*How big is baby?: Funny enough, neither Baby Center or What to Expect has weights for this week. Let’s just go ahead and say this baby is going to be BIG. Especially if it follows in his/her brothers’ footsteps.
*Sleep?: Hmm. This week sleep has been crazy. Mostly good, but a couple nights where I couldn’t sleep with all these crazy thoughts swirling around in my head.
*Best moment this week?: Soaking up my last moments with my precious boy before we meet his brother/sister.
*Food cravings?: Nothing in particular.
*What I miss: Being able to bend over and move around easily. Not getting tired/winded so easily. My regular clothes.
*What I’m looking forward to: meeting our sweet baby and not being pregnant anymore!
This is going to be lengthy but I am being honest and (not that I will forget I’m sure) I want to remember how I was/am feeling these last days.
As I eluded in my last update, I really couldn’t believe I had made it to my due date and I was just not really feeling comfortable with the decision to induce but was going to see how it played out before I made a decision.
I enjoyed the weekend and Sunday afternoon started noticing that I was having some contractions. Definitely nothing painful or even timeable, but they were there. I spent Hayden’s entire nap walking, hoping to help things along.
I really thought this could be it. No dice. This is when the mind games really began. Sunday night I woke up to go to the bathroom and was so disappointed that nothing was happening. I began to doubt myself and if I will actually go into labor on my own. I’ve been doing everything possible to help labor along myself. All the old wives tales, home remedies, you name it. The Schwans man told me that women who are overdue and eat their passion fruit sherbet go into labor shortly after. So I even bought some and practically ate half of the container in one afternoon. Thanks for nothing Schwans man, it didn’t work. It did taste delicious though. <======= See…pregnancy makes you do and think crazy things.
Monday morning I woke up, had a great day at home with Hayden, had those annoying contractions again in the afternoon so I spent his nap walking, again. All throughout Monday I had a lot of other “signs” that labor could be starting soon, so that helped my crazy thoughts settle a little bit. I went to bed Monday night praying that I would wake up with contractions or a broken water. I woke up about 1 am to go to the bathroom and was so upset that again, nothing was happening. This was when it got rough. My mind was racing and I couldn’t fall back asleep. I was so upset. Why wasn’t anything happening? Is there something wrong? Is the baby ok? I couldn’t get these negative thoughts out of my mind. I have never prayed so hard in my life. I just kept saying, “Lord please give me peace about this. Calm my heart. Take this worry from me.” over and over and over. Sometime around 3 am I think I fell back asleep and I woke up on Tuesday morning knowing in my heart that I needed to call my OB office and cancel the induction. That night, this was the entry in my Jesus Calling book…
I went to bed knowing that I had made the right choice. He always hears our prayers.
I don’t know why I am letting the negative thoughts consume me so much. People go over their due date ALL THE TIME. People go a week overdue ALL THE TIME. I guess beings I went early with Hayden everyone, including myself, seems to think it is just too crazy that this baby is late haha!
I had my 41 week appointment with Dr. Campbell yesterday and she made me feel at ease about the decision. She agreed that listening to my gut was the way to go and assured me that everything still looked fine, but if baby does not decide to come out on his/her own we have to induce on Wednesday the 23rd at 8 am. I did make progress. 2 cm and 50% effaced, but of course I was disappointed with this. I’m not sure what I thought it would be or wanted her to say, but I left the appointment and as soon as I got in the car the tears started falling. This was the first time that I’ve actually cried. I quickly gathered myself and decided to just get over it and make the most of these last 7 (or less) days. I can continue to allow my thoughts to consume me and wonder if every little thing is a sign or I can enjoy the little time I have left with this little one all to myself and let the plan that God has already made unfold.
Of course yesterday afternoon I stared noticing I was having contractions. Real ones. Time-able. Right around 10 minutes apart. Could this be?!
I left work, picked up Hayden, we played outside, and ate supper all while I continued to time contractions. I gave him his bath, put him to bed and thought that the next time I saw him I would be introducing him to his new sibling. I felt oddly calm about all of this.
Robbie was spraying so I had let him know what was up and at this point told him he should probably head home shortly in case things picked up, I didn’t want him to be too far away from home.
He got home around 10:30 and we talked about how it could really be it. He asked if we could make a deal that if it’s a boy I can name him and if it’s a girl Robbie gets to name her. I said no way ha! We hung out in the living room, watched TV and I continued to time contractions that were about 7 minutes apart. Robbie said we should go to the hospital and just wait there instead of waiting at home. I said he was crazy and I’d rather stay at home as long as possible, The contractions were getting stronger and actually kind of painful. I figured we’d probably head to the hospital within a few hours.
I packed the last of our necessities in our bags and decided I’d try to lay down and get a little rest between contractions. The last contraction that I sleepily timed was around 2:30 am and the next thing I knew I woke up and it was 5:30 am. The contractions had stopped completely. When I woke up I actually sort of laughed. I mean seriously?! Is this some sort of evil joke? Instead of getting mad I just decided to chalk it up to some good practice. It has to mean something right? If not, I guess we “only” have 6 more days.
I do want to say thank you to all of you who have been praying for us, thinking about us, checking in, etc. It really does mean a lot and I appreciate knowing so many people who we’ve never even met care about us! One of these days I will have the wonderful news of a new baby boy or girl to share with you all and I can’t wait. 6 days (or less). 🙂