This weekend is going to be a fantastic weekend. For the first time since I had Noah, the kids are going to spend the night (TWO of them actually!) with their Grammy! Jeremy’s mom is keeping the kids this weekend to sort of get a feel for watching them when Caleb comes!
You have no idea how excited I am!
What do we do with ourselves!? (Besides go into labor. Don’t suggest that. K? This weekend is a weekend of NO children. Not even the new, tiny, sweet ones.)
Ughh. I spent the night in the hospital AGAIN. I was watching Slumdog Millionaire (not sure why that is relative) and I got up to tinkle. When I got to the bathroom and peed, I saw blood. This time red blood, which alarmed me. Especially since Caleb had been pretty inactive yesterday and I was already worried about that.
Had an ultrasound and Caleb, water, placenta, everything looks great. My cervix is closed up like Gorilla Glue. No signs of dilation at all (weird being that this is my 4th pregnancy and I’ve had so many D&Cs). This fella is going to be like Bella, I think, and stay in there til the very end. Which is good because she was chubby cute at 40 weeks!
They monitored Caleb all night. This turned out to be MISERABLE. He’s trying to flip head down right now, so his head is behind my belly button and his feet are touching his noggin. Poor dude! Anyways, the bizarre position means that it’s hard to find his heart rate. And the monitors are sucky at the hospital. Basically I had to just hold the doppler on my belly and anytime I had to move, or Caleb moved, or a wind came, I’d have to reapply lube and find the heart beat again. So, somewhere around 1 am I started dozing off and would let go of the monitor. The nurse kept coming in all snippety, “I need you to tell me when you change positions so that I can readjust your monitor. I HAVE to watch his heartrate.” I was like, “Woman, it is completely unrealistic of you to assume that I’m going to be able to lie perfectly still with my hand on this monitor in the same position all night long.”
She also told me to drink some water before my ultrasound. I asked her if she had a cup and she said she’s bring it to me. She never did. So after 30 minutes or so, I get up to pee and while I’m up, I open the door to see if she’s at the desk. She’s sitting RIGHT THERE in front of my door, so I didn’t have to go far to find her. But this Bitch is going to tell me, “You don’t have to get out of bed, you have a nurse call button.” WTH? The doc didn’t tell me not to get out of bed, so what’s the big deal? If you brought the water I woulnd’t be asking for it!
If you’re a miserable asshole working as a nurse in L&D, of all places, then you need to change fields and become a librarian or something that is not too involved with people. L&D nurses get to witness too much life and love to be burnt out assholes.
Anyhow, the bleeding is coming from the cervix or from the hematoma (which may not be resolved but just too thin to see on ultrasound). No one knows but the doctor keeps telling me that he’s worried about me and won’t take any chances… Don’t worry about me, pray for Caleb…
So, I’m back home. No new directions or orders from the doctor. I guess it’s a waiting game now. I’ve loved this pregnancy and I hate to rush it along. But I can’t wait until I don’t have to worry about my body letting Caleb down. I want him in my arms where I can use all of my senses to love him and make sure he’s alright… Why don’t these bellies come with built in windows? Wouldn’t it be nice to look in there and make sure the baby is fine?
Just a couple more weeks…
Laughter is the best medicine for worry. I was worried this morning about what to do about my postpartum healing and now I’m not giving it another thought. Instead I’m gonna buy my sister’s plane ticket and just cross my fingers that everything else smooths itself out. And it will. God always takes care of me, and my family…
These kids make me laugh all day long. They are a riot! Bella means to be, which I find to be awesome. She’s got a great sense of humor and really knows how to crack me up (thus, she is my very best friend). Noah doesn’t mean to be funny, but is all the same. He gets mad at us for laughing at him. Even if he doesn’t have the intentional sense of humor Bella, well, he’s so gorgeous people won’t be able to help but pay attention to him. And Austin is great fun, always saying the goofiest things or helping me to laugh at myself when I want to take it all too seriously.
We’re watching more television these days– I’m only 34 weeks along but am starting to feel overwhelmed by the little domestics, let alone the old excursions we used to enjoy. For instance, I love going to the thrift store once a week and we all pick out a little something. Yesterday I found a $100 NEW Banana Republic dress in a size 6 for $5. I’ll be wearing that next summer. If you’re NOT shopping at the Thrift Store, you should be. Anyhow, I took the kids thrift storing yesterday and after 3 potty trips, (you have to go to the counter to get and drop off the key every time you use the potty) I was over it. I wish we could figure out how to do simultaneous peeing, but it doesn’t work that way, as you know. First Bella needed to pee. Noah and I didn’t. Five minutes later, Noah had to pee but I didn’t. Five minutes after that the sweet tea I drank hit my bladder. We spent more time picking and dropping the key off clear across the store than we spent looking at goodies. Geez. I even accidentally dropped MY KEYS off at the counter and when it was FINALLY time to leave the store, I was in a panic, “Where are my keys, OMG, what did I do with them, they could be anywhere, oh shit.” Geez, Louise… So yeah, we’re watching more television these days and staying home. Home is safe.
I ordered a swing for Caleb just like the one above. We’re keeping it real simple with him– we only have 4 bedrooms, so there’s no nursery to decorate (he’ll share a room with Noah next year). I have a bassinet (was Bella’s) next to the bed. And the rest is easy– a few burp cloths, outfits, my old breast pump, a baby sling, and we’re done! I made him a quilt because I felt guilty for not having made him something yet. But even then I just used fabrics from my scrap box, so it was no cost. Caleb is my bargain baby! The more kids I have back to back, the less I need and the more I realize that buying a bunch of cute fluff is unnecessary because babies don’t need that crap. Babies are easy. Much easier and more simple than their materialistic parents. 
For instance, babies are so easy that Caleb will love his new quilt even though his daddy says it looks like an “African Kwanzaa quilt”. Lol! (even though he would have fussed at me for spending money on the fabrics I really wanted to buy, lol!)
It’s jungle themed, y’all. Not Kwanzaa. Lol. As you can see, Jeremy makes me laugh too. A house full of regular comedians I’ve got around here.
Lastly, my ultrasound last week said that Caleb weighs 5 pounds already! He’s a biggun. And he’s still breech. Not that its a big deal, because I’m having a c-section anyways, but it does make me feel better to know there’s now 2 reasons for the section, not just me electing for one. In case you’re new, I have big babies. Big babies tear on their way out. After living through a 4th degree tear with my 10.5 pound Bella, I am choosing to have a c-section. Yeah, it was THAT bad. I would very much like not to have to wear Depends Diapers when I’m 40.
And, did I mention? My sister and her baby are coming! It’s going to be a busy house in September!
