Today baby T is 6 months old… it seems like a good time to dust off her birth story from my previous blog and tell you a little about this wonderful little soul that has graced our lives.
2 pregnancies under my belt and I can say with a certainty that while it is wonderful in an abstract kind of way, the day to day is not my cup of tea. At the end of my second pregnancy I was exhausted, in pain all day long, feeling nauseated most of the time, tired, unable to do basic things like wash dishes and stay sitting on the floor playing with my boy. I woke about ten times a night with horrible pain on my legs and the skin on my belly was extremely sensitive, a cotton t-shirt would chafe, imagine toddler hands and feet. I was ready to be done.
Baby T had other ideas. She was happily poking my ribs and belly button (OUCH, by the way) all day and night well into 38w, past when her brother decided to make an appearance. At this point we were having an ultrasound a week and saw that although my placenta was still too smooth to indicate a delivery, the liquid showed her lungs were mature, so I begged my doc to put me out of my misery and schedule surgery. Literally begged. [Read more…]