Giving Thanks

This year I’m most thankful for becoming a family.

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Happy Thanksgiving from our little turkey!

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Feeding Fail

It’s been a stressful couple of days for us. We took Lucy to her newborn checkup yesterday and discovered her weight was down to 6 lbs., 2 oz., down 4 oz. from her discharge weight and 12 oz. from her birth weight. Blood work showed that she was dehydrated, so the doctor told us to supplement with formula. I felt awful, like I couldn’t provide enough for her and that I had caused her to lose so much weight. We were told to give her an ounce of formula an hour, but she really only drank 1/4 oz.-1/2 oz. an hour. I think the nursing plus trying to get the formula down here was too much.

Joe enjoyed getting to feed her.

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In fact, they even enjoyed a bottle together!

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Today, we went back to have her blood work and weight checked. She was back up to 6 lbs., 6 oz., her discharge weight, and her blood work was perfectly normal. The doctor told us today that her numbers yesterday were “scary”. I’m glad he didn’t tell us how bad they were yesterday because I would have been a basket case all night.

He also told me that I may not be able to nurse. Today is four days postpartum, and he says milk typically comes in within 72 hours. I know that’s not a hard and fast rule, but he seemed surprised that I have no symptoms of it coming in yet and says that some women just aren’t able to nurse. I’ve been pumping since last night to try to keep my supply coming since the supplementing has caused Lucy to not want to nurse as much, but I’m still not getting much. The doctor told me to keep trying until Monday and that if I don’t have anything by then I likely won’t be getting any. I don’t really know what to think about all this. On one hand, I was kind of enjoying nursing and, as weird as it sounds, I was looking forward to pumping. However, nursing has been REALLY painful for me.

I guess I’ll keep trying and we’ll see next week.

Introducing . . .

Lucy Jane Schulman was born Nov. 21, 2009 at 1:01 p.m. She weighed 6 lbs, 14 oz. and was 20 inches long. And, well, she has completely stolen our hearts. But, really, look at this sweet little face. It’s no wonder we totally fell in love with her.

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We’re exhausted but so happy. The doctor told me today that Lucy is perfect, but we already knew that! We’re heading home tomorrow, and hopefully I’ll get time to share my birth story.

On the Way

Looks like we’re having a baby! Finally, this isn’t a dry run!

Apparently, I’m Selfish

I finally got my seasonal flu shot. I have been trying for *weeks* to get one from my primary care physician’s office and was added to a waiting list I was told was four pages long.

Last week, I got the call that they had a shot for me and I could get it on Monday. However, since Monday was spent in the hospital thinking (and hoping) that I was in labor, I didn’t make it. Today, I got a call from my doctor’s office asking me if I was still interested. I apologized and explained about Monday, and the nurse responded by saying, “So, do you want it or not?” Apparently, a 90-year-old woman wanted one too, and she would get my shot if I didn’t want it.

I definitely think the elderly should be vaccinated, but since I literally have *no* immune system right now and since the vaccine will innoculate Lucy (important since she will be born during flu season and can’t get the shot after birth until 6 months old), I really felt like I needed to get it.

When I arrived, the oh-so-friendly nurse ushered me to the lab and said, “This 90-year-old woman REALLY needs this shot, but I HAD to find out if you wanted it first since we were holding it for you.”

Guilt trip much? So, I guess I’m selfish, but I have my baby to think about too.

Sleepless Nights

We really thought yesterday was going to be it. I started having regular contractions 5 minutes apart and 1 minute in duration Sunday night around 8 p.m. I drank water, and that didn’t help. We called the after hours number and were told it likely was labor, and if it was still going on in two hours to go to the hospital. Two hours later, they were still coming regularly, but seemed to subside after I took a hot shower.

We headed to bed just to be woken up around midnight with them back with a vengeance. They were so painful I was crying. And, like I had been told, I wanted to rip Joe’s head off. 🙂 We waited until 2 a.m., and then headed to the hospital. When they hooked me up to the monitor there, my contractions were 3-4 minutes apart and lasting about a minute each. We thought we were going to be having a baby. But then, I was examined. I was still 1 cm dilated and 80-90 percent effaced. I have never been so disappointed in my life. We ended up leaving around 7:30 a.m. after I got a shot of medicine that was supposed to help me sleep. It didn’t work.

A few hours later, the contractions were back and, again, were 5-7 minutes apart and 1-2 minutes in duration. We waited a few hours, called the doctor’s office and were told to go back to L&D. We decided they should rename the triage room the “Schulman room”. 🙂

My contractions were about 8 minutes apart, which is in the 10-minute window the doctors told us to use when figuring out if we need to go to the hospital, but I still hadn’t made any more progress. I wasn’t surprised. I’m beginning to think my cervix isn’t up for the job. 🙂 My parents came down to hang out with us at the hospital, which was really nice. I think they were hoping I would go into labor, but I guess Lucy just didn’t feel like it. One neat thing though: every time my dad would talk to her, her heartrate would jump. I thought that was so funny.

The midwife could tell how tired I was after being up for almost 48 hours, so she gave me an Ambien to help me sleep and keep up my strength for labor. That was the best sleep I’ve had, even with the few bathroom trips. Today at my regular doctor’s appointment, I was hooked up to the NST machine again to monitor Lucy after all the contractions I’ve been having. She looked great, which was good to know. Joe had joked with the midwife yesterday about inducing me, and I guess the midwife thought he was serious because she told the doctor, who had a talk with me about it today. She said she will induce next Wednesday if we want to, but we really don’t (hence the *joke*!). I told Joe I might think differently if we have more stretches like the last few days, but as of right now we don’t want to do anything. However, she said she won’t let me go past 40 weeks, so we will have a baby in two weeks no matter what. I’m hoping she comes this weekend, though, since Joe’s grandma is coming into town. I think that would be really neat.