In September when Jason asked me what I'd like for Christmas, I told him I'd like a baby. Then he asked, "Other than that, what would you like?" And I said, "Another baby." And my man delivered!
We found out on December 22, because I had a normally scheduled check up with my new primary care physician at JHU. I told them I was two weeks late, supposed to start my cycle 12/12, but thought that maybe the wedding had stressed me out and bumped me off my schedule. I told them I was planning on taking a pregnancy test later in the day, which I was, it was on our list of things to do. But they told me they could give me one there. So they did. And when Dr. Patel told me the test was positive, that was all I could write to Jason... in a text... after I sent him a picture of the pee bottle and a joke about drug testing...
There's a pregnancy app that we downloaded and it suggests to keep a pregnancy journal, so I'll just keep on adding to this.
12/23/14 - woke up and Jason had stolen all the covers. I said, you stole all the covers. He retorted, you stole all the bed. The Great Pickle Consumption has started.
12/25/14 - We surprised my mom on Christmas morning with the news. She had asked for things for her retirement home in West Virginia, which she called a "grandchild magnet." So we found some neat magnets and wrote a card that read that in order to have a grandchild-magnet of a house, first you have to have the grandchildren.
When we told Jason's mom, he got a little choked up, and so did she. My family just screamed and yelled and laughed a lot.
Adventures in Pregnancy (Like the Baby Sitters Club)
3/29/15 Issue #1: The Trouble with Mart. Mart asked me to put together a list of things her friends can buy for the blueberry. I have NO idea what to ask for and no desire for lots of extra things that someone with 4000 square feet of house has plenty of room for, but which I do not.
3/30/15 Issue #2: Wherein Jason notices that my rear tire is a little bit lower than normal and attributes it to not pumping it up enough rather than the addition of 20 pounds to my body.
4/1/15 Issue #3: And Then There Was Swelling. My boots are a tight fit now with the extra nice socks I usually wear, and my hands have only just stopped swelling for the day. I could barely move my ring around my finger. I thought maybe I was going to be spared from those side effects, like I was spared morning sickness... oh well.
4/5/15 Issue #4: When getting ready for yoga, the regression to your inner five-year old's clothing choices make you happy when everything else kind of makes you want to cry.
4/19/15 Issue #5: Feeling Sexy for Two Seconds when husband says you look sexy until husband squeezes your ginormous nipples and makes a honking sound.
4/24/15 issue #6: my super olfactory uh glands (?) can detect cool ranch doritos from 25 feet away.
4/27/15 issue #7: when your farts sound like a bass-foghorn in the office bathroom and you can't help but laugh out loud. no one laughed with me.
5/7/15 issue #8: wherein the nice man on the metro offers me his seat. It's official, strangers have recognized my belly as a bumpie, not just a fattie.
5/8/15 issue #9: wherein I crawl into bed after Jason has already been snoozing. He rolls over to hug me around the belly, chuckles, and simply says, "baby." Readjusts and goes back to snoring.
5/`8/15 issue #10: the phenomenon of strange combinations has not struck me in the appetite department. It has however struck me in the appropriate work clothing department. Today I combined red peep-toe flats, with black and white square-pattern bootleg pregger pants, with a plum silk pregger blouse, and a dove grey cardigan with soft yellow polka-dots.
5/27/15 Issue #11: wherein Spacin' Jason wishes he could recall what it felt like to be in utero. He instead reenacts what he can recall: one night 20 years ago, smoking a dipper in his mom's house, lying on the couch on his back making the motions of a fetus in utero. In other news, I'm pretty sure I'm going to birth either a terrier or a vole.
6/6/15 issue #12: wherein I can't see below my belly to see if these new shorts give me a camel toe... so in the middle of the breakfast aisle of the grocery store, I asked my mom to check it out. She was unfamiliar with the term. I had to explain it next to boxes of wheaties and cheerios.#lostinthesupermarket
6/12/15 issue #13: wherein someone must have spiked my ovaltine with cocaine, because there is no good reason for me to still be awake this late on a Friday night.
6/25/15 issue #14: played the pregnancy card today. Because fuck airport extortion that makes you buy water on the far side of the security check point. #medicalcondition
7/7/15 issue #15: wherein the rate of change for my belly > the rate of change for my tits. for the first time in my life I looked at my tits and commented on how small they look.
7/16/15 issue #16: wherein I get up to pee in the middle of the night and Jason bolts straight up and asks what's wrong… maybe he should take the Lamaze class.
8/3/15 issue #17: HOLY MOLY 18 DAYS TO GO... but I walk by my reflection in windows on the way to the metro and this size has become familiar.
Saturday, August 22, 2015 I felt some cramps as hourly contractions, possibly what they call Braxton-Hicks, but how am I supposed to know, I've never given birth before. Baby had his normal dance party from 10pm to 1am but no further progression. Dilated 2cm and 50% effaced.
Tuesday, August 25, 2015 While watching Naked and Afraid (an awesome TV show), something strange happened to my vision. I could only see half of the faces on the TV and of a four letter word in a text, I could only see the last two letters. Sada suggested we go into the hospital, so we did. A few neurological tests and an ultrasound later, we were discharged. Dilated 2.5cm and 50% effaced.
Wednesday, August 26, 2015 We went to the OBGYN office to have my membrane stripped. There was a little bleeding and cramping but no more contractions.
Thursday, August 27, 2015 I woke up to pains and narrowing contractions, and steady leakage. Jason left for work but came home early at 1:30pm. Sada said leakage could be broken water, so we walked over to the hospital to have it checked out. Not before I got a major nesting case and cleaned the whole apartment. We finally went over to JHHP at 8pm. Sarah arrived at 9pm. They checked my fluid levels and hooked me up to the contraction monitor, but no dice. My water hadn't broken and the contractions were still in the pre-labor levels. We were discharged at 11:30pm with contractions occurring regularly at 10 minute intervals.
8/27/15 issue #18: wherein Jason Covington inquires about the light saber noises from blueberry movements via the ultrasound machine.#birthingjedis
Friday, August 28, 2015 We both stayed home. I finally got some sleep from 830AM to 1130AM with regular contractions waking me up every 30 minutes or so. I took 6 baths to help the pain, didn't sleep.
Saturday August 29, 2015 we decided to accept Pitocin to help dilate and hurry the birth:
9:14AM Decided to stay admitted.
3:10PM Epidural administered
4:00PM Started 1pt Pitocin and increased the points to 4pts, watched the Ravens and the Redskins play football, slept.
10:20PM Dilated to 5.5cm, slept some more.
Sunday August 30, 2015
2:45AM Over 9cm dilated, water broke on Dr. Owen when she was checking my progress. There was meconium in the water, so the pediatric team was put on call. It meant that when the baby was born, he wouldn't be laid directly on my chest, but examined by the neonatal team first to make sure that he had not aspirated anything. When my water broke, they lost the baby's heart signal so had me flip onto my knees and placed a fetal monitor on his head. We continued to labor, and I tried to sleep but they had difficultly reading my heart rate and the baby's so kept waking us up every 30mins to readjust the monitor.
5:02AM Still 9cm
5:15AM 10cm, waiting for gravity to work, sat up in bed and pushed for more of the epidural medicine.
6:27AM Pushing, we touched the crown of the baby's head.
7:00AM Staff change, Mandy returned. Jason's counts were slower than Kia's. Dr. Terry seemed bored. I pushed for more of the epidural medicine. Pooped on Dr. Terry and Dr. Owen.
7:46AM BORN! I had kept my eyes closed to focus, but I could hear the shift change and the extra neonatal staff when we neared the birth. Jason announced the sex, cut the cord, and then I heard Rodderik's crying and I fell in love and I started crying. The pediatricians cleaned the baby and checked him while Dr. Terry and a student stitched up my perineum (they didn't wait for the extra epidural medicine to kick in, and that was painful). Jason was skin to skin with baby first until I was bandaged up. Mom came to visit and I asked that she return at 10AM so Jason and I could have some time with the baby.
And that was how I became a mom.
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