I know it's been a while. Hell, it's been forever. But here's the thing... I'm a Mommy now and Mommies are busy. Anyway. I need to explain why I stopped blogging about my pregnancy experience. Here's the truth people: After week 34 it turned into an ongoing pregnancy nightmare. I long and grueling nightmare that I just couldn't wake up from. I'll do my best to recap the end of my pregnancy for everyone. But (and this I'm truly happy about) a lot of it is a fuzzy memory.
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| See all the wires and wristbands? I looked and felt like a walking experiment. |
From week 34 I started getting more and more bad news. I had been diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes and had been put on Glyburide to help control my numbers. After tweaking the dosage, I was easily keeping my daytime numbers in check according to my OBGYN and was only a few off of the fasting numbers every morning. I was hoping that slightly increasing the dosage at night would help the fasting number. Well, I had to meet with a high risk specialist (which in my opinion is just another person to take your money). I thought I was going in for a consultation and she (as explained to me by my OBGYN) would be taking over my care for the most part since I have the dreaded Gestational Diabietes. After a very crazy/high tech ultrasound the doctor came in for 10 minutes to "talk to me." However, it wasn't a happy or even thoughtful conversation. She precedes to scare me by saying that not only are my numbers outrageously high (which they weren't) and I shouldn't even be looking at my 2 hour post meal numbers, that if I didn't switch to insulin immediately, I could kill my baby with one high blood sugar. So after bawling my hormonal eyes out all the way into the parking lot, I, of course didn't want to kill my baby so I decided to listen to the all-mighty doctor and go on insulin.
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| photo from google.com |
Well, to be put on insulin, you have to be put on a program where you have a 24 hour nurse on call. This nurse comes to your home and shows you how to inject yourself and basically how to eat and not eat. But after talking to 3 specialists, including the home nurse, none of them agreed with the doctor's decision and said that my numbers were great. They also gave me the information that by switching to insulin at week 35 is like starting all over again since they have no idea how my body will react to the dosage. I could have highs and lows just like when I started Glyburide. And that overall, it is safer to stick to what is working. So I took this information to my OBGYN. They were completely unhelpful and said that since the high risk doctor put me on insulin, there must have been a reason for it. Finally, after some more tears and a few frustrated "conversations" my doctor said that she would talk to the high risk doctor and find out why. I never heard back from her about why but did get a phone call asking if I was refusing treatment. I politely told them I wasn't refusing I was just trying to get all the information. Eventually, I got another call and my doctor gave me the orders to stick to what I was doing.
Because I was "high risk" I had to then see the OBGYN twice a week for NSTs. These are completely useless and only caused more anxiety and stress than delivered information on my lovely baby girl. Almost every appointment I was asked to do an ultrasound because "the baby wasn't cooperating." And most of the time I was almost scolded by my doctor because of the NSTs not working-- Because that was obviously my fault, right? The frequent BPPs or ultrasounds were nice though, since i got to check on my baby almost every week. Every time, she passed with 100%.
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| photo from parenthood.com |
After a 24 hour urine test and blood work to check for "invisible pre-e" (where you don't get high blood pressure but you still have pre-e) I was ready to call it quits! I tested negative for that by the way. Noting my emotional exhausting from everything, my OBGYN decided that since the baby was measuring in the 90% and since I was ready to have her out, we should induce. In fact, the ultrasound that put me into the definitely induce her category had our little peanut measuring 8lbs and 6 ounces.
Thinking that this was a good idea because I was ready to have her out and be done with the stupid doctors and stupid NSTs and stupid gestational diabetes, I agreed to an induction date of March 21st. Aside from the fact that 5 hours before we were scheduled to go in for the induce, the hospital didn't have me on file (because they scheduled me a week later than my doctor's had asked them to), I was excited and ready to get the show on the road.
Long story short: DON'T GET INDUCED unless absolutely necessary. After 24 hours of contractions that progressed in intensity and timing, I finally caved for an epidural. I hadn't dilated passed one centimeter and they had already broken my water in an attempt to help me reach "active labor." That never happened. With the epidural I was able to get a little bit of sleep but by my 8am cervical check, I still showed no progress. After a lot of tears, I was informed at 9:00 AM by my OBGYN that I would have to have a c-section. I was wheeled into the operating room within 20 minutes. After a little over 36 hours in labor, at 9:38 AM on March 23, measuring 20 inches long and weighing 8 lbs 1 ounce, Merida Grace Hood-Weber made her appearance. Oh yeah... she's was perfectly healthy. And their lovely ultrasounds that showed her measuring big were extremely wrong. They had to have been off by more than a pound at the last weight scan. Therefore, giving us no reason to be induced.
A crappy pregnancy ended with a crappy labor but gave birth to a beautiful little girl who couldn't have been more perfect.
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