I found out I was pregnant on March 29, 2010. I had gone to have blood work done to see if the IVF had been successful, and got the call from my Nurse while I was sitting at my desk at work. At this point, it was our 4th trip to NY, and our 13th try at getting pregnant. In the past, I could always tell by Greta's (my nurse) voice, that it didnt work... it must really suck to have to call people day after day to tell them they, yet again, were unsuccessful. This time she had me fooled. Im sure it wasnt planned on her part, or maybe I just expected it to be negitive again. When she told me I was pregnant, the first words that flew out of my mouth were "Are you F**king kidding me!!:???" I was so way beyond excited and shocked. Yes we had been trying and trying, and you always read about other people being pregnant, and I even had a million procedures done to get to this point, but when she actually confirmed that I infact was pregnant, and a tiny little person was growing in my belly... it was almost like I was watching it happen to someone else. I cried happy tears, I called Renee... sad that she was at work and we couldnt have gotten the call together, but it was nice to call her with good news for a change since I was always the one giving the "bad news" phone call after Greta gave it to me. As soon as the excitement and shock wore off..the constant worry set it. Im sure it's common for women who go through soooooo much to get pregnant to be a litlle on the nervous side, wanting to keep the pregnancy safe.
At about 6 weeks, I started spotting and about had an axiety attack because I thoguht I was in the beginning of a miscarriage. The fertility clinic had already discharged me to my OB/GYN but I still called and begged them to send orders for an utlrasound since my OB at the time kind of sucked. The wanted me to wait it out saying if I was going to loose the baby, there was noting I could do to stop it. Of course I knew that, but I dont think I was asking for too much just to see some reassurance. I finnaly got my u/s, and before we began, they told me that because it was so early on, we would be lucky to see anything much less a heartbeat. Well not only did we see our little "Beaner" but we saw the most beautiful little flicker on the screen... a brand new, strong heartbeat!
As the next couple of weeks went by, I felt better that we saw a heartbeat, but the 12 week mark couldnt come soon enough. Then and only then could i relax a bit. Again at abotu 8 weeks I started bleeding again, and again, freaked out. I got another u/s and it showed he was just fine, but the placenta tore a tiny bit away fromt he uterus... take it easy, and things should be fine.
I rented a fetal doppler around the 8 week mark to ease some of my nervousness about him being ok in there after all of our scares. I was able to pick up his heartbeat right sway each time I tried, and that made me feel so much better. I did this each morning and each night until I started to show. Once I could see my belly start to grow, I finally believed we were in the clear, and I could relax and enjoy my pregnancy. And that is just what I did. I worked so hard to get to this point, I just needed to get to a point where I was comfortable not hainvg to hear him each day to know he was ok. I ended up having minor placenta previa for about a month, but thankfully that cleared itself up rather quickly!
I made sure that once I started to show, to take a picture of my belly each week to see the growth. My last actual belly shot was at 35 weeks and I looked like I was ready to pop. We must have gotten caught up in preparring for his arrival that w eforgot the last few weeks to take a pic. In hindsight, I regret that, but have a short video we took in the hospital of my belly jumping because he had hiccups, so at least we got to see the final belly there. :)
I had a great, easy pregnancy...The gestational diabetes was easy to manage, and thanks to it, I left the hosiptal weighing 20 lbs less than when I got pregnant! At my 38 week ultrasound, we saw that he was in the head down position, but hadn't dropped. But ny fluid was pretty low. The doctor felt it was safest for the baby to induce that weekend before I lost any more fluid.
On Saturday November 20th, we got to the hospital bright and early. I was hooked up to the monitors and the Pitocin started. It took a good while before I was actually able to feel the contractions I was having. Renee was with me, and her sister Niki, and my best friend Jess. All there to be my support and take pics/video.
As the day/night progressed my contractions got stronger (as they always do with the dredded Pitocin). I had ideally wanted a pain med free birth, but the Pit made the contractions so much worse that by the middle of the night I couldnt stand it anymore and had an Epi. The first try he hit a blood vessel and had to try again and go up a notch. That only helped the contraction I felt in the front part of my belly but once I transitioned and felt them lower, the Epi wasnt touching them. I guess now I know for the next baby, dont bother with the Epi- they dont do a thing for me.... I felt everything.
After 2 1/2 hours of pushing (partially b/c he never dropped), Eli Joseph was born at 7:55 am on 11/21/10! 8 lbs, 9 oz- 22 1/2 inches long. I finally had my baby... the one i had always wanted.. the one I endured hundreds of painful shots for.... but man was he worth it all and then some. He was absolutley perfect and chubby!! He had fuzzy white-blonde hair and blue eyes. :)
We had decided during my pregnancy to cloth diaper him, so I plan to write about that in coming posts... what I have for a stash, wash routines, all kinds of fun fluffy stuff.
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