Pregnancy 101

Since Donovan is fast asleep right now, I figured it was a good time to post about how our little one was born.

It started the morning of my birthday, Thursday, March 25th.  I had a doctor’s appointment first thing in the morning before work, and while I was there, I asked the doctor to check to see if I was dilated at all (since I was 38 weeks and curious!).  She said I was 1cm–no big deal, I could be 1 cm for weeks, no worries.  Later that afternoon, around 2:00  I (sorry if the following is too descriptive) used the bathroom and noticed some blood.  I hadn’t had any bleeding or spotting at all during my pregnancy, so this was alarming, to say the least.  So I got online and was looking up any information I could find–did I lose my mucus plug??  One piece said I was having “bloody show” and should be preparing for going into labor within hours… YIKES!!! I emailed it to Grant and then called the doctor’s office and told them what I thought I was having.  “No,” the nurse said, “it’s probably just spotting from your exam this morning. Don’t worry, it should go away within 24 hrs. If it doesn’t then let us know.”  Phew!  I felt relieved, and so did Grant–and Allison by the way… Grant told her what was going on and she called me freaking out.  So we all went about our day and later that evening, since it was my birthday, Grant took me to dinner at the Olive Garden.

We had just ordered our food and were in the middle of eating our salad and breadsticks.  Grant said something funny and I laughed.  Then I thought, “did I just pee my pants? No, I never peed myself during this whole pregnancy.  Oh my gosh, it’s not stopping!”  So I turned to Grant and said, “I think my water just broke!”  He looked at me, almost expressionless, and said, “are you serious?!”  “Yes,” I said. “the seat is wet!  I think I should go to the bathroom.” So I left Grant in our booth, stunned and shocked, and high-tailed it to the bathroom.  I was in there for about 5 minutes, thinking poor Grant–I’m coming, I’m coming!  Then a lady walked in and said, “Ceara?”  Confused, I said, “yes?”  “Your husband is outside and he wants to know if everything is ok.”  “Yes, everything is fine, I’ll be out in a minute.”  Well, she let him in (since I was the only one in there) and I told him we needed to get the bill and go to the hospital.  We make our way back to our table, catch our waitress and tell her that my water broke and we needed the bill because we had to go.  She looked freaked out and said she would get it and also box up our food since it was just about to come out.  Cool.  The manager came over with the bill, but said it was on the house and wished us luck. The waitress came back with our food, plus extra salad and breadsticks and we rushed out of there.  We had to stop at the house to get the bag that was not yet packed (I was going to do it that weekend), grab the car seat that wasn’t yet installed (despite Amber constantly telling me we needed to waaaaayy in advance), and call the doctor’s office (to yell at the nurse who said I wouldn’t be going into labor anytime soon!).  We were instructed to go to labor and delivery where they would check to see if my water was really broken.  We got there, were told yes, my water was broken (duh) and to get comfortable because tomorrow we would have our baby!  It was exciting and scary at the same time. All the last minute prep stuff was going to get done that weekend–our house wasn’t ready for the baby yet, and frankly, I wasn’t sure WE were ready! But the baby was coming…eventually….

  • Since my water was broken and I tested positive for Group B Strep, they started me on an IV and antibiotics and pitocin to get my contractions started.  It was about 8:30 or 9:00 pm.  We ate our food from Olive Garden and tried to get some rest in preparation for our big delivery day the next day!
  • 12:00 am I’m having trouble sleeping–my contractions keep waking me up.  I get up and walk around the room, trying to get myself dilated, all while talking to the baby “you and I are a team; you’re not going to hurt me on your way out; everything’s going to go smoothly; I love you; you’re not going to hurt me on your way out.”
  • Friday morning, contractions are getting more and more uncomfortable.  A nurse comes in and asks what I was doing for pain management. “Nothing, I don’t want medication,” I said.  Grant was by my side every second of the way, coaching me through my contractions, getting me food (jello, toast, popsicles, juice, water) when I would get hungry, walk with me through the halls.
  • Friday afternoon, only progressed to 2 cm. Ugh! My petocin gets upped and I continue with labor.  Allison comes by at 5pm to see how we’re doing.
  • Friday evening, after walking the hall, spending a few hours on an exercise ball, getting in and out of the tub, my contractions are intense. Grant holds my hand through each one, and Allison lends her support as well.  Around 8 or 9:00 pm, a resident comes in to check my progress.  “This baby has a lot of hair!  Looks like you’re at 7 cm!” she announced and I think everyone cheered and breathed a sigh of relief (progress, finally!) “No, wait,” she says, “your only 3.”  I wanted to kick her in the face.  How could she say that to me?!
  • I get back in the tub and continue with labor. My contractions are so intense and I was so exhausted that I was falling asleep in between my contractions, which were coming about every 60-90 seconds. I tried listening to music but it seemed every noise and sound was intensified and I couldn’t stand it.
  • It’s 11:00 pm and Grant says to me, “I know you don’t want anyone to mention it, but I think you should consider getting an epidural.  You’ll need your energy later to push and it will give you a bit of a break from the contractions.” I gave in right away. “Ok, I want the epidural.”
  • 11:15 pm, the anesthesiologist shows up and prepares to give me the epidural.  His pager goes off. “A stab victim just came in downstairs,” he says.  “Don’t go! You can’t go yet, you have to give me the epidural first! Don’t go!” I yell at him!  He tells me he won’t leave, but it’s at this point that Allison says good-bye and I thank her for all of her help through all of this.  I get the drugs and boy do I feel better!!!  I should’ve done this 6 hrs ago, I tell myself!  I’m able to get some sleep.
  • 2:00 am (Saturday) my doctor comes in to check my progress.  Still none.  I was fully effaced, but I wasn’t dilating.  She checks the baby and the baby is stressed.  She checks the ultrasound from earlier in the day and notices the baby’s head is tilted to the side instead of straight down to push on my cervix to dilate it.  Hence, no progress.  A c-section is the next and final resort.  I asked if she could just go in and turn the baby and she said that wasn’t an option.  Since it was the last resort, I signed the paperwork and I was prepped for surgery.
  • 3:00 am I was in the operating room with Grant by my side and the nurses armed with a camera so they could take pictures for us.  Grant was in charge of announcing the sex of the baby and cutting the cord. At one point the doctor says, “Ceara, do you do yoga or pilates?” No, I’ve never done either of those in my life, I tell her.  “Well, you’ve got great abdominal muscles!”   
  • 3:30 am our baby is born and Grant comes around the partition yelling, “It’s a boy! It’s a boy! (pointing at me) I knew it was a boy! I told you it was a boy!”  Relief!  The baby is out and healthy.  As soon as the cord is cut and they wrap him up, they bring him over to me so I can hold him.  I’m shocked at how much he looks like me!  (but now that he is a few weeks old, he’s looking more and more like his daddy). 
  • March 27th, 2010: Donovan Turner Wilson. 7 lbs 3 oz.
  • We spend the next 4 days with our little man in the hospital in a private room (thanks to a hook up we have with a friend who is a nurse!) while I recover.  I get a visit from the midwife (who works at the practice I go to) who says she was looking at my chart and my contractions from the day before were the strongest ones she has ever seen in all her years of practicing medicine.  Apparently they were off the charts at 150%. 

So that’s the story of how our son, after 27 hours of (HARD) labor, my birth plan getting thrown out the window from the get-go, and a c-section (which was not even an option as I went through my pregnancy, as far as I was concerned–because I had full faith and trust in my body that it would do what it was supposed to do to birth a child naturally).  Clearly, God and Donovan had other plans.  And I would do it all over again in a heartbeat and don’t regret a single moment of it!

I haven’t blogged in a while because my baby boy has arrived!!!  I’m not going to tell the whole birth story in this post because my little man is awake and I can’t tell the whole semi-crazy story until he is asleep (which he does quite well and quite often at this point–hooray!) so stay tuned…

His name is Donovan Turner Wilson, born 3/27 at 3:30 a.m via c-section after 27 hours of heavy-duty labor.  He was born with a full head of hair, all of his fingers and toes, is perfectly healthy, and is just the cutest, most wonderful baby.  Grant and I are so in love with him. 

I haven’t posted anything recently because it seems nothing new has happened!  Thankfully (secretly), UVM lost to Syracuse in the first round, so Grant is done with the season and therefore, done with traveling.  He has been around all week, which is wonderful–he’s home by 6, we eat dinner together, and most importantly, he’s there to carry heavy objects or help me up off the couch! Ha ha! 

We’ve been prepping for baby… washing all the clothes and blankets, got a glider chair for the nursery, and I’ve been slowly writing up Thank You notes to everyone who’s been so generous showering us with baby stuff!  Note to self: those HAVE to go out in the mail this weekend!!!!  I had another doctor’s appointment this morning–things are still looking good!  I lost 1/2 lb since last week (now I don’t feel so guilty eating that Big Mac, fries and 2 apple pies from McDonalds!)and have dialated to 1cm.  Next week is my last week of work before the baby comes, and every day I’m more and more ready to be done.  Even though I’m sitting most of the day, it’s still exhausting having to keep up with the daily grind when most of the time my body is begging me to lay down, rest, and take it easy.  Just another reason why I hope this baby comes right on time or just a couple days late so I have the opportunity to rest and relax before the big day.

Oh ya, and today is my birthday!  I’m not sure how we’re going to celebrate it yet (going out to dinner? Grant making dinner?), but this morning Grant gave me the sweetest birthday card, complete with a Happy Birthday shout out from Jebediah.  My co-workers brought in special yummy treats, and I’m having a good hair day.  What more could a girl want?

Yesterday after work I sped (as safely as possible) to Beltrami Studios to pick up my baby belly photos that were taken a few weeks ago.  And I have to say, I love love love them!  And yes, since our scanner is still broken, I did my best in taking pictures of the pictures (ghetto, I know…but hey, it works for now!).  

This one is an 8×10 photo and is my favorite.  We’re going to frame it and hang it in the baby’s room.

These other two are 4×5

I love these!  And we get another session with the baby upon his/her arrival.  Those photos will be of all 3 of us and I can’t wait!

This weekend was a busy one–another one full of basketball!  First, on Saturday morning I had baby shower #2.  Kristen, from my church, threw a wonderful brunch/shower.  It was jungle-themed, complete with food from monkey bread to animal crackers, and games–one where we had to match the animal to their gestation period (I only got 3 right! Arg), and a guessing game–one where each table had a glass that included a little water, and an ice cube with a little animal frozen inside and we had to guess at what time the animal would be “born.”  The women offered me great motherly advice, along with a bible verse that they feel is inspiring or helpful during tough times.  I didn’t get many pictures because I was chatting with everyone, eating, and opening gifts, but this is one I did capture:

A diaper “cake” with the cutest hula monkey balloon! And Kristen was very sweet about keeping the activities moving because there was a basketball game at noon I was going to.  It was the conference championship game–if we won, we would automatically get to go to the NCAA tournament (March Madness) and had been the talk of the city for the last week.  We finished up in plenty of time for me to get to the game, and guess what? We won!

Fans rushed the court.  It was the best game of the year! Grant got to take part in the “cutting down part of the net” ritual.

This will be Grant’s first trip to the tournament, and the first in 5 years for UVM. Grant is pretty excited!

This is a picture of Hajj (one of the assistant coaches) and his wife Vivian, my fellow basketball pregnant buddy.

The next day was selection Sunday–where we find out who we are playing and where.  We met the team at a local bar/restaurant called The Upper Deck and it was packed! Every news station was there, the newspaper, almost everyone in the athletic department and fans.

At one point, I went to the bar to get a glass of water and a couple next to me said:

Him: This is pretty exciting, huh?

Me: Ya, it is

Him: We are from the Northern Kingdom (ie: the upper boondocks of Vermont) and we just decided to come down for the day.

Me: Oh?

His wife: Ya, this is pretty crazy.  I mean, we were just watching these guys playing on tv yesterday and now here they are in real life!!!

I guess they don’t really get out much!  Anyway, we found out who we’re playing:

Syracuse.  The last time we went to the tournament, we played Syracuse (and won), and this time, one of our players–Maurice Joseph (aka MoJo)– his younger brother plays for Syracuse.  So if you ask me, it’s all about the stories that will come from this matchup, not that we really should be playing Syracuse.  Oh well.  Maybe they’ll play, UVM will lose, then the season will be over and Grant will be done! (which would be especially nice so he’ll be around in case I go into labor!!).  It’s all been very exciting these last few days, I can tell you that much!

In baby news, I’m officially full term today, at 37 weeks!  I have exactly 3 weeks until my actual due date, but if the baby comes anytime before then, he/she should be able to thrive and not have to go to the NICU.  I’m hoping this baby comes either right on time or a little late–NOT EARLY–but of course, I have no control over that.  We are very excited to meet our little one, but I want to bank as much sick time as possible!  Stay in there a little while longer, Jebediah!

On Monday, we got our second opinion about the furnace situation from a heating and cooling company.  Turns out, we don’t need a new furnace!  When we got back from basketball this weekend, the rug next to the system wasn’t wet.  Apparently, the flush to the system that the previous guy gave it is all it needed and it isn’t leaking anymore.  He said if we wanted a more energy efficient system, getting a new one now, especially with the tax incentives this year would be a good idea, but not necessary.  He also said our furnace has about another 5 years on it, so we’re going to stick with it for a little while longer.  Hooray!!

On Tuesday, I got my last ultrasound.  Unfortunately, Grant couldn’t come because they moved practice to first thing in the morning–usually they practice in the afternoons or evenings, but they could move it because it is spring break this week.  So it sucked that he couldn’t come, but I did get a good picture of a close up of his/her face!  And most importantly, Jebediah is perfectly healthy!  Can you see our little one’s face?

Our task tonight: meeting with a potential pediatrician.  Time to get all these last details wrapped up before baby comes!

Today, since Grant didn’t have to go in to work until later, he tackled one of our home improvement projects: painting the cement slab in our basement to somewhat match the carpet–our temporary fix until we get new carpet throughout the basement.  He sent me this photo from his phone:

I gotta say, it looks much better this tan color than the brick red it used to be!!  I love it when things go well!

On Sunday, I had my first baby shower!  Allison, who has become a dear friend since we moved to Vermont, has been wanting to throw us one since we found we were having a baby.  And it’s not just my first baby shower because this is my first baby, but it’s the first shower out of two for this baby.  The leader of my “care group” at church is throwing me one next weekend. Woo hoo!  What a loved baby already! 

The shower Allison threw for us was co-ed.  I decided early on that this is what I wanted to do–I wanted Grant to be a part of the celebration (it’s his baby, too!!), and since the majority of our friends here are married, husbands were more than welcome to join the festivities!  Plus my boss, Jon, mentioned early on that he wanted to come to my baby shower.  This only reaffirmed what a wonderful idea it was to have a co-ed baby shower.  Allison went all out:

Mmmm… the inside of the cake had a raspberry and cream filling.  YUM!

Me and Allison.  Can you tell I’m even pregnant in this picture?  It looks hard to tell because of the angle I’m standing at.  Funny story about that shirt–I wanted to buy something to wear for this occasion and every maternity section/maternity store didn’t have anything I wanted.  So I ventured into Maurice’s.  Do you have that store where you are?  It has clothes you could wear to work or out to the club and is generally targeted towards those in their late teens to late twenties.  Walking inside I realized two things: 1) I’m almost getting too old to shop here; and 2) I’m probably too pregnant to fit into any of their clothes.  But I was determined to find at least a cute shirt that I could stretch over my ever-growing belly. Feeling so self-conscious as I searched, I found that shirt with the flower that covers half my belly.  I loved it!  And who knows, maybe I can wear it post-baby too.  Ok, back to shower stuff….

I don’t have a lot of pictures right now of the actual festivities–once I started opening gifts, Allison started taking pictures with her camera, so I have to wait for her to send me her photos.  So there will be another post regarding this shower at a later date.  But for now, guests:

Sue and Jill–coworkers of mine

Ha ha ha!  I don’t know what’s happening in this picture, but it looks pretty funny.  These folks (Chris, Steve, Sue, Heidi) are all neighbors of Allison’s whom we’ve gotten to know over the years.  I think we met them 2 years ago when we started going to their annual neighborhood block party.  We’ve been adopted into their neighborhood. Lol. 

Me and Sue.  Sue with her usual cocktail, and me with some yummy punch Allison made.  Of course, all drinks had to be served in sippy cups!  There were more guests there, but I didn’t get pictures of them… I hope Allison did!

We ate, opened presents and played games.  It was a great time!  One of the best things was walking in to Allison’s house when we first got there and seeing a corner full of presents.  Being the only guests there, I said, “geez, who are all of those from?!”  She said, “your friends and family from Oregon.”  I was so surprised!  One of the (many) gifts we got from Amber was this:

Isn’t it awesome?! And this is just part of it. The patches go from green to yellow and it’s great!! If you check out Amber’s blog, she tells more about all the hard work she put into making this lovely quilt.  And if you look closely at the bottom of the picture, you can see the sheets that we got as a gift also.  Here is a shot of the blanket that goes with it, which will get hung on the wall:

And that monkey hanging on the closet door?  We found it at a store we were registering at.  We didn’t buy it at the time, because we were tasked with JUST registering and not buying (so hard to do, by the way).  Well, I came home from work the other day and it was hanging there–Thanks, Grant Wilson!

I’ve probably said it before, but I’ll say it again: I don’t know why, but I’m obsessed with monkeys for this baby! I think it started with wanting to do an animal or jungle theme for the nursery and it sort of manifested itself into just monkeys.  A monkey for my little monkey!

More about this shower later (I need Allison’s pictures!!!)

Ok, my constant runny nose has gotten worse.  I’ve been totally blocked for over a week now, and have suffered the occasional scratchy throat.  I had an OB appointment on Monday (which went very well, baby is totally healthy) and the doctor said if it doesn’t get any better she wants me on an antibiotic because I might have a sinus infection.  Ugh! 

After going home from work at lunchtime yesterday because I was feeling like crap, I spent the day on the couch drinking lots of orange juice, water, eating soup and sleeping intermittently before Sleepless in Seattle came on tv (love that movie!).  In the evening, I ate some dinner, took a bubble bath and went to bed relatively early.  This morning I woke up and my left ear feels like it needs to pop, but I can’t get it to… now I’m worried about getting an ear infection.  I think I’m officially falling apart! Lol.  I have a call in to my doctor’s office to see what they reccommend.  I’m hoping they give me some drugs that will 1) Not harm the baby and 2) Will help me get rid of whatever it is that I am suffering from. 

I also woke up to a winter storm— 7 inches at 6:30 a.m. and it’s still falling.  We could get up to one foot!  From my office it looks like this right now:


Working in a winter wonderland!  It is beautiful outside, but I have to tell you, I’m so ready for spring and warmer weather. Maybe because the closer we get to spring, the closer it is till our baby comes into the world.  THAT’s what I’m so ready for!

I haven’t posted anything in a while because I’ve been sick.  I got a cold this past weekend–which I didn’t know was a cold, since I have been blowing my nose non-stop since October because of baby–but I was blowing it more than I usually do and come Monday and the sore throat started to settle in.  Thank goodness Monday was President’s Day and I didn’t have to go to work.  I stayed my butt at home, slept a little and just took the time to rest.  And now that it’s Friday, I finally feel like I’m on the mend.

But there are a few things that have happened since my last post:

  • We attended our first birthing class!  We are taking a private class, which is two 2 hr sessions and so far, we have learned everything from the signs of labor to what happens physically (and emotionally) during birth.  Our next session, which is this weekend, will focus on breathing exercises and techniques I can use.  I’m determined to have a natural childbirth, so I can’t wait for this next part!  At the end of this first session, our instructor recommended a dvd for us to watch that showed different births.  Grant said to her, “I don’t have to watch that, do I?”  Oh yes, Grant Wilson, you do!
  • Valentine’s Day was low-key for us this year.  There was a basketball game Grant had to work and I wasn’t feeling my normal “we have to do something because it’s Valentine’s Day” routine.  I was tired, stuffy-nosed and it just felt like it was any other day (which a lot of people do).  So after the game, Grant fried some catfish, made home-made french fries and we hung out on the couch in front of the tv.  Ahhh, romance!  It was perfect!
  • Yesterday, I got professional baby belly photos taken!  I’ve been looking forward to doing this, but since I am still getting over my cold, it was a little difficult to feel pretty, sexy and pregnant.  But I think I got some nice shots.  I got a coupon from my ob/gyn’s office for a free belly session, 4×5 and newborn session.  I’ll get to see the belly shots next week, and I’d like to pick one to put up in the baby’s room (that’s bigger than a 4×5).  Once the baby is born, Grant will join me (and baby) for the newborn session.

So that’s the latest!  I’m glad it’s Friday, Grant is home this weekend, my cold is going away, and baby is happy and healthy!

This morning I had a my last monthly doctors appointment and Jebediah checked out just perfect!  I start going every two weeks now, which is really just 2 appointments until I start going every week until my due date.  I seriously can’t believe we’re at this point already!!  Baby is doing a lot of stretching out, kicking and general moving about on a regular basis–mostly when I start getting hungry and about an hour after I eat.  Sometimes it can be hard for me to eat right away when I get hungry, especially at work, because I can get distracted easily and then I feel like I’M GOING TO DIE if I don’t eat anything right that second.  I think getting the extra kicks from baby is a good reminder: “Mom! I’m hungry! Let’s eat!”  This occured last night…. I stayed at work waaayy later than I expected to and by the time I was walking to my car, my stomach was growling (or was that the baby?!?) and a stop on the way home at McDonalds for a Big Mac and fries became a necessity.   

The other night I got to working in the baby’s room and almost had to be reminded to eat again.  But I was able to multi-task (boil the water and cook the pasta) while getting things done in the room.  And I completed both tasks: cook dinner and finish dresser/changing table

Of course the stuff on the changing table part will have a different home once we get a changing table pad.

Man!! I had so much fun taking the tags off these clothes, admiring their cuteness, and finding the place for them in the dresser!!  I can’t believe little Jebediah will be in these in 55 days!!!!  The top drawer on the left has cloth diapers in it that my mom gave us, but not just any cloth diapers…. they are the diapers my brother and I both wore, which have over the years been lent out to my parents friends when they had babies and given back.  Grant and I aren’t dead set in using these, but haven’t ruled it out either.  Cloth diapers have been improved 50 times over since these were last used, so I will need to go to a local baby store and see what I need to get to accompany them to ensure zero leakage and stay-put-ness.  The other top drawer has some swaddling cloths and a U of O Duck hat (we might need to get a little Notre Dame one too, just because).  After our baby shower and things get more organized in the room, stuff will get moved and switched around I’m sure, but for now, it’s perfect!

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