Friday, March 28, 2014

The Most Asked Question Regarding My Pregnancy.

With blogging, Facebook, and other social sites, parenting is a hot topic between moms and moms-to-be. The questions of breast vs bottle, intact vs circumcision, vaccinate or not, often come up. I've been asked, and have partaken in several discussions about different parenting topics. And yes, of course, I have my own views on each and every one, even if those views are "why does everyone obsess over everyone else's baby's foreskin, or lack of thereof?"

Either way, yes I am a fairly "crunchy" mom. I breast feed as much as I can (which usually isn't much), I cloth diaper, I babywear, I make my own baby food, I homeschool, I encourage my kids to get filthy playing in the dirt, I try not to medicate, and the list goes on. Most people know this about me. So when they find out that I am having a repeat c-section instead of a vaginal birth after (2) c-sections (VBA2C), their eyes bug out.

I am going to set the record straight on why I chose c-sections over VBACs.

First I should say, I trust my doctor. He has delivered each one of my babies, his family shares the same views on life as our family does. The other thing is, I am also a nurse, a full fledged RN. I know the risks and benefits of RCS and VBACs, I did my studying. I know that uterine rupture is very rare.

But I'm not scared of a uterine rupture. I'm scared of a dead baby.

You see, it hasn't always been a section for me. My first pregnancy was a vaginal delivery.

Landon was due August 2, 2006. My pregnancy with him was so very easy. No problems at all. My due date came and went. Almost a week went by with no sign of labor. Sam was working midnights, so we decided I would go stay with my mom during the nights so I would not be alone, plus she was 30 minutes closer to the hospital.

August 6 came along. Sam left for work, and I had just laid down to go to sleep, when all of a sudden I went from having no contractions to having a bad one. Yay! Labor! Let's get this show on the road. I got up, took a bath to see if they quit. Nope. Instead, I went walking up and down Mom's hallway. She also woke up and stayed up with me, timing my contractions. They went from roughly every 10 minutes to every 5 within 2 hours. I remember thinking, Man, this is going to go fast!

Sam came home about 3 that morning, and off to the hospital we went.

They hooked me up, checked us in, checked my dilation and I was 2 cm. 2! What? I was sure I would be pushing. Contractions were strong and every 3-5 minutes. So they kept us a few hours while we walked and walked and walked. I got checked again. Still 2 cm. Back home we went.

Monday went by in agony. Tuesday came and the contractions were stronger than ever and back to back. We knew it was it, back to the hospital we go.

Three measly centimeters. But I had effaced and my contractions were back to back, as seen on the monitor and my demeanor, my doctor kept me so I could get Nubain and hopefully get enough relief to relax and take a nap. When they checked me again I was at a 4, so I was officially in labor and would leave with a bouncing baby boy in a few days.

Wrong.

Instead I labored forever. It was terrible. My contractions were on top of one another. The nurses would come in to check me, sure I would be in transition because I was contracting like transition, puking, shaking, the whole nine yards. We walked miles those few days. Baby after baby was born, except ours. Wednesday afternoon or evening, I can't remember, my water broke, and  I finally conceded to an epidural. I was exhausted. I needed a break. I will still only a 5 cm. This entire time, Landon was looking fantastic on the monitors.

After the epidural, I was able to sleep. At some point, I started running a fever, so I needed antibiotics. But still Landon looked great.

Thursday came. Around 1:20 in the afternoon, I was at a 9. The nurse came in, she said Landon wasn't looking so well on the monitors anymore and I needed to push past that last centimeter. Nothing to be alarmed about, he just needed to be out soon.

Roughly 2:50 my OB ran in saying that Landon had to be out now, he was not doing well and they had the NICU on standby. And so I pushed like there were no tomorrow. Landon's monitor was going off super loudly in my ear.

At this point, my mom, who was sitting next to the warmer, said my OB nodded at one of the nurses, and she pressed a red button on the wall.

At 3:04 pm, my OB used the vacuum and out came a baby. And in came a million other people. That red button was to send the NICU team in to resuscitate Landon. I remember screaming "What's wrong? What's wrong with my baby?" over and over, and every lying to me telling me he was perfectly fine and would be over with me in a minute. But I knew something was wrong. I knew that babies didn't have their own NICU team of doctors and nurses. And I also knew babies were pink and crying when they were on that warming table. Landon was neither. He was grey. And making a sound I will never forget. It was the sound of a baby struggling to not die. A baby with no heart beat trying to breath. It was like a gasp crossed with a sick puppy. A sound that no baby should make and no mother should hear.

Around 9 that night, I was finally able to go see him in the NICU. I wasn't sure what he would look like, the nurse told me he had wires and was on the ventilator, so I wouldn't be surprised. In reality, there is no preparation to seeing your baby lying on a table with a ventilator, IVs, wires, feeding tubes, monitors. None. He even got his own little room, secluded from the other babies and families. Which at the time, I thought was so cool, we had privacy and more room than most other babies. Now I know he needed that room in case the worst happened, we would need that room and privacy more than the other babies did. Now I know those little rooms are reserved for the sickest babies, the ones who may not go home.

But he was a fighter, and on August 15, we were able to "room in" with him in the pediatric department (mother baby was full and we needed a smaller nurse to patient ratio). Since rooming in went well, and he took all of his feedings with no struggle, we were able to leave the NICU on August 16 with a happy, healthy baby. He is truly a miracle.

Two years later, we were back having Parker. I was induced 5 days after my due date, and after 24 hours of labor and finally getting to push, Parker's heart rate started dropping, he wasn't descending, and it seemed to be a repeat of Landon's labor. Instead of taking the chance, I had an emergency c-section, under general anesthesia. The good news is, he was a healthy man, and was able to come home with us two nights later.

Two years after that, I decided to VBAC with Alta, or at least try it. At 36 weeks I had an ultrasound that found she was a footling breech with a short cord and low lying anterior placenta, so no version (turning baby head down from the outside) could happen. At 39w 4d, I had a repeat section and for the first time, I got to hear the beautiful cry of my newborn.

Now two, almost 3 years later, I had the same choice. VBAC or RCS. For me, personally, I can't choose VBAC. I feel that a RCS is the only way for me to have a safe delivery of my baby. And in the end, that is all that matters. Does having a section suck? Yep. But so does having a vaginal delivery. In fact, I healed quicker and had less pain from Alta's section than I did with Landon's vaginal birth.

There it is, my reasons for having a c-section over a vaginal birth. This is my choice. I'm not saying it is the correct choice for everyone. In fact, I think a VBAC is an awesome choice, and if things were different in my birth history, I would choose to VBAC.  I think that if you are low risk, and your previous c-section was unnecessary, a VBAC is the best choice for you. I also think that more OBs should move toward the VBAC movement. I think c-sections are done far too often. But remember when you are judging me for going straight to a RCS, and not considering a VBAC, that not all sections are unnecessary, mine were not.

After all, we all want a healthy baby in the end.



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Thursday, March 27, 2014

Updates on Us


It's been a while. To be honest, I've been in a winter funk. We've had, like many, a long hard winter. Most of my time has been spent keeping the house warm.

But I think I can finally say it is spring. In all its windy glory today. Our chickens started laying eggs again last week. They haven't laid since October, so finding 6 eggs was a welcome surprise.

As for the kids, they are great. Homeschooling is going well, Landon is starting multiplication in math, Parker is starting addition and mastering his letter sounds in preparation for kindergarten next year. Alta, at this point, is still along for the ride. We purchased our new curriculum for next year. We chose to keep on with Abeka for everything for Landon except science, we went with Apologia instead. The boys chose Astronomy this year. They are very much enjoying it. Parker is also starting with the full Abeka kindergarten curriculum next year. And Alta will be starting "pre-k", mainly learning the shapes, colors, numbers, and letters that she doesn't already know. By then we will have another little girl along for the ride. It is amazing how fast they grow.



Speaking of the new little girl, she has a name now. She will be called Lena Sue, after my great grandma, and my mom. I am 32 weeks pregnant tomorrow. Almost there! She moves constantly, much more than any of the other kids. My OB and his NP have both commented on how much she moves as well when they try to find her heartbeat on the doppler. We should find out in the next few weeks when her birthday will be. We are trying to finish up getting ready for her. I've found by number 4, and the second girl in a row, there isn't much to get. We did get her a new car seat, an amber necklace, and a few more cloth diapers, but other than that, we haven't gotten her anything. Everything else we have, or we have learned we do not need. I have been slacking on getting her clothes out and washing and putting them away. We also need to put the newborn bassinet and sleeper in the pack and play, but Alta still uses it every so often when she comes into our room in the middle of the night, so I am waiting until the last minute to do that. I guess by the fourth baby, you realize things don't matter as much as they did with the first. And putting things out well before the baby comes means the other kids will make it grubby and it will need washed again, so may as well leave it for the last minute.

Alta is in the process of attempting potty training. She sometimes does very well, sometimes not so well. I'm not rushing her because she will get it when she gets it. Just like the boys did.  But it would be nice if she was trained by the time Lena gets here.

The boys are growing, especially Landon. I only see small glimpses of little boy left in him. He is officially a big boy. Running, helping, and asking questions we aren't quite ready to answer. He is a great help around the house, and is constantly wanting to know more about everything we do. He reads chapter books, showers by himself, makes his own snacks for himself, and sometimes even his brother and sister. I'm not ready for him to grow up, but I'm glad he is turning into a nice young man.

Parker, he is still a little boy. Still full of giggles and snuggles. He has the biggest imagination in the world. He still needs me to dry him off after a bath, he still likes to cuddle, he still needs me to pour him a glass of milk. But soon, too soon, he won't.  And I'll have two big boys.

The other thing that has happened in our little world, is Spicy our cat, had an unexpected litter of four little kittens. She's not much more than a kitten herself, not being one until May, but she's being a pretty good mommy cat. The kittens were born March 12, and are starting to toddle and play. They are adorable. The kids absolutely love them. I am hoping we will find them good homes, then Spicy is getting fixed, and that will be the end of kittens at our house.


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Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Can You Help?

Today marks 5 years since John Michael Dilday was murdered. His murderer has not been found. His family has had no justice. If you could take a minute to check out his page, read about him, and maybe share his page with your friends, I know his family would greatly appreciate it.  Every share counts. Thanks.



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Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Introducing.......

We had our 20 week anatomy scan this past Tuesday. Baby looks absolutely perfect. Everything measured great, nice fluid in her belly, and nice amniotic fluid, which means her stomach and kidneys are functioning great. Her brain, heart, spine, legs, arms, everything, was perfect. Her face was perfect. She already looks like our other kids in her profile. I find it so very strange that you can tell they are part of the family and will look just like the rest by just seeing a profile view. But she does, she looks just like our other ones. She is just perfect. My Penta Screen came back with the lowest risk possible, odds of 1 in 5000 for abnormalities like any of the trisomies or spina bifida. Great odds. She also was measuring ahead at 14 ounces already. I had lost 8 pounds from my last appointment, which is fine with me, I have been eating pretty healthy for the most part.


We have a profile shot of all of our kids doing the "duck lips" just like Daddy



You may have noticed that I was calling the baby in the feminine pronouns of she and her. Well, that is because baby number four is tying us up with a count of 2 boys and 2 girls. I am praising God for my second daughter, she will be much loved like her two older brothers and her big sister.

There is one little problem, we were so sure she was going to be a boy that we haven't really given much thought to girl names. So as of right now, she is nameless. But she has a name, we just don't know it yet. Hopefully we will find it in a few weeks.

Bye bye, see you soon!




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Saturday, December 14, 2013

Baby Quatre: 17 Weeks

Baby Quatre is coming along nicely, he or she is moving all the time. In fact, at my 16 week appointment, the NP had a hard time keeping the baby on the doppler long enough to get a good heart beat reading, so she had to guesstimate 155. She said this baby moved more than any baby has in a long time. I'm taking that as a good sign for a healthy baby. We find out the sex on January 7, but at this point, have decided to keep the sex a secret until birth. However, I suck at keeping secrets, so that may or may not happen.

As for me, I'm starting to feel a little better. I'm only having morning sickness about every other day. I'm still exhausted all the time. I'm hoping within a few weeks, I will feel better and have an energy burst, but I've been saying that for a few weeks now.

 


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Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Homeschooling: What I Have Learned

Now that I am a bit more seasoned in homeschooling, I thought I would share what I have learned and what I have changed.

First, homeschooling is a lot harder than I thought it would be. Not the teaching aspect, but the finding time and forcing yourself to get to it. It is so easy to say, "We will do it tomorrow." Then tomorrow comes, and something comes up, and you don't get to it, then you find yourself piling 3 days into 1.

The next thing I learned was, having a school room is dumb. Maybe it works for some people. But it wasn't for us, it was much easier to do school work at the dining room table, or living room floor, or even the kitchen table while I washed dishes. Not only that, but baby quatre will be needing the school room soon.

I also learned you don't need a lot of stuff. The posters, the big colorful calendar, none of that was needed. All you need is your curriculum, or books, paper, pencils, and you and your children.

A two year old is easier to handle while teaching your older children if you include her, give her a piece of paper, a coloring book and crayons, and she sits and listens, and learns. She sits right along with Parker saying "B says buh".

You also don't need to do everything all at once. In the beginning, I would do math, then language and phonics, then social studies/science/health, then spelling, then any extras. By the time we were done for the day, both boys were spent, I was spent, and we were tired of being around each other. Yes it got it all done and out of the way early. But then I changed it up, we still do math first because it is the most hated subject, but then we take a break, have a snack, play outside, play a game, watch TV, or whatever else. Then we move on to something else, take a break, then something else, take a break, and so on. Yes it can take all day, but there is no burnout, and the kids are learning quicker, there is no whining, no "Are we done yet?" Some days we do still knock it all out in the morning if we have somewhere to be or if the kids want to keep going. Some days we take one or two breaks, some days we take a break between everything. We take it day by day. The kids take the lead, and I am fine with that as long as it gets done. Yep, we might be practicing spelling at 6 at night, but it works for us.


One of the most important things I have noticed, is Landon is not as mouthy, he is not as colorful in his choice of words, and he isn't so into popular items. For example, this time last year, I heard Oh my God! several times a day. Now I hear, Oh my goodness gracious! instead. Last year he was saying crap, even though he knew that was a no no in our home, I would still catch him saying it. I haven't heard it in a while now.

All in all, I would say homeschool has been a success for our family. Is it right for every family? No. Is it right for your family? Maybe, that is a choice that every family has to make for themselves.







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