First, again, I have to apologize. I haven’t been as consistent with writing posts as I had planned and wanted to in the first place. Please bare with me! 🙂
Yesterday, my baby boy turned 10 months old! How crazy is that?!?! I swear that it was literally yesterday that he was born and in my arms for the first time ever. It is absolutely thrilling, and at the same time scary as heck at how quickly time has flown by. He is so smart, big, strong, happy, loving, exciting, daring, observant, smiley, quiet, and so much more. He has completed my husband and I in ways we never realized we could be completed.
For those of you who are trying to have children, are currently pregnant, and/or have kids of your own and want more but may be scared, etc… know that you are amazing! God knows the desires of your heart and has a plan in store for you. Your wants are just as important to Him as they are to you. If you have been trying to conceive, don’t give up. Pray to Heavenly Father and tell him the desires of your heart and what it means to you. Listen with your heart, mind, and spirit to the things that He tells you. He will not leave you without an answer. If you are currently pregnant, congratulations on your bundle of joy! You have been entrusted with one of God’s special spirits to love, nurture, teach, and care for. You are AND will be amazing parents! If you want more children or aren’t sure yet, also pray unto your Father in Heaven. He will help you know if/when to have another child. You will know when the time is right and when your family is complete.
I hope as you read my pregnancy story that you are able to enjoy it and possibly find answers to questions that you might have. If there are questions that you still have unanswered, please feel free to message me! I would love to help you. 🙂
(Because this post is so long, I am going to continue my birth story in my next post. Be sure to stay tuned!!!)
February 14, 2014 was the day that Brenden (my husband) and I found out that we were pregnant. It was a short 6 weeks of being married before we knew that we were becoming parents! I feel I had it pretty easy during my first trimester, when it came to morning sickness. Before we found out we were having a baby, I went home from work not feeling so well, a couple times. I thought that I had just caught some sort of bug. It wouldn’t have surprised me much because it was winter and cold outside. After we got the positive on the test, it all made sense. A few weeks went by and that was all my morning sickness consisted of, just a little bit of an upset stomach. (I’ve had several moms tell me how lucky I was and how jealous they were.) One day we decided to make some bean and cheese burritos with the store bought tortillas. I already wasn’t feeling the greatest, but was super hungry, so I didn’t think much about my stomach not feeling well. I couldn’t eat the whole burrito. The tortilla tasted disgusting and the texture was awful. I went to lay down on my bed and try to relax, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to run to the toilet, so I did. I’m sure you can guess the next part… That was the only time throughout my whole pregnancy that I threw up. I was just about to start my second trimester, and the morning sickness got better after that night over the toilet. 😛
I was 15 weeks along when Brenden and I moved from our home town to college town, so he could go to school and get his bachelors degree, then later on go to med. school. I didn’t have any OBGYN, midwife, doctor, etc, to do checkups on me and baby. (I told Brenden before we got married that I wanted to have homebirths with a midwife, and thankfully, he was completely fine with it!) I had no clue where to start looking for a midwife. I ended up finding different pages on facebook with information about midwifes in my area and shortly after found the most amazing and sweet midwife ever!
Fast forward to 19 weeks along… We got our first (and only) ultrasound done. In this we found out the health of the baby was great as well as the gender. But, we made sure to have the tech to keep the gender a secret from us so we could be surprised with our families. We went to our hometown and did a small, family, gender reveal party, and found out that we were going to have a boy! Long story short… I really wanted a girl. So badly. When I found out we were having a boy, I struggled with it. It took me over a month to really be okay and happy about it. It didn’t take much longer than that and I was so excited and looking at all of the baby boy clothes.
One day, at 34 weeks along, I was really uncomfortable. I figured I was just having Braxton Hicks contractions and that my body was out of alignment. I kept moving and adjusting myself to get more comfortable. It would happen on and off throughout the day. I would be fine for a bit, then it would hit me again. That night, I knew something was not right. I wasn’t worried or scared. I just knew something was off. I had Brenden call my midwife and she came over right away. She checked for several things. I wasn’t dilating, but I was contracting hard. She thought that I might have an infection, tested for what she could, and nothing was making sense. Her best advice was to have me go to the hospital, just to be sure. We went to the ER and they took us up to the L&D, took some more tests, put a heart monitor on my belly, stuck an IV in me to start some fluids, and a whole bunch of other stuff. We went in at 10pm and didn’t hear anything until almost 2am. My contractions were getting stronger and harder and longer. I was going into early labor. When the doctors and nurses started telling me what was going on, my fears began to set in. I asked my husband for a blessing. I was in tears. It was too early for my baby to come. What had I done wrong to go into early labor and end up in the hospital in the middle of the night, hooked up to a ton of monitors and an IV? I didn’t want my baby to come so early and be stuck in the hospital for several weeks to a couple months. The doctors ended up giving me something in the IV to help slow and stop the contractions. I can’t remember the name of it though. They told me that the first round of this stuff should help them get easier and possibly stop. It ended up taking another 4 times of putting this stuff in my IV to get my contractions to stop. We didn’t get any sleep until about 6am that morning.
When the morning nurse and doctor came into my room, they told me that I was extremely dehydrated. They said that this was the main cause of the contractions starting up and getting more consistent. The other reason why the contractions were happening was because I had a bad UTI. (Weird though, because my midwife couldn’t find any signs of one and I had no symptoms…) They checked me that morning to make sure I hadn’t dilated during the night or that morning. Thankfully I didn’t. Baby boy was still as snug and as healthy as could be. I thought that I had been drinking plenty of water, but learned that I needed to be drinking A LOT more than what I thought. Later that day we were sent home.
40 weeks along and still no baby. I was miserable. My whole body ached. I was exhausted. One day before I was 41 weeks, I went to a holistic conference not far from where I live. My mom was speaking at it and I wanted to see her and support her.
(She, both of my sisters, and my younger brother were staying with us for several days for this conference.) While I was there, I was able to get a foot-zone. It felt amazing. I was able to get some pressure relieved off of them and was able to have energy work done for both my baby and myself. After that, I went home and took a nap, got some food, and relaxed the rest of the night.
We didn’t realize that night would end up being the beginning!