tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41783498583839434652024-03-05T08:35:22.317-08:00The Invention of Tiny ToesOur Journey Through IVF, Embryo Adoption,
and Frozen Embryo TransfersMica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.comBlogger151125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-42168607585702934152021-01-06T19:40:00.002-08:002021-01-06T19:40:20.764-08:00Kelby's Birth Story<div style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); color: #666666; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 17.600000381469727px; text-align: center;">Warning. There is going to be a excruciating amount of detail in this post. This is just as much for my records as it is to share with all of you. For that I apologize. Also, it may be to much info, but come on now people. It is a birth story. Births are graphic. If you want the PG version, go to my instagram highlight reel. That is the best I can do. </div><div style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); color: #666666; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 17.600000381469727px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); color: #666666; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 17.600000381469727px; text-align: center;">*******************************</div><span id="docs-internal-guid-1214a861-7fff-3cfd-7dbc-a9706719febb"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tuesday Nov 24th </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">2:30 pm - </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I went to my appointment with my midwife Neva as per the norm. We chatted for about 10 minutes about baby stuff and then the remaining 35 minutes about everything else under the sun. Kelby was head down, her back was on my lower right side where Neva listened to her heart beat and her feet were at my upper left. She had been this way for weeks now.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Clearly a second baby thing, because I didn’t have any questions. Because, second baby. I had already done this. I reminded her of what room I wanted at the Birthing Inn and then I headed home. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before I went to bed, I went to the bathroom and got a little excited because I had a little bloody show when I wiped. Made a mental note to tell Neva at our next appointment.</span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuE8PxvqVE6XRbhvyDdO9ZE9NdUMNxU6-JQX5xKfm2tHT469dlBvlu67kLhWiQmQPmnzGdMX1UOa-82Hx9jWcXqyFF27EO-t2nF5UiCVKs8fcSqg9E0wJPJoAGqjf90450Fjk87MmMJo6_/s2048/926C8712-7F8B-42A2-8545-C170964CBBC2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuE8PxvqVE6XRbhvyDdO9ZE9NdUMNxU6-JQX5xKfm2tHT469dlBvlu67kLhWiQmQPmnzGdMX1UOa-82Hx9jWcXqyFF27EO-t2nF5UiCVKs8fcSqg9E0wJPJoAGqjf90450Fjk87MmMJo6_/s320/926C8712-7F8B-42A2-8545-C170964CBBC2.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbPO9bNZSeEuJAS5v7CYITDcXL6IY7Dn_NqG-047ohmplWj76mjdihzwdWCIZZhgyiQ3ctxy_kX8vJKWI20NRL2oZSca65c1njqkxZyoNhYnZrZNV4HfnyTs3jj7-Mecro67ON12b7FW07/s2048/7DD0F001-8B7D-4547-AE9C-EEE3DD6157ED.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbPO9bNZSeEuJAS5v7CYITDcXL6IY7Dn_NqG-047ohmplWj76mjdihzwdWCIZZhgyiQ3ctxy_kX8vJKWI20NRL2oZSca65c1njqkxZyoNhYnZrZNV4HfnyTs3jj7-Mecro67ON12b7FW07/s320/7DD0F001-8B7D-4547-AE9C-EEE3DD6157ED.jpeg" /></a><br /><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Wednesday Nov 25th </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">1:00 pm - </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I woke up to a contraction and thought. Oh. Ok.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">2:00 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Woke up to another contraction and thought, I should start tracking these. Downloaded the app Full Term and started tracking them. They were consistently 1 minute long and anywhere from 5 minutes to 10 minutes apart depending if i was up and about or not.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was in our guest room on the main floor on the bed. During a contraction I would sit up and rub my hips and then lay back down on my pillow and rest until the next one came.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">2:55 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thomas came downstairs to work and saw my light on. I told him I was starting to track contractions. He joked and asked if he needed to take the day off. I said no, because the contractions weren’t that bad and it could be a long time.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">3:30 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Adler joined me in bed downstairs. He asked what I was doing and I explained how my body was preparing to birth Kelby and how the muscles would practice tensing up so eventually they would be fully prepared to push her all the way out. He fell back asleep within an hour.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As I was laboring through the night. There was one point I thought, “Oh man, I forgot about this. I am not sure I am ready for this.” I immediately went in and grabbed my 2 oil blends Valor for courage and Believe because I knew I could do it and I needed to change my mental thought process. Hindsight… I think these 2 oils and me deciding to change my thought process was the reason I never freaked out later on in the process.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFjpVhzJLpAtImlVnOLBdfr3wkpS6eIE0cXTGzTiA7sJ0VmGaDm0qWNw8m2ttb3amVuq55cFgAph6noMFIFomv3I9yX0XI-LoDIkvMuyYXqWb5GmnbrvAL_Dc66WNvd3caRBzcd0p5XFUT/s2048/88163C06-5CE8-4345-AE31-4A31FE884617.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFjpVhzJLpAtImlVnOLBdfr3wkpS6eIE0cXTGzTiA7sJ0VmGaDm0qWNw8m2ttb3amVuq55cFgAph6noMFIFomv3I9yX0XI-LoDIkvMuyYXqWb5GmnbrvAL_Dc66WNvd3caRBzcd0p5XFUT/s320/88163C06-5CE8-4345-AE31-4A31FE884617.jpeg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">4:25 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I had Thomas bring our big exercise ball up for me to see if that would help with contractions.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">5:30 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My contractions started to get closer to 7-8 minutes apart at this point and still a minute long. Totally manageable with rubbing my hips and now breathing through them. I also grabbed 2 beach towels to put under me in case my water broke. Every time I got up to go to the bathroom or anything else, they would get super close together.</span></p><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuITKgG3EgEicea5RaVynZrrXZddjDIx-NjUlcqkpKPyZPOvB5Hb9jFB4AMCI9MpuVmaG-nzmiS1MiqLWVuSsm2FVZrbbvSiRc1-VxMzeuzknGYbgUvMjPHZUGUmzu3tiqT0vBGi57fcrZ/s2048/F0471010-AEC4-49B8-A55C-21A511BE97CB.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuITKgG3EgEicea5RaVynZrrXZddjDIx-NjUlcqkpKPyZPOvB5Hb9jFB4AMCI9MpuVmaG-nzmiS1MiqLWVuSsm2FVZrbbvSiRc1-VxMzeuzknGYbgUvMjPHZUGUmzu3tiqT0vBGi57fcrZ/s320/F0471010-AEC4-49B8-A55C-21A511BE97CB.jpeg" /></a></span></div><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">6:00 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Adler woke up. I told him Kelby was probably coming today and the first words out of his mouth were “I get to play with Emmet for a long time?” I told him i had to get a hold of Emmet’s mama still. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The whole night as I was laboring, I was still thinking that it could be the whole day.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was thinking about Adler’s birth and that I hadn’t hit transition yet.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was thinking, I will contact my midwife, the person to watch Adler, and my photographer at about 7 am. So everyone could get a good nights sleep, because I can handle the contractions on my own without even Thomas help.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">6:32 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The contractions started to get a little closer together and a little more intense. I texted Thomas, “I am starting to not want to do these on my own. Want to come chat for a second?” He came up stairs and we decided for him to finish up work until 7 so he would have worked half a day and take the second half as a sick day.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Keep in mind I am still remembering Adler’s birth where it was almost 6 hours from the time I told Thomas I didn’t want to do it on on my own until I gave birth to Adler.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">***From here on out, all the times are recorded according to text conversations (or phone call logs) between me and others, or between Neva and Tiffani to get an accurate timeline of when everything happened. Which is so rad!!!</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">6:44 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I decided to not wait until 7 to text my peeps. So I texted Neva & Tiffani telling them i was contracting and sending them a screen shot of when I was keeping track of my contractions.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She asked how intense the contractions were and if I could talk through them.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I told her I was still managing and able to tell my son to hold on, but not able to actually have the conversation in the middle of it.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I also texted Robyn my photographer as well saying, “Today might be the day!”</span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLFlFLsmFzZqyayqpzZ3npQbby8yA9rIFhbfps2y8JeiKcHONpva5PfQaNoMP5_oQ65O7BpH5KArtwm3LRouCecjk3kNYIjvpaNhdVeu6uOz0nJTARxeokv36-CnwT6pK0aDW2YSfq6UPn/s2048/92A5F442-B7A2-4C3A-A9E2-5EF829217E47.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLFlFLsmFzZqyayqpzZ3npQbby8yA9rIFhbfps2y8JeiKcHONpva5PfQaNoMP5_oQ65O7BpH5KArtwm3LRouCecjk3kNYIjvpaNhdVeu6uOz0nJTARxeokv36-CnwT6pK0aDW2YSfq6UPn/s320/92A5F442-B7A2-4C3A-A9E2-5EF829217E47.jpeg" /></a><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">6:52 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I texted Neva saying i was going to jump in the shower to see if the water on my back would help with the pain management.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She said if they continued the same or more intense, we should meet at the Birthing Inn soon.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I told her I would keep her posted.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">6:53 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And then I texted Michelle, who was going to watch Adler, to see if her baby sitter was still ok watching him. Since this was the only 24 hours she was not going to be home. Of course that would be the 24 hours that Kelby decided to come.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I got in the shower, still tracking contraction.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When I got un the shower I had Thomas hand me my brush and 2 clips to put up my hair to be out of my face for birth. Thankfully I had washed my hair the night before. And put it back then so it wasn't in my face later!</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And Thomas majorly cleaner our shower and tub 2 days before otherwise I would have been mortified at the dirtiness!</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Adler was running around and playing Legos, keeping himself occupied, while also asking me what I was doing. I felt fully present, not like I was in transition or labor land at all.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thomas came up at 7 am when he finished work and later he told me he started getting everything he needed together for us to leave as soon as we needed too.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After 3 contractions of standing up in the shower, I decided that it was too uncomfortable and I wanted to sit in the tub instead. So I started the bath water. I sat facing the faucet and didn’t like that, so I turned around so that I could direct the water onto my back to get the feeling of the wand that I had last time at the Birthing Inn.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">7:07 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As soon as I sat in the water, I saw part of my mucus plug in the water. And then I heard and felt a loud pop and felt the gush as my water broke. I texted Neva immediately and her question was if the water was clear liquid.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Keep in mind that the tub was half way full at this point. I asked Thomas if the water was clear liquid, because I saw the greenish yellow tint to it. He said it is not cloudy. So that is what I told her. It was not cloudy, but a greenish yellow tint to it. That the tub was half full and so it was diluted.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I stopped tracking contractions at this point.</span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ_ObOMOTR-pEtBnu5ACmif4Vfxnuwb4VcorNg6Iug30L2PtBkYEarZjBlXVoXwSqrKecmIRCEbILBwuyuRhXLm60s7jhkMFopJK1yOf2i6_wEUDiGpWrkvJ8D7oCryMkqinpHpy1TsYTU/s2048/98074871-A4A4-4629-BE19-9151D023A6E2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ_ObOMOTR-pEtBnu5ACmif4Vfxnuwb4VcorNg6Iug30L2PtBkYEarZjBlXVoXwSqrKecmIRCEbILBwuyuRhXLm60s7jhkMFopJK1yOf2i6_wEUDiGpWrkvJ8D7oCryMkqinpHpy1TsYTU/s320/98074871-A4A4-4629-BE19-9151D023A6E2.jpeg" /></a><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">7:11 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I heard back that Michelle’s baby sitter wasn’t able to watch Adler and I texted another friend Amy if they would be able to watch him. She said yes and we could bring him over or they could come get him. I told her Thomas would walk him over.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">7:16 am - </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I texted Amy that Thomas would bring Adler over.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But then things started progressing quickly and in the moment that was all forgotten.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thomas texted Neva that things were progressing quickly. And she responded that they could meet us at the Birthing Inn at 8:15.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">7:18 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As soon as my water broke, I was still thinking it could be a while until I gave birth. And I wasn’t sure if I should be sitting in my tub, with the amniotic fluid in there. So I decided to drain the tub and at that point I also turned the water off because it was getting cold. I moved into a squatting position to get off the cold tub. When I did that, a contraction hit me. Once it was done and I was squatting, I reached down to feel what was going on down there and when I felt something, I asked Thomas what it was that I felt. His response… “It’s a foot!”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I knew this was the point where I no longer should text Neva and I called her right away. It went through FT audio, so I hung up to call her back on her cell. She called me back before I could call her.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We told her that Thomas could see a foot and I heard her voice get super serious. She told us it was a breeched birth. That we needed to call 911 because often times breeched babied needed assistance to breath after they were born. Neva told me to get on my hands and knees (I was still in the bathtub) which I did immediately and for us to get towels because Kelby would need to be kept warm once she was born.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thomas went to get his phone. He told me later he couldn’t find it for a moment even though he had just had it 5 minutes before. This was the only time I heard his voice panic a little and I told him he needed to calm down. He came back into the bathroom while </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I realized that it was a moment where he had 3 things he needed to do. Call 911, he was trying to figure out what to do with Adler, and I needed him to be squeezing my hips. In that moment, I was feeling the need to push, but I could hold off a little bit.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He told me later that his moment of panic was that he knew this was beyond his scope of skills that he had learned as a medic in the army. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">All while this was happening, I told Adler to go in the guest room to get the beach towels I had put on the bed and the ground in case my water broke there when I was laboring.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Both Neva and Tiffani started driving to get to us. Neva stayed on the phone the entire time with me until Tiffani arrived. She also texted Tiffani updates of what was happening to that we have this awesome timeline! Ok, really it was for their charting, but I can say they did it for me, right? </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.62; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 14pt; margin-top: -48pt;"><br /></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">7:22 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thomas called 911 and told them his wife was giving birth, it was a breeched baby with the foot sticking out and I was in the bathtub.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This was the only point where I remember whining and saying that I didn't want to go to the hospital. Partially because in the moment of pain how I was positioned, I couldn't imagine moving in an ambulance to go anywhere. Neva told me that it wasn’t going to happen because this baby was coming too fast.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He told Adler to go wait at the door to let the firefighters in.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I told Thomas to go get my sports bra, because apparently my complete modesty was not lost in this moment.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">7:29 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I started pushing right as the Fire fighters and EMT’s arrived. Adler did his job and let them in.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I found out after the fact that the fire truck and Ambulance were just parked in the middle of the street in front of our house. I can only imagine our neighbors concern knowing I was pregnant.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I remember hearing someone say it was Engine 13 and smiling because that was the engine from the fire station right up the street that we walk to all the time. The firemen knew immediately that this was outside their realm. So they waited for the EMTs to arrive.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.62; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: -48pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">7:31 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In between all of this, while still on the phone with Neva, I texted Amy asking her if they could come get Adler. I was still unsure if I would need to be transported at some point and wanted Adler to be in capable hands.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thomas told Adler to get his shoes and coat on and wait for Amy to come get him.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At some point, I remember calling out and asking if Adler was ok. He was so quiet, which he normally is not, that my mama brain was wondering if he was ok with what we were doing in the bathroom, with 5 new adults in the house, all of which were emergency responders which he loves. And he hadn’t said a word. Neva told me to focus on this kid (meaning Kelby) and as Thomas is squeezing my hips in the bathroom and not able to leave, he asked one of the firemen if Adler was ok. And he reported back yes.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There were 3 firemen and a guy and a girl EMT.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was in the tub on my hands and knees still and Thomas was sitting by my head and was putting pressure on my hips by squeezing them together. At one point I think he was going to do something and I remember saying, don’t leave me! And Neva then saying, Thomas, Mica doesn’t want you to leave. Mainly, I just didn’t want him to stop squeezing my hips, because the pressure was helping with the pain. He truly is a rock star for sitting next to me for 20 or so minutes squeezing my hips in a super awkward position. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The lady EMT came in immediately and sat on the toilet which was the perfect place for her to catch Kelby. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">From the time Thomas first saw Kelby’s foot until the time I started pushing, her foot and leg were coming out a little bit more on its own.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With my first actual pushes, Kelbys one leg and her bottom came out. Next push her other leg came out. The EMT started touching Kelby as she was partially out and I remember telling her not to move hold her. She said she wasn’t, but it was so uncomfortable when she touched Kelby vs when Kelby was just hanging there. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">7:35 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The lady EMT started talking to Neva about what to do and I will say she asked a few questions again and again, but she did awesome with following exactly what Neva was telling her to do. They agreed to not move me as Kelby was coming soon!</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Another push and she was out all the way to her mid stomach above her umbilical cord. Neva asked about the cord being flat or full and it was full which was awesome because she was still getting all the oxygen and good stuff she needed from me.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Each time I pushed, my head was pressing up against the corner of the tile in our shower. It was incredibly vivid as I was pushing that the pain was registering in my head against the tile and in each contraction. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thomas did an amazing job with each of my pushes to remind me to visualize her coming out. That wasn’t something that was a part of my birth with Adler and with Kelby, it was exactly what I needed from him and I loved it.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I also would hear Neva on the phone telling me Mica, you can do this.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I looked down between my legs between contractions and looking at Kelbys legs and bottom just hanging there, I watched her meconium poop drip down all over my legs. Weird.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They asked about cutting the cord and Neva told them multiple times not too. They listened and did not.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">7:36 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One minute later and another contraction, more encouragement from Thomas to visualize her coming out, and she was out all the way past her shoulders with only her head remaining to be delivered.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">7:38 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One final contraction and one final push and her head came out and she was caught by the lady EMT. Immediately they wiped her down while using the blue bulb to suck out her nose and mouth. Thomas was watching her squirm as they did it and he said he knew she was just fine as she protested.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She cried within seconds of everything being cleared. They had a little oxygen going and didn't put it over her face, but kept it with in a few inches of her so that she could get the flow if it to help her if she needed it.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thomas jumped up right away and ran out to see if Adler was ok. He said that he saw Amy and Andrew walking with him down the street not quite to Alder St. So they may have still been at the house when Kelby was born. Amy said that she told the fire fighter that her name was Amy and she was the neighbor here for Adler. I love our community!</span></p><div><span><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9r-kJiqGnB8NPZiKalIUxsQbx_eiXoHh8vvGifaVnaEtXjpi41ICSdmukMzTy9zU_dihoWaYrNGN3QlWDZmwedlj9NE2xYYXR8U9Fa3jBDRiVG9VTPpIPwFv8dqg4W7qXGi8lxuc0LeE/s2048/BE409D1F-CA2D-48C3-BADF-E53CC8E88032.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9r-kJiqGnB8NPZiKalIUxsQbx_eiXoHh8vvGifaVnaEtXjpi41ICSdmukMzTy9zU_dihoWaYrNGN3QlWDZmwedlj9NE2xYYXR8U9Fa3jBDRiVG9VTPpIPwFv8dqg4W7qXGi8lxuc0LeE/s320/BE409D1F-CA2D-48C3-BADF-E53CC8E88032.jpeg" width="320" /></a></span><div><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG11EkW31RSVowydB14JXNoP16UwxCg2yw6ismudvx32kB8gtsz1eMZcQKYhwF8PfEdiS_j-al4-AKRR_xl9PsWBWT4OX1nQNsgbuo-7k17v_zDUM3uTZmHisAWKtfERVEBJP1L8lGdYYY/s2048/3FAB5B4E-3C64-4C2A-87EF-2B7070C6A6E9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG11EkW31RSVowydB14JXNoP16UwxCg2yw6ismudvx32kB8gtsz1eMZcQKYhwF8PfEdiS_j-al4-AKRR_xl9PsWBWT4OX1nQNsgbuo-7k17v_zDUM3uTZmHisAWKtfERVEBJP1L8lGdYYY/s320/3FAB5B4E-3C64-4C2A-87EF-2B7070C6A6E9.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZGH4eykLUjadHyC_JR8KqeC5FlgWbCITfYTLbINY3N55t17r57JNMpaCBo6U_DkfgvvcbJXtGYCEG3FsEUMEj89HHA0QoOiE1c_qR95gzSd08aH_6Kxt82oDy_hl0PBFDJ4QrgArqQgIJ/s2048/68A7AC36-B10C-40B6-9B6E-7C435F64D2E5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZGH4eykLUjadHyC_JR8KqeC5FlgWbCITfYTLbINY3N55t17r57JNMpaCBo6U_DkfgvvcbJXtGYCEG3FsEUMEj89HHA0QoOiE1c_qR95gzSd08aH_6Kxt82oDy_hl0PBFDJ4QrgArqQgIJ/s320/68A7AC36-B10C-40B6-9B6E-7C435F64D2E5.jpeg" /></a><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As soon as I knew Kelby was fine, I asked for assistance to turn over and get my leg around her umbilical cord, because I had not yet birthed the placenta and thankfully the cord was still attached. I flipped over and laid back in the tub. They put Kelby on my stomach and wrapped her in some towels.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Because it wasn’t a planned home birth, they just grabbed our white towels and I remember watching the blood and the meconium poop thinking, well we can buy new ones later.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Even once Kelby was on my stomach, they kept using the oxygen for a while. She kept crying and I realized afterward that she was probably cold. In the moment, I was trying to calm her. I tried to feed her and she wasn’t interested. Thomas went down and tried to dry some towels to warm them up for her. It didn’t really work.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once Thomas vacated the area next to me and Kelby was on my stomach, the fire fighter who had the oxygen moved over and kept it near Kelby. We chatted about his kids and I also asked him if he attended many home births. He said it was actually more then you would think, but this was his first breeched home birth.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The lady EMT did say that since she worked for a DR, it was her job to tell me that they would suggest we go to the hospital. Since I had already had Kelby and we were all safe and sound, I felt completely fine staying where I was until my midwife showed up and at that point Tiffani was just minutes away.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Another fire fighter who was doing paper work said something like, ma’am, I know its a little awkward timing, but can I get your social? This was after I heard Thomas stumbling over my age. He was so cute doing math from his age to figure out my age.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.62; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: -48pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.62; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: -48pt;"><br /></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">7:55 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We hung out in the tub with Kelby on my stomach covered in towels until Tiffani arrived.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tiffani arrived and everyone cheered that yay! The midwife was here! Neva hung up at that point. Tiffani came in and saw Kelby. Checked her out and was content with her vitals.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmYRZT8ObnGCi_bXEsq07QE_MJVPX-FkQCVBiflhFbkw08kJKyW1SjgjSZtcbc77RPOR_DJsLidLcR1gttPu3lZJntZCstt_hJb7G6ykZ-RpMFFNjL76ZQrI6-i40WWJEWsm8DAlnI91LN/s2048/F9C6FCF5-1EE0-409F-B3EB-9DCB4D75BDB1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmYRZT8ObnGCi_bXEsq07QE_MJVPX-FkQCVBiflhFbkw08kJKyW1SjgjSZtcbc77RPOR_DJsLidLcR1gttPu3lZJntZCstt_hJb7G6ykZ-RpMFFNjL76ZQrI6-i40WWJEWsm8DAlnI91LN/w181-h320/F9C6FCF5-1EE0-409F-B3EB-9DCB4D75BDB1.jpeg" width="181" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvOFWD-cGKNAPbgDH_Xbn7flUNp8pN4p4AY04ueseYYPUpkIgbhwxTrfb4O8KBN9dzRjgpF4TVQ4aqBIufvZer9bFG1ettHN7grrBFZPS6AarkErQ2A8RxyF-rNL030i8ZDRi4xFt0t625/s2048/4546DE23-9A9A-4697-B245-44165DA4B3A9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvOFWD-cGKNAPbgDH_Xbn7flUNp8pN4p4AY04ueseYYPUpkIgbhwxTrfb4O8KBN9dzRjgpF4TVQ4aqBIufvZer9bFG1ettHN7grrBFZPS6AarkErQ2A8RxyF-rNL030i8ZDRi4xFt0t625/s320/4546DE23-9A9A-4697-B245-44165DA4B3A9.jpeg" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWw-8FJtniNLDHNcH9kqMhe5TBukmbO8jvZGBuqnEvWhLDLBqNV5Tzs7vJWtxhSsgBCQAEnOER1rcmLvyJTwf4R_JvsB8OKwKQx86zQLNaB0RigQsAgkM3cNkNcrCX2WpwIfRuo6h4cbSJ/s2048/BD9BD893-96EF-45BE-BC8D-B60469212DAC.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWw-8FJtniNLDHNcH9kqMhe5TBukmbO8jvZGBuqnEvWhLDLBqNV5Tzs7vJWtxhSsgBCQAEnOER1rcmLvyJTwf4R_JvsB8OKwKQx86zQLNaB0RigQsAgkM3cNkNcrCX2WpwIfRuo6h4cbSJ/s320/BD9BD893-96EF-45BE-BC8D-B60469212DAC.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_gFShvtEuuuNU4ozo2B9TgYLegpCNnHxJAMMniFexV7wAO4AVJO6_4e4Btn5k8_aiLAoxjUQfExjP2rd0t3YXWJ23G1N6Y0kivj_E85yRudVu15VqBCFeOig72WOU_8YG-oQFQueLOCjK/s2048/E74246B5-082E-4035-B274-516F3B22A6F5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_gFShvtEuuuNU4ozo2B9TgYLegpCNnHxJAMMniFexV7wAO4AVJO6_4e4Btn5k8_aiLAoxjUQfExjP2rd0t3YXWJ23G1N6Y0kivj_E85yRudVu15VqBCFeOig72WOU_8YG-oQFQueLOCjK/s320/E74246B5-082E-4035-B274-516F3B22A6F5.jpeg" /></a></div><br /></div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I asked if they could take photos of the fire fighters and EMTs before they left. Tiffani was awesome with that. Thomas misunderstood and jumped in the tub... so there was this photo of us 3. And this was my view from the tub. Also, had I known this ending of our story, I would have had Thomas paint the tub before, so I didn't have the horrible blue in these photos, lol.</span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsQ1QHbe0xZtiBEO8nx0Q43vMV3h7yBpggDXGvasRkfhYgO4HschHv0jKeUpTCskuuCcBhyphenhyphen6VDAyyibq18IsC5b1t4zSrY40CEiP0V5_wvr31wNWjzc9MA4xZ5-j87fATIGzrGcIHq23MD/s2048/DF0B2DFC-2013-4842-A121-B5EA23192C53.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsQ1QHbe0xZtiBEO8nx0Q43vMV3h7yBpggDXGvasRkfhYgO4HschHv0jKeUpTCskuuCcBhyphenhyphen6VDAyyibq18IsC5b1t4zSrY40CEiP0V5_wvr31wNWjzc9MA4xZ5-j87fATIGzrGcIHq23MD/s320/DF0B2DFC-2013-4842-A121-B5EA23192C53.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnYMq7QV56hY5wMIN4BNUtjMvVZ5JkSpKAFXhLOoxB9-3TDLGLO0TM8oo16ID-l3Bxicgb49CgNUDq3yIuAsXlG82GvLNLN5_d8Aq_YCEaMHRWQ_Wj5K3NV6DaTBwdHXtuuIW6YpQs4lxk/s2048/2AC32C92-D9D6-4265-9317-4594A05448CF.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnYMq7QV56hY5wMIN4BNUtjMvVZ5JkSpKAFXhLOoxB9-3TDLGLO0TM8oo16ID-l3Bxicgb49CgNUDq3yIuAsXlG82GvLNLN5_d8Aq_YCEaMHRWQ_Wj5K3NV6DaTBwdHXtuuIW6YpQs4lxk/s320/2AC32C92-D9D6-4265-9317-4594A05448CF.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyPkNdpHPu_Tq8xzjcWlau1mIjl738vf31Kp2MvOzUfHBp-JwOwkIO8UwQF1rjKH_N_G_CVywPkxtfpd8_5evEM6oSDxRAQw-ANLLQSSpo7smVIRlXMuxiF5CPOC3ZASVB8MLhxU9pcgYf/s2048/A8B5503E-2FEB-488B-8B37-6FAD225E572B.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyPkNdpHPu_Tq8xzjcWlau1mIjl738vf31Kp2MvOzUfHBp-JwOwkIO8UwQF1rjKH_N_G_CVywPkxtfpd8_5evEM6oSDxRAQw-ANLLQSSpo7smVIRlXMuxiF5CPOC3ZASVB8MLhxU9pcgYf/s320/A8B5503E-2FEB-488B-8B37-6FAD225E572B.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Fx7BHp5uaYHF9mqbq1j3BzhuWuM3MGeHLpga4_g-goLsUVvk1QEtlHNYaSnLHPqr9ZKnGjySSo32MJeEmBRtct56HsZ4qALconfJNsdLvTc2-12seI0c43l0kTABWbT6y4cJbC4BRYun/s2048/4B1A87A9-104D-4703-A437-A59D52D6C932.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Fx7BHp5uaYHF9mqbq1j3BzhuWuM3MGeHLpga4_g-goLsUVvk1QEtlHNYaSnLHPqr9ZKnGjySSo32MJeEmBRtct56HsZ4qALconfJNsdLvTc2-12seI0c43l0kTABWbT6y4cJbC4BRYun/s320/4B1A87A9-104D-4703-A437-A59D52D6C932.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauNJohR57BUFESWkcouA853hIMdOldXHHgRLsHf6Es2sq6J_AMCxP8BBagGJUb93BhOx5rJZF7jr3OIwYgoWac61aWCZW9-mguUDo4N6XuQTFnu6WEJAjBA6MgwMh_7c7jwRM-dGY68Mw/s2048/97008A5D-DC7F-461E-8762-0B6E92E050D1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She then helped me deliver the placenta. She told me to cough which was an interesting feeling. It took a few times, but out it came. She checked it to make sure it wasn’t missing pieces. It again was all a bit chaotic, so I didn’t get a picture like I did with Adler’s, but we did freeze it in case I need it later for a tincture or encapsulated. It is awesome if you struggle with post partum depression and is amazing for down the road when I hit menopause.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She then checked her umbilical cord and saw that it was no longer plump and pumping blood, so she started to clamp it. I asked her if Thomas could cut it with his special knife. She asked if it was a broad sword and we laughed because that was a different client. I said no, it was his knife he carried both tours in Iraq and that he had cut Adler’s cord with. I tried to get pictures which was really hard holding Kelby in a bathtub at a weird angle.</span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMl0R6X0bN2cTWIczcCkpO6-AXir-TF5sV_wwb3bDcLCct5vLmV6OphkCRzN9cYH5JjSBZ3dvz7EKssG-e4oBN7lkqaXuWEuMocbnLfO5PQRCM0SJjXCNPxeYlJQZ8yYfKenX9ympVEP5/s2048/9B968A70-E33F-4313-9820-64727577613A.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMl0R6X0bN2cTWIczcCkpO6-AXir-TF5sV_wwb3bDcLCct5vLmV6OphkCRzN9cYH5JjSBZ3dvz7EKssG-e4oBN7lkqaXuWEuMocbnLfO5PQRCM0SJjXCNPxeYlJQZ8yYfKenX9ympVEP5/s320/9B968A70-E33F-4313-9820-64727577613A.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkDpGW88yo-IBJxGjTiQzDlqFADUxl_pdpNPu_h1NfOxqHpGW1o-XZIKNRY0UrtzAMb0mA5lKjU5QqSmVDgCqmpEjW7Jl94V2XlblxlQRoMf4DDHaZmy07XlOD2I8gaOp5uUs7vr5T3c6E/s2048/946612B4-8938-4850-BD22-05085311BE1F.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkDpGW88yo-IBJxGjTiQzDlqFADUxl_pdpNPu_h1NfOxqHpGW1o-XZIKNRY0UrtzAMb0mA5lKjU5QqSmVDgCqmpEjW7Jl94V2XlblxlQRoMf4DDHaZmy07XlOD2I8gaOp5uUs7vr5T3c6E/s320/946612B4-8938-4850-BD22-05085311BE1F.jpeg" /></a><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once the cord was cut, She took Kelby and wrapped her up and gave her to Thomas. He took her out and showed her to the crew before they left.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tiffani helped me get out of the tub and into the guestroom bed with basically a doggy piddle pad underneath me. I had Thomas also get our leather gather mat under me to as extra protection. I wasn’t paying attention and he didn't know to put the leather side up, so he put the suede side up. Dang.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thomas brought Kelby back to me and we nursed and she attached great immediately.</span></p><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgigP8dVs_lD_eCLE_S87BJC3japMm6I_J7rDamrP35RtCjbhM6WAgmeLz-Mn5CIc5dSszC9tp-ggr8XKpmLFkoEtMRT5JmMydaJCqhIApiKiFpTkcM9buUj1rMAgx-kTiUwKLmHSu_GxQy/s2048/4789712A-8C5C-4482-890C-9FEC9082032C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1539" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgigP8dVs_lD_eCLE_S87BJC3japMm6I_J7rDamrP35RtCjbhM6WAgmeLz-Mn5CIc5dSszC9tp-ggr8XKpmLFkoEtMRT5JmMydaJCqhIApiKiFpTkcM9buUj1rMAgx-kTiUwKLmHSu_GxQy/s320/4789712A-8C5C-4482-890C-9FEC9082032C.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbxktm6mnTTGdVoMrCZh8wud1Nq3JeORAsEBC8xl-3cgOTlLcQFAiSsh75Er6xwGlkRNBmkIpaqx66EWT7nWv8jX2_P_mInsio8BEm5pObp3uIkuEQCJL1rEJS82ST0oY4KkNo9Of9eTT/s2048/317CBB25-7253-49BA-B3B1-046636FEBF65.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1539" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbxktm6mnTTGdVoMrCZh8wud1Nq3JeORAsEBC8xl-3cgOTlLcQFAiSsh75Er6xwGlkRNBmkIpaqx66EWT7nWv8jX2_P_mInsio8BEm5pObp3uIkuEQCJL1rEJS82ST0oY4KkNo9Of9eTT/s320/317CBB25-7253-49BA-B3B1-046636FEBF65.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><span><br /></span></div><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Neva made it to the party! Just in time for all the fun stuff. Tiffani started cleaning up the tub and doing laundry for all the towels. Wow, I had no idea and that was such a blessing!</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They said Kelby was going to be a big baby and she was at 8lbs 10.6 oz! And she was 20.5” long. They measured her head and her chest too. All her stats were great.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm7fEMgSEr2YA7fy2w3BjtQM02xHwz6CO1NJusJ3QfLg99YY9tAEra9S5opR-OIPUDABGoXrJkc2nTFx9G4LusfGnBGskAQw9DX5POYbiyvHL4KPeqOROWMx1vIoqjBAa1-uGHMUl0cP7F/s2048/DC726AA2-B796-4B31-B857-C989703A0FFE.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm7fEMgSEr2YA7fy2w3BjtQM02xHwz6CO1NJusJ3QfLg99YY9tAEra9S5opR-OIPUDABGoXrJkc2nTFx9G4LusfGnBGskAQw9DX5POYbiyvHL4KPeqOROWMx1vIoqjBAa1-uGHMUl0cP7F/s320/DC726AA2-B796-4B31-B857-C989703A0FFE.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMouBIc4L90aubAfuWDxtgT0OL_uor_W8zKQWNte82DgO0637f87mM4p0ubJ0OSA2DneV0xB_W4-MN-J_c-Ytdg1QyCrPd0epQSg432ZueHnkTJ0MkCLPUkctcrh4qkx6POFF5H1JoTztG/s2048/951905ED-999C-477C-B2F5-9109D0F0582C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMouBIc4L90aubAfuWDxtgT0OL_uor_W8zKQWNte82DgO0637f87mM4p0ubJ0OSA2DneV0xB_W4-MN-J_c-Ytdg1QyCrPd0epQSg432ZueHnkTJ0MkCLPUkctcrh4qkx6POFF5H1JoTztG/s320/951905ED-999C-477C-B2F5-9109D0F0582C.jpeg" /></a></div><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As I was laying in bed with Kelby, I watched Adler and Gannon walk by. I looked at my phone and Terry told me that they were going up to the school to play for a little bit. It was then that I noticed that Adler still had his pajamas on! It is weird to watch your child walk by your house!</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was also able to text a few people at this time as I laid there, including my photographer, the original childcare friend, Amy whose family watched Adler, and a few others. Thomas called his parents during that time as well.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJSL_hAvE7_Xb04uE17wvXZEfUqZcLThJADgTJVcio0kWUUHFvq4-ZaVerk0U5Xvl6k7MuxUPH6D9v4nTIeSKIdB4Vnda9skyYTpjQYGh5vUigfMG59AB-a0FKb3FuZlO9Wq3CLZ9EAZFr/s2048/17C71777-782E-411D-BA83-3A86B5E543AB.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJSL_hAvE7_Xb04uE17wvXZEfUqZcLThJADgTJVcio0kWUUHFvq4-ZaVerk0U5Xvl6k7MuxUPH6D9v4nTIeSKIdB4Vnda9skyYTpjQYGh5vUigfMG59AB-a0FKb3FuZlO9Wq3CLZ9EAZFr/s320/17C71777-782E-411D-BA83-3A86B5E543AB.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA5ER-TnK1upiXpJzfciu7UYUiiX8-ZdChJhC3E91AL1F3DysBv5F_veTGUXR1sHzbFw8zYC2uwi382U81UDKJi91wfwa3tq0phPuAzLXLc1eHvXT9bsmcvt1Y0MFQbRr7z84B2BOoG2So/s2048/1C2F6440-61E2-497E-9AAB-95DB5BACA7D4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA5ER-TnK1upiXpJzfciu7UYUiiX8-ZdChJhC3E91AL1F3DysBv5F_veTGUXR1sHzbFw8zYC2uwi382U81UDKJi91wfwa3tq0phPuAzLXLc1eHvXT9bsmcvt1Y0MFQbRr7z84B2BOoG2So/s320/1C2F6440-61E2-497E-9AAB-95DB5BACA7D4.jpeg" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgbsXzaXNTVVyT8TeQzf1JlpYTM8qckYWTh-RhyphenhyphenJX1XLW789uZZ8m56XwLrILTBvI1Tbfgh0uwAvTGviNGpqBFXsgIQogWVPI6Gm5CINiGVX2d2pAE_6oFoz4oyVaHRX_5Uh-nE3vXdh0T/s2048/483BCB3F-DCEC-4D7C-9E9D-F8D43E2134B6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgbsXzaXNTVVyT8TeQzf1JlpYTM8qckYWTh-RhyphenhyphenJX1XLW789uZZ8m56XwLrILTBvI1Tbfgh0uwAvTGviNGpqBFXsgIQogWVPI6Gm5CINiGVX2d2pAE_6oFoz4oyVaHRX_5Uh-nE3vXdh0T/s320/483BCB3F-DCEC-4D7C-9E9D-F8D43E2134B6.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidCpe9WM23_IbVcxHg9ZzYuPpD_WhcmWcW4jYV9cxtFWg3Hqt-tyveKFO2N9_AHQmjGG_at4Mr3M68eSUF3kwxa5WAert7ZzJmh9RD4tidBbq44mufEX2BsEkoSD8Ojhu9xTKgwgAwk9Rj/s2048/3D4553D0-F765-4525-B431-B17615D8080C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1539" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidCpe9WM23_IbVcxHg9ZzYuPpD_WhcmWcW4jYV9cxtFWg3Hqt-tyveKFO2N9_AHQmjGG_at4Mr3M68eSUF3kwxa5WAert7ZzJmh9RD4tidBbq44mufEX2BsEkoSD8Ojhu9xTKgwgAwk9Rj/s320/3D4553D0-F765-4525-B431-B17615D8080C.jpeg" /></a></div></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">10:30 am - </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They stayed, did paper work, and checked on me checking off all the post delivery things like making sure I was able to go to the bathroom and then after a celebration shot with Thomas, they left.</span></p><div><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCOjwrgrbkIBzFu0TOzsyYpeB3D02n8X1cyf1jMEzaLF4BFML3h2_-M5T-N3689TIhsORNF3aYBU78S5a7P-zYL9FgCFxTb-ToL7eo7odS062vOpu6yowTwihG7BRKvbSgtp-NniE870z6/s2048/AD28D3AB-6DFF-4EDA-AF43-F49BE58FEE73.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCOjwrgrbkIBzFu0TOzsyYpeB3D02n8X1cyf1jMEzaLF4BFML3h2_-M5T-N3689TIhsORNF3aYBU78S5a7P-zYL9FgCFxTb-ToL7eo7odS062vOpu6yowTwihG7BRKvbSgtp-NniE870z6/s320/AD28D3AB-6DFF-4EDA-AF43-F49BE58FEE73.jpeg" /></a></span></div><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thomas immediately vacuums and cleans the floors because of everything the fire fighters and EMTs bring into the house. Lol.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As soon as the boys were done at the school, they dropped Adler off and he came in to meet his sister! So stinking sweet.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdEJG7x-p6xUd38z2MofOC7tN02eXObpyD3tiVvkJVl4qg0U7Qv_ea0xE-sZAhhdaAzP9pqv82THTr-Qycm2cc1jKPcl4ZMschXnzDyYsDO7mnHA40jrO339YtV5Iy9hIZ0kXkUAEsHRp/s2048/B15A5C14-12B3-438C-B7FC-22354A10E808.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdEJG7x-p6xUd38z2MofOC7tN02eXObpyD3tiVvkJVl4qg0U7Qv_ea0xE-sZAhhdaAzP9pqv82THTr-Qycm2cc1jKPcl4ZMschXnzDyYsDO7mnHA40jrO339YtV5Iy9hIZ0kXkUAEsHRp/s320/B15A5C14-12B3-438C-B7FC-22354A10E808.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9g_n3p5wWwbsUMOmxO7caSG7F1Bky9w7g2w_8HrOGwYUM6da_eNZZgSyzq0BTUUBGZz9_IENSd4Zg1s9Nxgt2CYSjJoWCtbwFdbd5Kp2TAOckkxpivoxQgu5FHYUa8WRxMMN44kNdf6sb/s2048/F3538235-45D4-48E4-B336-9C399D91E333.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9g_n3p5wWwbsUMOmxO7caSG7F1Bky9w7g2w_8HrOGwYUM6da_eNZZgSyzq0BTUUBGZz9_IENSd4Zg1s9Nxgt2CYSjJoWCtbwFdbd5Kp2TAOckkxpivoxQgu5FHYUa8WRxMMN44kNdf6sb/s320/F3538235-45D4-48E4-B336-9C399D91E333.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgy35mlKmcxLGmpqz2oi6BmzOWjqhtBJ6fHQXjz4kvIEBxqZYOBiWolcc9VIIE8LCe7Kr6KMGRr30yWS9koiY9E3sftSAvsMyPAeBrJwW1n13-vDCmIqVyM8j7o8AIWtqMX5IPAg4rQQe/s4032/AC4D045B-63AF-4C96-9C66-7E5A48B28A2D.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgy35mlKmcxLGmpqz2oi6BmzOWjqhtBJ6fHQXjz4kvIEBxqZYOBiWolcc9VIIE8LCe7Kr6KMGRr30yWS9koiY9E3sftSAvsMyPAeBrJwW1n13-vDCmIqVyM8j7o8AIWtqMX5IPAg4rQQe/s320/AC4D045B-63AF-4C96-9C66-7E5A48B28A2D.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy27SgKtmaA87TWnpipjEKF_Jx5G7RJNWbYyU4u3qX6J4fE3gdU0roK6F_qncA177zn2oefiT5GvgUemIOc_S078NEjpAUPGBH4swmOIy9dwGiWFggIx7p7wIBVVyiGkWCI8g8G0nwD7Bs/s2048/ECDD9E2E-01C5-4286-9F0A-C672DF3695AA.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy27SgKtmaA87TWnpipjEKF_Jx5G7RJNWbYyU4u3qX6J4fE3gdU0roK6F_qncA177zn2oefiT5GvgUemIOc_S078NEjpAUPGBH4swmOIy9dwGiWFggIx7p7wIBVVyiGkWCI8g8G0nwD7Bs/s320/ECDD9E2E-01C5-4286-9F0A-C672DF3695AA.jpeg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As I typed all this out, I wish I were a fly on the wall to watch all the chaos of 5 emergency medical people, me and Thomas, with Neva on the phone and the firefighters on the phone with a DR at Mary Bridge as well.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will say that for as crazy of a birth story this little lady had, God was in it the whole time. I not once panicked or thought of what could go wrong. It happened so fast that honestly it didn't really dawn on me that it was happening right then in my tub. It just happened. And I never hit labor land where I wasn't able to talk because I had to focus. I never stopped smiling. It all happened so fast. I kept comparing it to Adlers birth and when I hit transition and that never happened, Oops. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">God kept me calm and Kelby safe and sent us the perfect people to be a part of her birth. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Our sweet family of 4 and our chocolate cake from MET market to celebrate my birthing day. I did the same thing with Adler. :) Happy birth day little lady!!!</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26wrYYp2YojSlV9UgdJxWNvDwhvjsz1DuOLKW74IO-vrxJs1RmfEavnAkBVnX61gIBmH8cBelZz_B6_WB7z69wU3h3ig-DcG7PzhTzVPoCxqzeN1z_ehXlngdYgHxfGygfUWSpP58JVtF/s2048/8165EDD8-0005-4D68-8FCF-AD375EBB883A.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1539" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26wrYYp2YojSlV9UgdJxWNvDwhvjsz1DuOLKW74IO-vrxJs1RmfEavnAkBVnX61gIBmH8cBelZz_B6_WB7z69wU3h3ig-DcG7PzhTzVPoCxqzeN1z_ehXlngdYgHxfGygfUWSpP58JVtF/s320/8165EDD8-0005-4D68-8FCF-AD375EBB883A.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEN6CGp20i8EXJ6gcLGfKkUFzRCsE4yG39-Vq-jsixgFqGb8SKuRZoO2PRe5NNrGsSALWVU742oCMC3easJeMHcbSyUmzWlada5IAyC_CZKmOgXxJ_f4W-EkPN8q4sLiavDI5kFhcwfnI/s2048/66CA1307-982D-4BAB-A40E-5E276489A4CC.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEN6CGp20i8EXJ6gcLGfKkUFzRCsE4yG39-Vq-jsixgFqGb8SKuRZoO2PRe5NNrGsSALWVU742oCMC3easJeMHcbSyUmzWlada5IAyC_CZKmOgXxJ_f4W-EkPN8q4sLiavDI5kFhcwfnI/s320/66CA1307-982D-4BAB-A40E-5E276489A4CC.jpeg" /></a></div></span></div></div>Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-52625135462918775992016-10-30T15:29:00.001-07:002016-10-30T15:29:05.921-07:00Adler's Birth Story<div style="text-align: center;">
Warning. There is going to be a excruciating amount of detail in this post. This is just as much for my records as it is to share with all of you. For that I apologize. Also, it may be to much info, but come on now people. It is a birth story. Births are graphic. If you want the PG version, go back a post and scroll to the bottom. That is the best I can do. </div>
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And so it began...<br />
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Up until this starting point, I was feeling amazing. I knew I was having contractions, but I would have to put my hand on my stomach to feel it grow taught. There was absolutely no pain or even uncomfortableness involved leading up to the 33 hours between my water breaking and Adler joining us.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Friday, Oct 21st</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">6 pm</span></div>
Thomas and I decided to go to dinner at Katie Downs with our friends Mike and Stacey, since clearly nothing was happening any time soon. As we were standing in line to order our food, the lady asked me what dressing I wanted on my salad. I told her and at the same time felt a little wet on my jeans. I thought, "I know I did not just pee myself. I haven't lost bladder control yet." I turned to Thomas and quietly said, "I think my water just broke."<br />
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I went straight into the bathroom and did the smell, color, amount triage. I decided that it was a very small amount and I should be ok to actually eat the food we had ordered. I texted my midwife and she said if it had broken that I would just keep on leaking. So we enjoyed our dinner as I very careful tried not to shift or move to let any more out, all the while praying that when I stood up I wouldn't gush everywhere. Whew! Success! No gushing.<br />
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At this point I also texted my friend Emily who we had planning on having as our photographer. She lives in Spokane though, so she needed warning to drive the 4.5 hours it would take to get over here. Unfortunately this was the 1 weekend where she was the only OT on call at her work, so unless nothing happened until Sunday night, she told me she wouldn't be able to come. No big deal, we had planned for this and Mary our doula was going to be our backup. Whew! Crisis averted. :)<br />
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We made it home and as I moved around a little more, I did indeed keep leaking. Yay! Something is happening! This also started my 48 hour time line of being able to be with my midwife. If nothing happened in that time, I would have to be transferred to an OB's care. Thomas and I decided that it was a good time to actually finish packing our Birthing Inn Bag. I texted her that evening simply saying nothing was happening with contractions, I was just going to get some sleep and I would text her if anything happened. We finally went to bed at 10 pm.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hanging out at home after my water broke.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Saturday, Oct 22nd</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">7 am</span><br />
I slept out on the couch so that when I got up every few hours to change my pad (so that I wasn't just leaking amniotic fluid all over the place), I wouldn't wake up Thomas. I got 9 hours of decent sleep, only getting up every 3 hours of so because of a contraction, bathroom break, changing of the amniotic fluid filled pad.<br />
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The day consisted of me trying to rest and tracking my contractions. They were about 6.5 minutes apart and mild all morning. They then went between 4 min and 10 min apart and mild. In the afternoon we went for a walk just around the block and they dropped down to every 2-3 min apart, but still mild. I went back home and they went back consistently to about 5 min apart, but still mild in the pain department.<br />
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Meanwhile, early in the morning Mary, my sweet doula, texted me saying she had been up all night with her 2 boys who were throwing up. She still felt ok with only a sore throat. Just hours later, she texted again saying she was in bed sick and down for the count. When i read her text, I looked at Thomas and just laughed. People were dropping like flies around us! I knew it was ok though, because we had prayed about this and we knew that God had already written our birth story.<br />
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As sad as it was to not have Emily or Mary, when we had pictured them as a part of the birth team for months now, ultimately i know i would be so bummed if i didn't have pictures of the whole birth. After asking another friend who was unavailable, i just threw it out there and asked the gal who was going to do our newborn pictures if she was available that night and the next day. She is absolutely amazing and said yes! It seriously took a load off just knowing that.<br />
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Once that was all taken care of, at about 5 ish we made dinner together, while I would pause between contractions. The pain ramped up a little bit and in texting with Neva, she suggested taking a shower to help with the pain too. It really did help. The water on my lower back during contractions was wonderful. I didn't want to get out. Sweet Thomas sat on the floor while i took the shower and continued to time my contractions for me.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">7 pm</span><br />
And then the intensity increased. The contractions were 4 min 30 seconds apart, moderate pain, and i had to get up and both move and breathe through them. At this point Neva and I agreed to meet at The Birthing Inn in 2 hours if nothing had changed. She still kept asking me if i could talk through them or if they suddenly dropped to every 3 minutes. I sent Thomas to bed so he could catch a nap, because clearly i wasn't going to be able to sleep at all and if things were going to go down that night, he needed a little rest. So i just sat, and walked, and tested a few friends to keep myself occupied.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My contraction timer.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thomas waking up from his 2 hour nap.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">9 pm</span><br />
At this point I was texting a friend and i was starting to feel like i needed people encouragement. When i told Kristen that and that i was going to go wake Thomas up, she freaked out on me and said, "Mica, DON'T BE A MARTYR! He should be up with you!" It definitely made me smile. This was also the only time my entire labor when i thought, "I understand why people get epidurals now."<br />
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My body also knew what was coming, because twice it completely cleared itself out. Definitely something I recognized as something your body does to prepare for active labor.<br />
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I was also texting Neva and she said she would meet me at The Birthing Inn an hour after I said I needed to. So I said, "I need it." We agreed on 10:30 and I went in and told Thomas everything and also said i needed him because i couldn't do it on my own any more. I also needed a little pain relief, so we took out the rebozo and he used it on my hips. In between contractions we got everything ready and he took it out to the car.<br />
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We got in the car and headed on over. Those 2 contractions in the 4 minute ride over in the car were not fun!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">10:30 pm</span><br />
We arrived and decided to not bring anything in until we knew what the game plan was. I knew that often times the transition to the birthing place could slow down labor for a little bit and i was prepared for that. i really wanted to know where my body was at though because honestly i wasn't sure i would recognize the transition, or that it would come on so suddenly that we wouldn't all be able to get there in time.<br />
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We walked in and Neva said, "You still have a smile on your face." I worked through a contraction in the midwifes station as Thomas went and got the rebozo to help. We went then transitioned into birthing room number 3, so that she could check me. i was only at a 4, but was 100% effaced (cervix thinned out).<br />
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At this point she said we had 2 options. She was going to stay and go sleep in her office. She already had everything set up for us, so we could go home and continue laboring, or we could stay and see what progresses. And if nothing would progress by early morning, we would start trying to get things moving because, I would have to get antibiotics in the morning because my water had already broken.<br />
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We decided to stay and work on progressing things by lunges and walking, but also trying to rest in between contractions, because we weren't quite sure what the night was going to look like. We started off by me getting into the tub. At this point when I got into the warm tub, similar to the shower, the warmth of the water almost completely took the pain away for me. I got in and out of the tub twice over the next 3 hours. During that time, I did side lunges through contractions trying to bring him down more. I also tried to rest on the bed in between contractions, but i found that every time I rested, the contractions would be stronger and come on quicker. Meanwhile Thomas would rest in the chair and jump up withe the rebozo every time I would have a contraction. He really was a champ through the whole thing. We also walked the halls/stairs outside the office and that definitely sped things up. A few different times i had to go to the bathroom, and contractions on the toilet were not pleasant. All I could do was grip my hips to try and help. And 1 of the times, as I was on the toilet, it hit me at the same time that I had to throw up. the was a game time decision... throwing up in the toilet won. I had officially cleared out my system. I was ready for active labor. And because of this, Thomas never had to go fishing in the birthing tub, which was jokingly his biggest fear. Not long after that, I got into the tub for the final time where I remained until this sweet boy was born.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Sunday, Oct 23rd</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">1:30 am</span><br />
There I was in the tub, with Thomas using the shower wand to massage my back during contractions. One particular contraction hit me and I knew that it had changed. There was then the next contraction, which I couldn't get to stop, so it ended up being about 3 together for about 5 minutes. Once I got through it, I told Thomas that it was time to go get Neva. He went to her office and woke her up telling her I need her.<br />
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She came in all cozy without any real hurry. I had figured out at this point that being on my hands and knees was the easiest way to take the pain with Thomas using the water to massage me. She told me she needed to check me and that I would have to sit in my rear with my back against the tub. But by the time all that was communicated, another contraction was coming. She let me get through it and the I quickly rotated back over and she checked me. I was dilated to 8 cm. It was go time.<br />
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She woke up really quick and her demeanor changed into work mode. She said she was immediately going to call the birth assistant and she started setting up everything she would need since we were clearly doing this birth thing that night. Thomas texted the family, "Sitrep, we are at The Birthing Inn. Game faces people!" And then he texted Chelle our photographer to join us.<br />
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At some point, I had started to make deep throated noises to help work through the pain and help with my breathing. I remember thinking, "apparently this is what my body is doing. This is how I am going to do birth. Ok." I was on all fours with my feet out froggy style and every time a contraction hit, I would back myself to the back of the tub to brace myself so I could bare down. In between I would move slightly forward and relax a little. At some point someone put a towel on the front of the tub for me to rest my head on. I only used it every so often though, because it was often too much work to get all the way to the front of the tub. And sometimes getting up there would set off another contraction, so I definitely moved gingerly.<br />
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Both Chelsea (Neva's assistant) and Chelle had joined us at some point. I remember them both coming into the room. Neva introduced her in between a contraction and I remember saying, "hi Chelsea." And then when Chelle came in, I remember hearing the clicking of her camera and wondering what crazy faces of mine she was going to get. She had walked over and sat on the chair in the corner, and in between another contraction I remember looking over at her and saying, "Hi Chelle." Thomas laughs about it now because he says it was just such a contrast of me in a contraction and then me just nonchalantly saying hi as new people joined us.<br />
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As I labored, Thomas and Chelsea would give me sips of water by just putting the straw up to my lips . Most of the time I would take it, but every once in a while it made me feel like I needed to throw up. they also both would use a wash cloth to wipe the sweat off my brow. And Chelsea got a bin of ice water and they put a cool cloth on my neck to keep my temperature down.<br />
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During this time, Thomas was behind me with the water massager and Neva was in front of me on a little stool. My eyes were closed most of this time. Both of them were encouraging me. Thomas was reminding me to breathe during contractions. At first his voice held a little too much urgency, which i remember thinking wasn't helpful, but then just like i got into my rhythm, so did he. Neva was also encouraging and saying things like, "That's how its done." "You are doing so good."<br />
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Although I was using all my pain management techniques, as some point it just clicked that when I breath down into my pelvic floor it would help and the stretching pain was good because it was stretching it all out for him to get out. It's funny how it just clicked at some point.<br />
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I remember at some point fairly early on, looking at Neva straight in the eye between a contractions and saying, "This sucks." She nodded and said, "I know it does."<br />
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At some point I said, "I am never doing this again." Neva said it shocked her because I had been so positive the whole 10 months leading up until then. I also remember saying it, but the details are fuzzy.<br />
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Neva would listen to his heart rate in between contractions every 30 min through this time to make sure he was doing ok. He was just fine. She would tell me to, "take a deep breath for baby. In through your nose and out through your mouth." And it would give him more oxygen during that time.<br />
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At one point Neva had me check to see where his head was. I checked and was pretty sure it was his head, but wanted her to check and make sure. Sure enough, I was at 10 cm and his head was right there.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2:50ish am</span><br />
It definitely gets a little less coherent and flow here because I was in labor land. I remember my eyes being open and I was thinking completely coherently and incredibly alert, but not able to say more then a word or two at a time about what I did or did not want. In my head though, I was having whole conversations. My eyes were closed or focused on things like the things floating around in the tub, since at some point Neva had turned on the light in the tub. I really don't know how to describe it. Labor land is weird. Your own little world.<br />
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At this point, 10 cm dilated, his little head had worked all the way through the cervix and down through my pelvis, but he still had to thin out my vaginal wall (both the muscle and the skin).<br />
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During this time, one of the times after Thomas gave me water, it made me want to throw up. So Thomas put the bin in front of me after I got out the word, "throw up". I didn't want throw up in my birthing water! I know I threw up, but apparently nothing came out apparently.<br />
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I have some very vivid memories during these 40 minutes. It was so long and yet quick all at the same time.<br />
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3 times during the next 40 minutes, I would push and breathe very low and guttural, but then at the end of the push, my pitch would go high and I would whimper and I would say, "I quit."<br />
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I remember thinking about climbing Kilimanjaro and thinking, I could have just sat down on my way up the summit and turned around and climbed back down. I couldn't do that during birth. I was literally stuck. I couldn't quit.<br />
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At some point during this time, I remember thinking about my friend Kaitlynn's birth story where she said that at one point she just knew she needed to bring 1 knee up to help push. I remember thinking, "will I know when it is time? Is this it?" I don't remember how long after it was, but I did transition to having 1 knee on the ground with that leg half under me supporting me with my other knee up in the air. I heard Neva talk to Thomas about trying to catch Adler because when some women are in that position, they just stand fully up. After a contraction I promised her that I wouldn't stand up.<br />
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Thomas, sweet man that he is, just wanted to make me smile. He caught me between a contraction and said, "Mica, at least your hair still looks good." It definitely made me smile, but according to Thomas it was a smile that also said, "you are a dork."<br />
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His little head was basically half way out for most of these 40 minutes. It would definitely hurt way more during contractions, but basically the stretching on fire sensations was almost non stop. Every once in a while his little head would reverse prairie dog (if that is a thing) and go back inside. When that would happen, I would say, "no little guy, don't go back in." As much as I wanted a little relief, I also just wanted him out. At this point, she started monitoring his heart rate after every contraction because his head was half way out.<br />
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Around this time, I told Thomas that the water no longer felt good on my back. So he turned it off, but then I said it was too quiet, so they just had it running in the background. I remember thinking about how much water I wasted that day. Thomas and Neva switched places, so Thomas was now in front of me and Neva was now behind me. Neva had her hands in the water and was supporting my perineum during contractions the entire time during the 40 minutes. I continued to focus on breathing the pain and Adler down and out. Thomas kept telling me to breath deep not high and then said good when I did it right. He was an amazing coach.<br />
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The final 3-4 contractions, my hips were killing me, so with Neva still supporting my perineum, Thomas was also behind me squeezing my hips together to help with the pain. Those last contractions I remember every time I would get ready to push again, Neva would take her hands off of my perineum to do something else. So with the last contraction, I remember saying, "ok, this is it." I was going to give it my all. She put her hands back down to support and with 3-4 pushes, his little head popped out. My hands were also already down there feeling his head along with Neva's. The relief was so immediate I cannot even begin to describe. But during that time, Neva told Thomas to go to the front of the tub. Apparently it was about 30 seconds between his head coming out and the rest of his body coming out. I just remember all of our hands down there catching him as his whole little body slipped out.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">3:37 am</span><br />
Welcome to the world Adler.<br />
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With all of us catching him, Neva scooped him up in the water and placed him immediately on my chest. He was quite blue, but he was coughing and trying to get air in. As I held him on my chest, she was flicking his foot, rubbing his chest, and using the bulb to help get the stuff out of his nose and mouth. She also put a warm wet wash cloth on top of him since he was half in and half out of the water and she wanted to keep him warm. Slowly his color came back and he cried for a few minutes to clear everything out. (Knowing him now, he really just didn't like to be naked and cold). I told Thomas to go get his knife and clean it off for when he needed it.<br />
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I also remember looking down after all of this while he was still crying and seeing that he was indeed a boy and looking up at Thomas and saying, "He is a boy." :)<br />
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Once he had stopped crying, was all warm, and the blood had stopped pulsing between the placenta and Adler, Neva clamped his little umbilical cord close to his little belly. She also clamped the cord close to the placenta. Once everything was in order, Thomas came over with his knife that he had on both tours in Iraq. He was so excited to have his fun and cut the cord with his knife. Neva held the cord, I held Adler and his little boy parts and Thomas cut away!<br />
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Now that Adler was separated from the placenta which was still attached to me, Chelsea put a warm towel around him and gave him to Thomas who was sitting in the chair in the corner, for skin to skin time. Meanwhile, Neva was working with me for me to deliver the placenta. She had already looked down at one point and saw some blood enter the water, which was her indication that the placenta had detached from my uterus. She pulled on the cord a little bit and more came out. She said, wow that is a long cord. She very gently pulled and then said, "give me a good push." I pushed once and the placenta came out. I pushed a little bit twice more for the rest of the bag of waters. Once that was out of the water and into a pan, I gently transitioned to the side of the tub. Chelsea and Neva both helped me stand up. They put a puppy piddle pad between my legs to catch anything that dripped and helped me out of the tub. I shuffled the little rug over to the bed so that I didn't make a mess. I laid down and there I stayed for most of the remaining time at The Birthing Inn.<br />
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While Thomas was still doing skin to skin, Neva did the uterus massage on me. With the placenta out, she had to massage my uterus to help it start shrinking back down to the size of a mason jar. To me it felt like mild cramps. It didn't feel good, but there definitely wasn't crazy pain either. With each massage, blood and some clots would come out. She mentioned pitocin at one point if the bleeding got bad, but in the end I was fine and didn't need the pitocin to stop the bleeding, it stopped all on its own.<br />
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Once she was done massaging my uterus, it was time for my skin to skin with Adler and time to get him to latch. Chelsea took him from Thomas and carried him over to me. She had propped me up a little bit and then laid him on my chest and Neva put him in the best position to get him to latch naturally. He ended up nursing for almost 45 minutes.<br />
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During him nursing, Neva uses that time to stitch people up because they are distracted by their new little ones. I had a 2nd degree tear with both the muscle and the skin. Thomas didn't want to see it being sewn up, but I had asked her to explain to me and show me what had torn. Thomas did watch that explanation.<br />
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Chelsea had also taken the placenta and she walked us through each part of it. The tree of life on it was absolutely beautiful! We also got to see the lakes and the placenta circumvallate that was found during my 20 week ultrasound.<br />
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Neva and Chelsea went away to do some paper work and clean up out of the room. Chelle took a few pictures of us as a family of 3.<br />
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Thomas fed me some past left overs from the night before because I need to eat to be able to leave. I then just rested with Adler while Thomas started getting all of our stuff together to take home.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The first picture I took of him.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Neva measuring him.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">5:30 am</span><br />
Neva and Chelsea came back in to do Adler's measurements. He had already done his first meconium poop on the blankets while I was holding and nursing him. So his may have weighed an ounce or two more. He was born at 3:37 am on Sunday October 23rd. He weighed 7 lbs 10 oz, was 21" long, had a head circumference of 13 3/4" with a chest of 13 1/4" and a temperature of 98.5 degrees. Neva showed Thomas how to put a diaper on him and then he held him while they worked on me.<br />
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I had to pass the pee and not faint test. So I slowly sat up, swung my legs around the side of the bed, and then had to walk to the toilet to go pee all by myself without fainting, in order to be able to get discharged. Apparently I went completely pale, but I didn't feel like I was going to pass out (which I have done a few times in my life, so I know the feeling.) They had continued to monitor my blood pressure through out the whole labor and birth process and after birth, my blood pressure was definitely very low. I made it to the toilet though and they showed me how to rinse with the portable bidet as Thomas calls it. Chelsea helped me into the delightful depends and I made it back to the bed.<br />
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Neva came in one more time and gave us discharge instructions. We made an appointment to see her the next day for Adler's 24 hour state tests. She said that is was such a special birth and so honored to be a part of it. She told Alder, "You were adopted into an amazing family." She also said that she was glad a student didn't watch the birth, because she wouldn't want them to think they were all this simple and easy!" I am not sure I want to know what that means.<br />
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She said that we were welcome to stay as they cleaned up and did paper work, or we were technically discharged at 7 am, so we were also welcome to go home. So Thomas got the rest of our stuff ready to go, we got both Adler and I dressed, and we slowly, very slowly, said our good byes and walked out. Of course it was raining and putting Adler in his carseat in the rain was a great "welcome to WA" from the world.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thomas changing Adler's first diaper.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Adler dressed and ready to go home! Thank you Auntie Marissa for the outfit and Tanie Em for the shoes!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He made it on the board!</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">7:30 am</span><br />
We were home, unpacked, and Adler and I were in bed 9 hours after we had left our house for The Birthing Inn.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First car ride.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Freedom!!! Oh wait.... And responsibility. Dang.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First family of 3 self. We made it home!</td></tr>
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That my friends. Is every excruciating detail. And if you are still reading, you are amazing. Because wow, that is a lot of words.Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-29648198506037811702016-10-26T19:55:00.000-07:002016-10-26T19:55:53.348-07:0042 Weeks... Let the Adventure Begin!<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Week 42 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along?</b> He came at 41 and 6 days.</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A 7 pound 10 ounce 2 week over due little one.</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> The ability to breath air, eat, poop, and cry.</div>
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<b>Gender: </b>1<b> </b>baby boy! I checked.</div>
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<b>How many:</b> 1! Thank goodness!<br />
<b>Showing a bump:</b> The remnants of one.</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> Really anything stretchy.</div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Not that I could find.</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Different then during pregnancy, but still not as bad as I had anticipated though. About every 2-3 hours to feed and I can sleep in between.</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> His little arms and legs like to go non stop. Thomas also said his bowel likes to move too.</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> The relief of him coming out and every moment after that with him.</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> The beloved birth story. The full version will be it's own post, but the abbreviated version is below.<br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Lidocaine, a few stitches, and the rogam shot for me and a heel prick for him.<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>In awe that he came out of me, that he is ours, and that this is all real.</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In. More so then when I first got pregnant.</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> Nope</div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> No.</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects: </b>A squishy heart. Mom hormones. </div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Everyday spending time time just watching him sleep and also become more aware of the world around him.<br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> That when you have a slow break in your water, you will go through a box of pads just to make sure you don't wet everything you sit on!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Day 1</span></div>
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We made it home!</div>
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And even got a nap in!</div>
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Business in the front and party in the back! </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Day 2</span></div>
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Life is so rough!</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Day 3</span></div>
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Thomas is rocking the dad business!</div>
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He has times of extreme alertness and lots of times of sleepiness.</div>
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Again, he has the dad business down!</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Day 4</span></div>
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Just enjoying every day together!</div>
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<b>What do I already know about him?</b><br />
A friend asked me that and I loved it. At 24 hours, this is what I have learned. <br />
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He is a pretty good sleeper and nurser. He definitely startles easily. When he is wide awake and happy he will just stare at us, taking it all in. He loves being swaddled and is not happy when his diaper/clothes are being changed. So basically he doesn't like being cold. He nurses best skin to skin. Even though he loves being swaddled, his little hands always come out and are up by his face.<br />
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<b>His birth story (abbreviated version): </b><br />
<b>If you want to hear the story, but not read the one that will be inundated with details and possibly graphic, read this one.</b><br />
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My water broke Friday night at 6. I was still able to go home and get 10 hours of sleep. I stayed close to home all day Saturday and just labored at home. Mostly I didn't really feel the contractions even though they would go from 10 minutes apart to 2 minutes apart until about 7pm. I could then start to feel them and we planned to meet my midwife at The Birthing Inn in 2 hours to see where I was at. I sent Thomas to bed to hopefully get a little rest. At about 9 we texted again and decided to meet at 10:30. At this point the pain had ramped up and I had hit a wall, so I woke up Thomas to help me cope until we had to leave. When we got there, she checked me and I was only at 4 cm, but my cervix had completely thinned (100% effaced). We could go home and labor more, or stay and see what happened over the next few hours. We decided to stay. She went to sleep in her office and Thomas and I walked, lunged, tried to rest, and ended up in the birthing tub. When I had first arrived, the water tub took the pain of the contractions away. 3 hours later at 1:30 am, now Sunday, when I was in the water and the contractions were still crazy intense and I knew we needed Neva. Thomas went and got her between contractions. After she watched a contraction, she checked me and I was already 8 cm dilated. For the next hour and 20 minutes, I worked through the last 2 cm. The final 40 min was the ring of fire where Adler's little head was half way out almost the entire time. He finally joined us in the tub with and it was the sweetest relief! He went straight to my chest where he was massaged and he started to cry. Thomas was able to cut the cord with the knife that did 2 deployments to Iraq with him! He then got to do skin to skin while i birthed the placenta in the water, then transitioned to the bed for the uterine massage. Adler was given to me to breast feed and to distract me from the fact that I needed to be stitched up from my second degree tear. They weighed (7 lbs 10 oz) and measured (21 in) him, I passed the "walk to the bathroom without passing out" test and then we were discharged to go home at 7 am. We were home 9 hours after we walked in the doors of The Birthing Inn with a little boy in our arms.<br />
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Follow up appointment number 1, he weighed 7 lbs 6 oz and was perfect in every other way.<br />
Follow up appointment number 2, he weighed 7 lbs 8 oz. Almost back up to his birth weight!<br />
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<b>Thomas:</b><br />
You guys, he was the best coach and encourager during labor. He even got a half smile out of me at one point. And he is rocking the dad thing. He is amazing at taking care of us! He is completely smitten! He says "He is just so cute!" no less then a dozen times every day since he was born.<br />
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<b>You All:</b><br />
Seriously, all of your encouragement and love is just beautiful! We are so stinking blessed to have all of your support and love! I loved how much you all were just on the edge of your seats at this little boy took the perfect (although the longest) amount of time possible to join us. We love all of you and can't wait for you to meet him!!Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-3084065924271041952016-10-19T14:39:00.001-07:002016-10-19T14:39:02.636-07:0041 Weeks... Still going strong.<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Week 41 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 41 weeks and 2 days</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A baby who has grown an extra week.</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> He has put on more weight and the contractions are helping him know a rhythm to learn how to breathe. </div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy, Adler James</div>
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<b>How many:</b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep and it is quite fun to see how contorted my stomach gets.</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> Basically yoga pants and maternity shirts since I am no longer working.</div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Not yet.</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Still through the night for the most part except I do wake up for about an hour each night. </div>
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<b>Movement:</b> He is a little wiggle worm.</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> My sweet friend Kristin and her 3 kiddos came over all day Saturday and we just got to hang out. It was lovely.<br />
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Oh and I finally quit work last wed! I have been waiting for that moment and it was absolutely a wonderful day. And it has been such a good time of settling in before the ride of a life time called parenting.</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> I now have had 3 appointments this week.<br />
Monday's appt with Neva (midwife) - I was 2-3 cm dilated internal os and 2 cm dilated external os, 50% effaced, 0 station even during contractions, and even though my cervix is soft, the internal os was still pretty rigid. His little head still needs to do its job of thinning it out. Also she says that my stomach is no longer round, but sloped from my belly, so he has definitely dropped. She also swept my membranes again.<br />
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Wednesday's ultrasound - If you go to 41 weeks you have to get an ultrasound. It was a good appointment where he got a score of 8/8. He was moving, heart looked great, still had plenty of amniotic fluid, and my placenta is still going strong.<br />
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Wednesday's appt with Neva - Now dilated to 3 cm, 75% effaced, he is still at 0 station and every time she would make space for his little head, he would push his head on into that space. There is also a bulge in the bag of waters below his head which is awesome because that is helping to stretch out and thin my cervix also. She did yet another membrane sweep (basically stretching out my cervix like a muscle) and we will see where this takes us today!<br />
<b>Medical Help: </b>Gentle Birth, Clary Sage, Immupro, Lavender.<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>Just fine. Knowing Adler is going to come at the perfect time. God already knows his birth date.</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> None.</div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> Beloved tooth brushing.</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> Braxton hicks/contractions are the main thing. They are happening about every 10 minutes through out the day. Even though I don't feel them really, they are definitely burning calories and taking lots of energy!</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Seeing this sweet boy face to face.<br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> That you can still be completely comfortable at 10 days overdue! I truly did not think it was possible, but here I am.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another day, another view.</td></tr>
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I don't have any more questions. But now we are to the point where you all can just pray that he does indeed come in God's perfect timing and that Thomas and I continue to feel completely at peace as we are right now. So thankful that this last week has been such a good one.Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-51236633988625827302016-10-12T09:23:00.004-07:002016-10-12T09:23:35.580-07:0040 Weeks.... Still Pregnant.<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Week 40 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 40 weeks and 2 days. We made it and are officially over due. Still feeling great though and mentally prepared to go over and I am not quite over it yet.</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A baby. The size of a full grown newborn. :) about 7.5 pounds and 20 inches</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> He has officially developed everything he needs to be on the outside. However his skull is not fused together
yet so that the plates of it can overlap when he is squeezing out during
labor. So he may have a funny shaped head at birth because of that. He also has never seen our faces, but he will recognize Thomas and I's voices!</div>
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<b>Gender:</b> We will officially find out in the next week and a half!</div>
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<b>How many:</b> 1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Definitely. I can't hide it now. And in the last week it rounded out also. </div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> Yes. And because it has turned cold, I now have 2 pairs of jeans that I rotate between. Thankful I wasn't pregnant in the winter too much!</div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Not yet, but I am wondering if once I have him and my skin is relaxed, if some will show up.</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Slept the best I have in months 2 nights ago, but then work up wide awake an hour early today. Maybe I was just excited about my last day of work today!</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> Yes and Yes. he does love to move all over my stomach now.</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> The annual pumpkin patch trip where we did the corn maze for the first time! It actually pushed me to have my first and only contraction.<br />
I also loved my appointment. Even though my uterus is not a crystal ball, here are the numbers.<br />
On Monday at the appointment I was 1 cm dilated at the front of my cervix and 2 cm dilated at the back. I was 25% effaced, but my cervix was really soft. Adler's head is also at a -1 station. Again this could mean that he could join us any time from today to 2 weeks from now. But it is great news because it means that my body is doing something and it knows what to do.<br />
Neva, my midwife, also asked if I wanted her to sweep my membranes. I figured, I was already in there and it wouldn't start anything unless it was already happening. Basically it is just pushing the bag of waters and Adler's head away from the cervix and then stretching the cervix a little. It was a little crampy, but not really a big deal at all. Oh and she was concerned about scar tissue because of how many catheters have been inserted into my cervix because of all the IVF rounds, but there was nothing! Yay for a body that is just doing its thing!<br />
She and I had already talked about lots of things before the exam, but after the exam she said, we are definitely having this baby in the next 2 weeks! Let the adventure begin!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can see where his head was at on Monday at -1 station.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And you can see the 1 and 2 cm's and imagine what 25% effaced means.</td></tr>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> Mainly we have just been hanging out together enjoying our last little bit of just the two of us.<br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Gentle Birth, Clary Sage Essential Oil, Immupro, Lavender Essential Oil.<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>Beautifully content. Enjoying the last little bit of me time.</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> No. Although I did have breakfast burritos twice this week.</div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> Stinking tooth brushing.</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> Braxton Hicks, diastasis recti (my abs are starting to separate on the
lower part of my stomach), linea nigra, pregnancy skin, gagging, not
eating as much each
meal, sleeping only on my left side, bathroom breaks every time I stand
up, pregnancy skin, 3rd trimester tiredness, nesting, lightening, my
uterus in my ribs, and I can still do everything on my own, but getting
up is way easier with assistance now.</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Labor. I really truly am looking forward to labor and seeing what my body is created to do and how far it can be pushed. We will see if that college basketball push through it all mentality will come back or not!<br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> How different your pregnancy can be from everyone else's. Thank you for all your advice and stories, because it has helped pave the way for me not being surprised at anything thus far! Here is to all the surprises in parenting now. :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">40 weeks! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I still love how different my point of view is from all of yours.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We decided to see if this would kick start things. It didn't, but it was delish!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My first corn maze. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And our cute little pumpkin.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is my neighbors house. It just made my heart so happy on my walk home from church on Sunday. Just simple beauty.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our due date day photo.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And his little hand is so close! </td></tr>
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Possibly the final question! <br />
Tell me how you went into labor. Was it your water breaking, when your contractions got a little crazy, or you being induced?<br />
And how many days was it after you had your membranes swept that you had your sweet one?<br />
I want to hear all the different ways our bodies work!Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-13801677104669756012016-10-05T08:20:00.001-07:002016-10-12T09:12:08.833-07:00Week 39<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Week 39 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 39 Weeks and 2 days! Officially full term according to the Dr's and just days away from my due date. We are going to have a baby sometime in the next 21 days max people!</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A small pumpkin, between 19-21 inches and 7-8 pounds. Although my midwife this week guesses he is a 6 pounder at this time.</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> Adler's old fetal skin is
falling off, and that beautiful soft baby skin is growing in underneath. He is full grown, just adding weight on. Skishy knows my voice by now, and his brain
is developing every day, as it will outside the womb. His fingernails
might even be so long they need a cut!</div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy, Adler James</div>
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<b>How many:</b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Definitely grown in the last week!</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> All the maternity clothes. :)</div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Not yet. Praying I dodged that bullet. We shall see.</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Still sleeping well with Immupro and lavender lotion.</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> This little boy loves to move around. Especially when we lay down to go to bed at night. But lately he has been super active while I am at work too. Hopefully he knows his nights and days!</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> We cleaned the house from top to bottom on Saturday! We still have a few more things to finish up, but it feels so good to have that done. And then we finally packed the birthing inn bag last night. So pretty much, he can come any time. I still have things I can do, but for the most part I am good to go.<br />
And we had the best time going out to dinner with 3 other couples on Sat night which was just lovely.</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b>My weekly appointments all went well. Chiro was good, in acupuncture she continued to work on general lowering, but she also added in the points to soften my cervix.<br />
And my appointment with my midwife was awesome. We talked through what the timeline and the choices for natural induction. Just having that knowledge is super helpful to me in knowing what our tools are and what to expect. Since I am not chomping on the bit to get him out yet, I can just continue with acupuncture, but I will add in some Clary Sage Essential Oil on my ankles, and a few rounds of pumping to see if my body responds.<br />
I have already felt the 'lightening" sensation as well as some other things going on down there. Basically, because of the rounds of IVF and the fact that my cervix has already been "breached" if you will, I am ahead of most first time moms in that my cervix essentially knows what to do. We still won't do a cervical check to see if I am dilated or effaced until next week. But the thing I read a few weeks ago is my favorite. This is so true! So I really wont be able to tell any of you at any point how close to labor I really am. We simply don't know! All I can tell you is that things are happening and I will have him sometime in the next 21 days. <br />
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I learned 2 other things in my appointment that I loved. First, your ab muscles which is where you feel braxton hicks and your uterine/cervical muscles where you feel cramps during your period are like 2 different machines. Preterm labor you will feel both of those happening at separate times. Which I have. Real labor is when those 2 machines finally get on the same page and work perfectly together at the same time. Beautiful picture.<br />
Second, I was telling you earlier about the different things you can do to induce labor naturally. Basically there are 2 different parts of your body that you can trigger to start labor. It is either oxytocin or prostaglandins. Oxytocin is released from things like sex or the breast pump where as prostaglandins are released by using castor oil or spicy food. Fascinating stuff!<br />
And did you know that a membrane sweep is separating the bag of waters from the cervix? And if you can tell me why it is called bag of waters instead of bag of water, I will love you forever. I have not been able to find the answer from the from anyone I have asked or even from google. <br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Gentle Birth, Clary Sage Essential Oil, Immupro, Lavender Essential Oil.<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>Content</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In, my midwife did say she was amazed it is still in. And that some people just have more tissue there then others.</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> Not really. </div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> The brushing of the teeth equals gagging.</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> Braxton Hicks, diastasis recti (my abs are starting to separate on the
lower part of my stomach), linea nigra, pregnancy skin, gagging, not eating as much each
meal, sleeping only on my left side, bathroom breaks every time I stand
up, pregnancy skin, 3rd trimester tiredness, nesting, lightening, my uterus in my ribs, and I can still do everything on my own, but getting up is way easier with assistance now.</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On, apparently no swelling for me this round.</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Either having him, or doing our tentative pumpkin patch plans this weekend. <br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> The amount of research about what is best for you and your kid. And then the amount of decisions you will be making after you do your research before they are even born. There are just so many decisions with arguments supporting each side. I have gone back and forth, but ultimately I have to make the decision at the time and then stick to it. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">39 weeks and 2 days! 5 more days until my due date!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thomas made this beautiful co-sleeper for us. Even though Adler's bedroom is so close to being finished, at least he has a place to sleep when he comes home even if it is not fully finished. He will be with us for a while anyway, but I love that this was built for him by his dad!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And with all the craziness we have been trying to cram in, Thomas' cold finally caught up to him. A little rest did him good! Good thing he is feeling better now!</td></tr>
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39: What do you wish you had known before hand in labor/birth? If you had know this, would you do it over again? What would you do the same/different? Clearly, just the aspects you actually can control, since I know there is so much we simply can't control.<br />
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Now that Adler is full term and and able to be delivered by my midwife, any bets on when Adler will grace us with his presence? Here is the calendar we have going at work. I will add you too it!<br />
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Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-91814039238127817302016-09-29T08:29:00.001-07:002016-10-12T09:12:20.104-07:0038 Weeks<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Week 38 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 38 Weeks and 3 days</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A spaghetti squash at almost 7 pounds and about 19.5 inches long.</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> His eye color is developing. He has his final eye color, but the amount of melanin to make it the darkest it will be is not fully there yet. He could have up to an inch of hair, he keeps producing surfactant, the substance that causes the
air sacs in lungs to inflate once he is breathing in oxygen, and all his organs are functioning perfectly well on their own now. This little boy is ready and waiting!</div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy, Adler James</div>
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<b>How many: </b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Definitely and it changes shape when he moves like crazy!</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> The same stinking ones. I am so thankful for the incredible wardrobe I will allowed to borrow, but man am I ready to have my own clothes fit again with so many more choices! I just want to be in a comfy pair of jeans again. </div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Nope.</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> As long as I take my Immupro (melatonin) and rub my legs down with lavender lotion, I sleep amazing still. Well, I get up a few times to go to the bathroom, but still great for pregnancy sleep!</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> This little buddy has moved more and more in the last 2 weeks. Whether it is because he is actually moving more, or because he is just bigger so I can feel every one of his movements in all 4 quadrants of my stomach, I am not sure. Regardless he is movin' movin' movin'!</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> The 2 best Thomas memories last week.<br />
Monday as we were driving
home from a possible last dinner date, and he said "We are having a
kid." With a look of complete awe on his face. I think it finally hit
him.<br />
And then Friday he looked at me with a face that was
completely mystified and said, "What are we going to do when he is
here?" Feed him, hold him, change him, and try to sleep. World changing.<br />
These were definitely moments when the adventure we are about to embark in hit him.</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> We also had a wonderful last over night get away as 2 to Lynden, WA about 3 hours away and it was wonderful.<br />
Also had my weekly appointment. We had nothing really to talk about since we had covered everything in all my previous appointments. So we measured my belly, took my vitals, and listened to his little heart beat. All is well in this little world of ours. <br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Gentle Birth, Clarederm spray, Immupro (to sleep), and lavender lotion for my crazy legs!<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>In awe of this whole process and that I actually have a full grown baby inside of me right now. </div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> Definitely melon, but I have also been eating lots of triscuits. Mainly because they are a quick easy snack and Costco carried organic ones now! </div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> The beloved teeth brushing action.</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> Braxton Hicks, diastasis recti (my abs are starting to separate on the
lower part of my stomach), linea nigra, gagging, not eating as much each
meal, sleeping only on my left side, bathroom breaks every time I stand
up, pregnancy skin, 3rd trimester tiredness, nesting, the lightening feeling just started, my uterus up in my ribs all the time, 2 ribs are pretty much permanently out of place now, and I feel very very pregnant now! :) I think it finally hit me.</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Cleaning my house this weekend and then I will be ready for him to come! I know I don't have to have it clean in order for him to come, but it will definitely make me feel better about the week post partum where I am not moving as much and trying to heal. Sitting in a cluttered house while learning this whole new baby no sleeping thing might make me crazy. Lets chalk it up to nesting. :)<br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> I know you are growing a baby the whole time you are pregnant. I get that. But there is something different at the end, when your baby is completely healthy and full grown and you are just waiting for them to come. No one can describe the feeling of knowing that you have this perfectly healthy little one inside of you that you are feeding, breathing for, and giving life to. There is a sweetness that I have just been cherishing because I know before long it will be the constant work of caring for them on the outside. I am so looking forward to that, but it is just so very different caring for them on the inside at the end vs the outside. It really is so very beautiful. <br />
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And tell me if you did or did not track your kiddos feedings and poops. Did you guys use a specific app tracker for feedings and poops? I know it may only last a few weeks, but want to know the best ones out there in case I need to use it!<br />
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Any day now peeps! He could come any time between now and the next 26 days max!!! Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-10847562955547286462016-09-22T09:47:00.001-07:002016-09-22T09:52:06.924-07:0037 Weeks<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Week 37 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 37 weeks 4 days</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A honeydew melon, or an actual baby at about 6 pounds and 19 inches.</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> Adler's lungs and digestive system are working with the amniotic fluid, prepping for the real world of air and milk. His reflexes are really strong including pushing back when you push on him on my stomach and kicking up when my ribs start poking him if I don't sit up straight! He can now grasp your finger too!<br />
In fact, when Skishy
first comes into the world, he is already going to have a full set of
the reflexes that would help him survive even if you didn’t have a
hospital’s worth of medical advice, your whole support system, and an
internet full of facts, rumors and weird opinions to help you out on
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy, Adler James</div>
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<b>How many:</b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep. People actually notice I am pregnant now.</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> All of them. </div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> None of them.</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> I am still sleeping through the night, but this last week I have been waking up about a half dozen times to go to the bathroom/get comfortable. But at least I am still sleeping! </div>
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<b>Movement:</b> Non stop during the day especially in the morning now which is new! Still at night when I slow down as well though. And you can push him and make him move too. :) Freaks Thomas out!</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> With finishing up the basement last week, this last weekend we moved everything from the guest room into the basement, creating Adler's room and a guestroom in the basement. I know, I know. Pictures coming in a separate blog post. We are still busy putting together a few last details like curtains and sign projects. Pictures will be coming soon. Oh and we purchased a few of the last minute things we wanted, so we will be ready to go when they come! Yay!<br />
And our church moved into our new church building the week before, but we were able to go this week! It looks amazing!</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> Weekly appointment went well. We marked off the desired weight goal and everyone is perfectly healthy. He is back up and moving around, but still head down. Now doing the weekly midwife appointment, weekly acupuncture appointment, and the every 10 days chiropractor appointment. This body is going to be ready for labor and birth if I have anything to say about it!<br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> My main thing is the Gentle Birth tincture I am taking 3 times a day.<br />
Daily Vitamins - Prenatal, fish oil, Vitamin D, Probiotic, Calcium/Magnesium, and electrolyte supplement<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>Fantastic</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> Had some more watermelon and love it.</div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> Tooth brushing</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> Braxton Hicks, diastasis recti (my abs are starting to separate on the
lower part of my stomach), linea nigra, gagging, not eating as much each
meal, sleeping only on my left side, bathroom breaks every time I stand
up, pregnancy skin, 3rd trimester tiredness and complete joy.</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> 1 last get away! We are headed up to my friend's daughter's first birthday party up in Bellingham 3 hours away for an over night and I can't wait! It will be a good little last couple get away even if it is definitely not what I meant when I said babymoon months and months ago. Good thing we are already learning to be flexible right? ;)<br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> The answer to the question, "are you getting excited to meet him?" Maybe it is just me, but I know that this little guy is going to rock our world! So we are fully enjoying this last little bit of it being "just the two of us". And yes we are enjoying our sleep. That is another question/statement we get all the time. So honestly I don't know how to answer that question because I haven't thought about it because I don't know what to expect! And lets be real. I have to get through labor and delivery first. That is a little more on the front of my mind then actually having this kid in person. I can figure out all of that part day by day, where as the labor/delivery part is a bit more of an unknown to me! <br />
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2 different views of this tree at the corner of our street coming down. Thomas is thrilled he doesn't have to rake the leaves this year. It is totally going to change our street though! Sadly it did have to come down because of the damage it was doing and how dangerous it was getting. And our grass actually looks green! Yay!</div>
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My time is running out!<br />
So three questions this week.<br />
1) Do you change your kiddos diaper before you feed, after you feed, or at a different time?<br />
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2) And what is the best nursing bra?<br />
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3) What are your thoughts on reusable nursing pads? Good/bad/favorite brand?Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-64448439154797100072016-09-14T12:59:00.000-07:002016-09-14T12:59:03.294-07:0036 Weeks<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Week 36 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along? </b>36 weeks and 2 days. Full term! Yet I want him to stay in there at least until Monday (37 weeks) so I can have him at The Birthing Inn, but he is healthy to come at any time now.</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A papaya at about 19 inches and 6 pounds. I am curious how big he really is compared to these guesstimates. </div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> Adler is developing his digestive system and putting on the squishy baby fat. Just making his sweet body ready for the real world.</div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy, Adler James</div>
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<b>How many:</b> 1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep. It is here to stay.</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b>All of it. Except that 1 pair of jeans. </div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Nope.</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Still sleeping well at night, but we have been busy and gone to bed late a few nights. And that is exhausting. And no, don't tell me that is what I have to look forward too. That is 100% not helpful!</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> He is a mover and a shaker. Happily hanging out on my right lower side.</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> Giggling together as Thomas and I took maternity photos with a sweet friend. I will share when she posts them on her blog.<br />
Also my appointment with my midwife. The start of my weekly appointments! I can't believe it is already that time. Everything looks perfectly on track. My stomach is measuring 34 cm at 36 weeks which is a little small, but it is because Adler's head has already made it down into my pelvis and is no longer ballotable. A fancy word for Neva (my midwife) not being able to move it because it is so far down. His little head on Monday was occiput anterior or a fancy word for, his face is facing my spine. He is getting ready to come on out! My blood pressure and everything is looking perfect as well. </div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> We have finished the deck and the railing completely! I will post an entire post just on that, because I can, but let me tell you the visible relief radiating from Thomas with having that major project finally complete.<br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Daily Vitamins - Prenatal, Vitamin D, Probiotic, Calcium/Magnesium, electrolyte supplement and now Gentle Birth tincture.<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>Great. Love these last moments just Thomas and I working together to get everything ready. It really has been a beautiful time together and I am so thankful for the relationship that we have. our adventure in life so far could have so easily destroyed our relationship and instead it was made even more beautiful.</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In. My belly button is so high on my stomach, I am not sure it will ever pop out.</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> A wee bit of watermelon on the few hot days this week.</div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> Sugar early in the day.</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> Braxton Hicks, diastasis recti (my abs are starting to separate on the lower part of my stomach), linea nigra, gagging, not eating as much each meal, sleeping only on my left side, bathroom breaks every time I stand up.</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Moving stuff into the finished room in the basement and starting to decorate Adler's room!<br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b><br />
How much your husband will be disappointed that...<br />
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<li>You did not have weird cravings.</li>
<li>You never waddled (ok, I still have 4-6 weeks left!)</li>
<li>You don't make enough pregnancy noises (you all will have to ask him what he means by that).</li>
<li>You have not had cankles (water retention) even when flying.</li>
<li>Lack of Lamaze classes (yes we did a birthing class, but he was bummed it wasn't Lamaze, hehe). </li>
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Men. Funny little guys. He still lights up when he sees my little stomach though. I love seeing his grin when it catches him off guard.<br />
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Adler is already helping Dad with projects around the house! Finishing up the deck!</div>
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Question - Things to pack for the birthing center? Being that it is not a hospital it will be a little different, but I will still need the basics. I have read a million lists, but what did you find necessary no matter where you were?Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-79550007461806439332016-09-08T12:59:00.002-07:002016-09-08T12:59:18.352-07:0035 Weeks<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Week 35 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 35 weeks and 3 days. 8 months along today! 1 month left!!</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A honeydew melon or a bunch of carrots, between 18-19 inches and 5-6 pounds. </div>
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<b>What did the baby develop: </b>Most of Adler's organ and skeleton development is complete. He is still growing stronger and his lungs are still developing a little more. He is still piling on the baby fat and man I can definitely feel him most constantly! I think he is now starting to run out of room in my long torso! He is still head down, but his back is on my right side and optimal birth position is on my left. So hopefully over the next month he will move on over there. But yay! Head down! </div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy, Adler James</div>
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<b>How many:</b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep. It is here to stay.</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> Completely</div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Nope. Being faithful about my oils.</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Still pretty good. I stopped having to fall sleep on the couch. Still 95% on my left side.</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> Non stop during the day. Crazy active from 6-7 pm, and I can now poke his little rear and get him to move around. And you can watch my stomach and see him move it! </div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> Having friends in town and getting quality girl time!</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> Got lots of canning done, loved having lots of girls nights, and got tons done in the basement! Potentially will start moving stuff in this weekend! <br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Daily Vitamins - Prenatal, Vitamin D, Probiotic, Calcium/Magnesium, and electrolyte supplement. I also started a tincture called Gentle Birth formula to prep my system for birth.<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>Awesome with a side of the urge to nest.</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> None.</div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> Brushing my teeth and eating sweets.</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> The most consistent ones have been tender gums, linea nigrea, gag reflex, smells, but I think I have to add the symptom of relaxin in my hands because I keep dropping food on my plate.</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Getting some major organizing done this weekend with the basement getting finished after work the next 2 days!<br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> The no matter how much I read or prep, I still feel like I have no idea what to expect for labor. Just going to do this thing athlete style. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lots of canning in session! Pickles, relish, and pizza sauce for the year. Working on all the apple items too. Because we all know I don't have a million other things to prep before this baby comes, right?</td></tr>
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Ok, so nursing advice? What was that one piece of advice that helped you the
most? The one piece that you had never thought of before? I love all the tidbits you all have graciously offered!Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-64242106071356076012016-08-31T07:45:00.001-07:002016-08-31T07:45:07.431-07:0034 Weeks<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Week 34 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along? </b>34 Weeks 2 days. Oh my word you guys. We made it. If I were to go into labor now, I would not have to have a steroid shot to strengthen Adler's lungs. WE MADE IT! Next major milestone.... 36 weeks. And then he is welcome to join us on the outside at any time.</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A savoy cabbage and weighs about 5 lbs and is about 18 inches long.</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> His lungs, brain, and central nervous
system keep rapidly developing, and all, but his lungs have reached their
final stage of development on the inside. He is using my immune system to help build his
own. The vernix (slippery white coating) that will help Skishy
move through the birth canal, is covering his body as he gets closer to
delivery day. He is also peeing up to a pint a day, and
preparing that tarry meconium for his first poop. </div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy, Adler James</div>
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<b>How many:</b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep. It is here to stay.</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> Everything I wear now either was originally maternity, or is now maternity because I have stretched it out.</div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Nope.</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> I have still been sleeping pretty well, but I figured out that I have to start out on the couch because my legs are a little restless and I don't want to wake Thomas. As soon as I wake up the first time though I head back into bed and can finish out the night there. Funny little pregnancy things. :) Oh and I pretty much only sleep on my left side now. </div>
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<b>Movement:</b> When ever I am not up and about a ton. He moves the most through out my work day, when my abdomen gets crunched and my ribs hit him, when I lay down to go to bed at night, and when I drink cold or eat spicy things.</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> My sweet WA baby shower. Let's not talk about how/why I was 20 minutes late. And getting so much done in the basement with my dad's help.We seriously have the best village!</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> The Gyft clinic (where we did all our IVF/FET rounds) closed this week. There are so many emotions that go with that! The Gyft clinic has been by our side through our entire getting pregnant process that it is weird for that chapter to be closed. Seriously so sad! What do we do if we need them again?! <br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Daily Vitamins - Prenatal, fish oil, Vitamin D, Probiotic, Calcium/Magnesium, and electrolyte supplement<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>So blessed by all the love!</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> Nope.</div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b>Teeth brushing still equals gagging.</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> Linea nigrea, going to the bathroom more often, but not constipated any
more, eating smaller meals, braxton hicks, my little gum thing, mid back
aches, needing more naps, smells, nesting. Crazy nesting urges.</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Laura visiting this week and a extra day off on Monday to get things done around the house!<br />
<b>Things they don't fully tell you about pregnancy:</b> I have always heard about the nesting urge, but seriously.... No one can describe it. I just want my house to be organized and in order!! It is a legit urge especially the closer you get to your due date.And indescribable.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And naturally we want this press now! 3 gallons in about 15 minutes. Can't wait to try the cider post pregnancy!</td></tr>
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OK, has anyone used a postpartum girdle? Can you tell me how it worked for you? And which one did you use? I have heard great things about them and want to know your experiences!Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-34347215860643301752016-08-25T12:25:00.004-07:002016-08-25T12:26:45.754-07:0033 Weeks<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Week 33 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 33 weeks and 2 days. </div>
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<b>Baby is the size of: </b>A Cauliflower blossom, an oven mit, at 17-19 in long and 4-6 lbs! Still adding a half a pound a week.</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> He is beginning to keep his eyes open while he is awake, so he can
see all of the lovely sights of the uterus! Skishy’s
bones are still forming, and relatively soft, but they keep hardening,
and his brain is developing further and further every day. He is so close to being ready!</div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy, Adler James</div>
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<b>How many:</b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep. It is here to stay.</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> Pretty much everything.</div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Nope.</div>
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<b>Sleep: </b>Lavender Lotion! Seriously, my best friend. Helps me sleep so well.</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> I am finally feeling him in my ribs this past week! And I think it was last week, but I started to feel him hiccup too! He is moving like crazy.</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b>Spent the weekend getting projects done and then my dad came to visit</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> Still just prepping the house for him to join us. Little by little it is all getting done. Also canned our pizza sauce for the year on the hottest recorded day this year. Because I am crazy like that.<br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Daily Vitamins - Prenatal, fish oil, Vitamin D, Probiotic, Calcium/Magnesium, and electrolyte supplement<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>Great! Life is beautiful.</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings: </b>More. Definitely hungry more often because I can't eat as big of meals.</div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> The darn teeth brushing still makes me gag.</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> A large stomach. And everything from last week.</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Met with my doula last night and my midwife today with Thomas so that all of us are on the same page with what to expect. As far as we can be anyway since clearly. :) And also looking forward to officially finishing the basement. 99% of the way anyway. We are getting there!<br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> I got nothing today.<br />
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Question of the week: Getting Thomas something that records life so that he can be the dad behind the video camera as I am the mom behind the actual camera.. He does not have a smart phone or a digital camera. We want something actually dedicated to filming stuff. What are your thoughts? In this day and age is the Go Pro our best bet??<br />
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And ask him about being the first dad to have a go pro on during birth. He wants it so bad! Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-62819049813507804532016-08-18T13:12:00.002-07:002016-08-18T13:12:12.152-07:0032 Weeks<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Week 32 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 32 Weeks and 3 days 8 weeks left!!</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A Florida Pomelo or a Naked-tailed Armadillo at 18 in and 4 pounds.</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> Adler has a full coating of peach fuzz and his skin is filling out with the ounces he is gaining. He has a full set of fingernails and toenails. He is sucking on his thumb to help with coordination, and is practicing breathing and is swimming too. And he should be staying head down soon.</div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy, Adler James</div>
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<b>How many:</b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep. It is here to stay.</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> If it wasn't already maternity clothes, it has been turned into maternity clothes by now if I am still wearing them.</div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Nope</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> My stomach is now large enough that gravity does its job. When I lay sideways my stomach shifts down and I have found to sleep most comfortably, I need a small pillow supporting it. I had a rough night one night last week, but with a little Young Living Lavender lotion on my back the last 2 nights, I have been sleeping better then ever! Definitely keeping that nightly routine.</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> Pretty often during the day and peaking from 6-7 at night.</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> The second sweet baby shower thrown by my sister in law and mother in law. Loved seeing the other half of our family and friends! Thankful we have no more trips planned and I get to just settle down and nest!</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> I am starting to get the uncomfortable feeling from time to time and I don't know why. Guess it is just a pregnancy thing.<br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Daily Vitamins - Prenatal, fish oil, Vitamin D, Probiotic, Calcium/Magnesium, and electrolyte supplement<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>Happy as a clam.</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> None at the moment. </div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> Still with the teeth brushing.</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> Linea nigrea, going to the bathroom more often, but not constipated any more, eating smaller meals, braxton hicks, my little gum thing, mid back aches, needing more naps.</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Getting a few more things done around the house this weekend!<br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> They tell you about nesting, but they can't really describe it. It is real. As I sit at work all I can think about is wanting to be home cleaning and organizing. So weird. <br />
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Such sweet decorations that I can use for his room too!</div>
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And for the question of the week...<br />
How much clothing do I need for each stage/age up until 1 year? Jammies and out and about clothing?<br />
What are the best places to get deals both new and used?<br />
Best brands for
long and lean vs solid?<br />
Tell me all your shopping secrets for baby
clothes!Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-83646387906380753552016-08-10T13:30:00.003-07:002016-08-10T13:30:31.381-07:0031 Weeks<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Week 31 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 31 weeks and 2 days. Monday it was 7 months along!</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A head of lettuce weighing 3.5 lbs and about 17.5 in long! </div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> His
senses are now intact, he is piling on that baby fat, his
immune system keeps going strong, his brain, nerves, and lungs continue to develop, and he is growing more flexible in his neck and joints.</div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy, Adler James</div>
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<b>How many:</b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep and I can see him moving through my shirts more and I can see Braxton hicks when they are happening!</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> 80%, I still have some skirts I can wear for work.</div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Not yet</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Still 90% good. I think the Braxton hicks episode over the last few days made it a little harder to sleep.</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> He moves quite a bit. Hasn't kept me awake and definitely moves the most between 5 and 7pm.</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> The sweet baby shower that my family threw me in Southern California. It makes me want to cry happy tears even now thinking about all the love for this sweet boy.<br />
And the fact that Adler's aunt bought him his coming home outfit.<br />
And he had hiccups that I felt for the first time ever yesterday! (Aug 9th) </div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> I unintentionally was a little too busy and didn't drink enough water this weekend and the Braxton hicks (pre-contractions) decided to kick it into gear. We are talking normally I have 1 an hour and I was having 1 every 10 minutes and every time I moved. Nothing a laying flat on my back for a day and downing a ton of water couldn't fix! But I can guarantee I won't get dehydrated like that again.<br />
And when I lean forward, I can feel my stomach on my legs now. It still isn't resting there when I sit up straight yet though. <br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Daily Vitamins - Prenatal, fish oil, Vitamin D, Probiotic, Calcium/Magnesium, and electrolyte supplement<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>So very blessed.</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> Watermelon again. It always goes back to not being able to get enough liquids in me!</div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> Not really.</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> Braxton hicks, eyes (I know Kaitlynn, I know), smells, sleeping on my side, eating less at each meal, going to the bathroom often, my little pregnancy gum tumor, major nesting urges (that I don't have time yet to make happen).</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> The baby shower in the Bay area with Thomas' family this weekend. I seriously feel a wee bit spoiled with all this baby love!<br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> The fact that you know you are pregnant and yet you can forget all at the same time. <br />
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Question of the week: Have any of you had your placenta made into a tincture or encapsulated?
If you did, I would love to hear what your results have been when you
used them.<br />
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If you don't know what I am talking about, let me know and I would love to explain! Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-537882100087770192016-08-03T13:31:00.001-07:002016-08-11T07:45:44.130-07:0030 Weeks<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Week 30 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along? </b>30 Weeks 2 Day, 3/4ths of the way done my friends! </div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A cantaloupe weighing 3.5 lbs and 17 inches long!</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> His lanugo (fur) is falling off because he is gaining fat to keep him warm. He will be adding a pound a week from now on! His eyes are still developing. They are in the correct place, but his vision is still poor. He should start moving into birthing position (head down).</div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy, Adler James</div>
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<b>How many: </b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep. It is here to stay, although I still hid it with my sweatshirt last weekend. :)</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> 75%, I still have some pants and skirts I can wear for work.</div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Nope! </div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Mostly great. Last night those restless legs kicked in though! </div>
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<b>Movement:</b> I can now feel him move at the same time on both sides of my stomach. A first since normally I only feel him in the right lower portion of my stomach. Non stop during the day. Not so much at night yet though.</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> Listening to his actual heart beat through the side of my stomach, where as normally we have heard it through the amniotic fluid. Such a beautiful thing! And he is already head down! Yay! Stay that way sweet boy!</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> We finished the basement 90% last week! Pictures to come. And then we went camping. It was so much fun to spend a week with Thomas and I can't wait for the month off that we get together when Adler joins our family!! <br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Daily Vitamins - Prenatal, fish oil, Vitamin D, Probiotic, Calcium/Magnesium, and electrolyte supplement<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>Happy the basement is done! Excited to meet him. Thankful with each week that gets me closer to him being safe!</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In, but my belly button is starting to slightly bulge on one side.</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> Not this week.</div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> Strong perfume/cologne.</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> My eye site has definitely changed a little bit. And my ability to smell crazy things is back. So if I ask you not to put perfume or cologne on when you come visit me, that is why. And I have heard that it stays around after birth. So I might just make it a rule that people are not allowed to wear strong scents when visiting Adler the first few months. Whew it is strong! And I now have just random aches and pains in my entire midsection. I still don't feel that big, but my whole midsection is rearranged and apparently not loving it!</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> My first baby shower in Southern California this weekend. We are so blessed to be able to celebrate this little guy with all of you!<br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> The random aches and pains that come later on. I thought I would always know why something hurt, but I can't quite figure out some of these. Other then the fact that my guts are all squished out of place. :)<br />
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Tell me about your first days home from the hospital. What were the
things that no one told you? The way that you had no idea you would love
this baby? Or how it was hard to connect right away? How your body healed after the birthing part? How you
anticipated breastfeeding would be and was or wasn't?Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-68308625722479839482016-07-26T18:41:00.001-07:002016-07-26T18:55:46.648-07:0029 Weeks<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Week 29 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 29 Weeks 1 Day</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A hawaiian pineapple, a barbie convertible, new england cottontail rabbit at 16 inches tall and 3 pounds!</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> He is packing on the fat and his muscles and lungs are still maturing.</div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy, Adler James</div>
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<b>How many:</b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep. And you can't deny I am pregnant now. I am in the stage where you don't have to question if I am pregnant or not. </div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> 90%, I still have some skirts I can wear for work.</div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Nope! Putting my regiment on to hopefully keep my skin pliable and stretch mark free!</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Until last night, I would have said still good! But it was so hot that I didn't sleep well. Hopefully tonight will be better, but overall I am still doing well.</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> Non stop during the day. Not so much at night to wake me up though. It is so much fun to chat with him and include him in our daily lives already!</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> Starting the work to finish our basement so that I can start on his room! Thomas and I seriously have been giggling all week. It is so much fun to just enjoy this time just the two of us preparing for him!</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> I forgot to tell you about seeing the dentist to get my teeth cleaned last week. My dental hygentist and I are 4 days apart. So it is so fun to catch up with her every 3 months and walk this road with her!<br />
Also, pregnancy does weird things to your gums. Because my blood volume has doubled being in the 3rd trimester, my gums bleed way more. And the dental hygentist found what is the start of a pregnancy tumor on my gums. That sounds horrible, but basically it is inflamed tissue. It is not cancerous and will go away after pregnancy stops. And there is nothing I can keep doing other then brushing and flossing. Not a big deal, but I had never heard of it before pregnancy! Our bodies are weird while pregnant. :)<br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Daily Vitamins - Prenatal, fish oil, Vitamin D, Probiotic, Calcium/Magnesium, and electrolyte supplement<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling:</b> Exited to meet this little boy! </div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> Any type of melon! </div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> Eating too much and then bending to get anything is not so comfortable. </div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> My newest symptoms are both acid reflux, although it feels more like food just backing up my throat and not so much the burning. I have had to eat smaller meals because there just isn't as much room! Although I just read that it could be because of the hormones that my body is producing to get ready for labor and birth. Also the way the birth class teacher described braxton hicks, I realized I have been having them for months! And I am definitely having some difficulty getting off certain low seats. Still have the line nigra, frequent bathroom breaks, but less leg cramps and headaches this week for sure!</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Going to camping with friends this weekend and just relaxing after the week of working on finishing the basement!<br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> That I feel like my normal self so much that I forget I am pregnant at times. But then I can't fit in the same places or rolling to get out of bed isn't quite the same. But overall I am still able to do everything completely normally!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We also decided that since we are on vacation, we are going to go out to dinner every night this week at a new place in Tacoma that we have never been too. I will do a separate post on those places as well!</td></tr>
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So question of the week... Tell me about your moment right after birth. The first look at your babe, the sigh of relief that the labor was done, the birthing the placenta, the simple joy of what you just accomplished.Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-2996900577520308582016-07-21T12:11:00.001-07:002016-07-21T12:11:28.060-07:0028 Weeks<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Week 28 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 28 weeks and 3 day</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A coconut, 16 inches and 2.5 pounds</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> Adler's adrenal glands are now secreting androgen. Skishy’s wrinkles are starting to disappear as he packs on an increasing
amount of fat, which will aid him in regulating his body temperature. Something he needs to survive on the outside. He is also dreaming, coughing, and practicing breathing.</div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy, Adler James</div>
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<b>How many:</b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep. It is here to stay.</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> 75%, I still have some non pregnancy pants and skirts I can wear for work.</div>
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<b>Stretch marks: </b>Nope</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Still doing fine unless my room gets a little too toasty.</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> Non stop during the day. Not so much at night yet though.</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> Finally finding out the results of my gestational diabetes test on Thursday. Definitely not diabetic. The normal range is between 70-130 mg/dL and I was at 105. Oh and I am not anemic either. Hooray!</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> My dad came up to visit this week last minute. Life has been crazy busy, but the stolen moments together have still been good.<br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Daily Vitamins - Prenatal, fish oil, Vitamin D, Probiotic, Calcium/Magnesium, and electrolyte supplement<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>Perfect about Adler, a little stressed with too many things going on. Looking forward to our week vacation.</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> Watermelon 100% of the time. Beloved hydrating watermelon.</div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> Other then the glucose test when I wasn't downing water? Nope.</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> A sore mid back from the extra weight from my bump, linea nigra, constant visits to the restroom, headaches when I don't stay hydrated, calf and foot cramps.</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Our week of vacation next week to finish the basement!<br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> That no matter what, people make funny comments. And, people cannot describe to you how those comments will affect you. I have discovered that I feel the need to defend how small my bump is at this time with a statement about how long my torso is. And can I tell you that it is super awkward when people tell me they were how big I am at 6 months when they were only 3 months? I defend and say, we are all so different. I have been very careful what I say to pregnant people, but I can guarantee that I will only ever tell people they look beautiful or cute from here on out!<br />
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Question of the week: We have been loving our birth classes because we have learned things about Thomas and I am how we are going to be during labor. Creating level expectations is huge for me to having the best in any event including labor. So... along those lines, what are the things that you guys used that helped in labor? Photos to focus on, music that you adored, counting through the contractions, etc. I would love to hear all of your ideas of what helped you the most so that maybe I can steal some! :)<br />
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Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-37567045061107590922016-07-14T10:37:00.001-07:002016-07-14T10:37:08.144-07:0027 Weeks<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Week 27 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 27 weeks, 3 days</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A bunch of bananas, about 15" and weighs over 2 pounds.</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> Mainly all his growth and progression is in his brain because his organ's are all pretty much developed. His brain is starting to control his lungs and regulate his body temperature. He is sleeping and waking in intervals, opening and closing his eyes, and he recognizes our voices! My amniotic volume is also cut in half so we will see his movements more! He also apparently hiccups, but I haven't figured out when exactly that is yet.</div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy, Adler James</div>
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<b>How many:</b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep. It is here to stay.</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> 75%, I still have some pants and skirts I can wear for work.</div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Nope</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Yep. Definitely starting to get tired more again. It is amazing how different each trimester is and how almost immediately to the day, things kick in. I slept almost 12 hours on Sunday night.</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> Non stop during the day. Not so much at night yet though.</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> Finally popping. Literally from last week to this week, I feel like I really popped. Adler wants to make his presence know in the world apparently.</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> I had my monthly appointment on Monday after my Gestational Diabetes test in the morning. All is well in our little world. My stomach is measuring at 27 cm which is right on track with me being at 27 weeks. First time she measured my stomach. Also, his heart beat is strong and my blood pressure and pulse are perfect.<br />
And I got my rhogam shot. Lets talk about that, because most people don't know what that is. If your blood type is negative, then if you do not get the shot and have a baby, your body will produce antibodies if your baby has a positive blood type and it can stop you from ever carrying a baby to term again. You get the shot once before 28 weeks and then if he has a positive blood type that will be tested after he is born from cord blood, then I will get it again.<br />
And I also had the warning signs for preeclampsia conversation with Neva my midwife. Looking for vision disturbances along with a headache and excess bloating. <br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Daily Vitamins - Prenatal, fish oil, Vitamin D, Probiotic, Calcium/Magnesium, and electrolyte supplement<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>Great, although so busy!</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> Watermelon!!! I seriously go to sleep thinking about it and wake up thinking about it. I have been drinking so much water, but even then I still feel dehydrated. So watermelon does the trick for me. I may or may not have eaten a entire half of a watermelon the other day. A full size one, not a personal size one. Good thing it is all liquid and increasing my water intake drastically!</div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> Sugar in the morning. </div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> Smells are so strong again ( I think I am going to have a no perfume in my house rule after he is born), minor back aches if I sit funny, headaches from not being able to get enough water in, linea nigra, calf cramps, and I am a little more tired then normal again. I am also a bit hungrier then normal. </div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Hosting a friend's baby shower this weekend. <br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> That you can be 6 months pregnant and hide your stomach with jeans and a hoodie. No joke, I did that accidentally on Monday. <br />
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And lets talk about the gestational diabetes test.I have heard so many bad things about it, that honestly it freaked me out because I don't do sugar in the morning well. I also don't like processed foods with crap in them and so there is that. My midwife suggested the lemon lime because it does not have any of the food dyes in it. That first sip was a surprise. Not terrible. I can do this. Half way through the drink, I was watching my 5 minutes tick by. Well I downed it in my allotted 5 minutes and the gal told me my time to come back 1 hour later.<br />
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I had forgotten my water, so I literally sat by the drinking fountain and took sips every few minutes. I did get a little headache from it, but the water helped tremendously. I went back at 9:38 to get my blood drawn. I then went to the car and downed my hard boiled egg and nuts to get protein back in my body. Overall, I felt ok the rest of the day. I am so thankful that I had talked about it so much because if I had not been over prepared, I know that the amount of sugar that early in the morning would have wrecked me for the rest of the day! But all is well. <br />
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Tacoma Peeps - Favorite pediatrician. Both with and without a more natural approach? I have a list from my midwife, but I am excited to hear from you all too!<br />
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Everyone - What are the things that you want to make sure are important to your pediatrician? I never need a regular doctor and don't even know where to begin!Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-12228866082730317292016-07-07T12:27:00.001-07:002016-07-07T12:30:07.846-07:0026 Weeks<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Week 26 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 26 weeks 2 days, first week of my 3rd trimester! And last Sunday was 99 days left! And 6 weeks tomorrow!</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A butternut squash, a large zucchini, or a kale leaf, 2 lbs and 14 inches long.</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> He is adding on layers of fat to regulate his own temperature. His eyes are starting to open, blink, and his eye lashes are grown. He is borrowing my antibodies to make his own immune system. All 5 senses are fully developed. Most of Skishy’s bodily systems and functions are now intact, and most
of the rest of his development purely revolves around putting on height
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy, Adler James</div>
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<b>How many:</b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep. It is here to stay.</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> 75%, I still have some pants and skirts I can wear for work. Apparently my bump should grow 1/2" a week from here on out though, so I am not expecting these to last long.</div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Nope</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Still doing pretty well. Averaging 2-3 wake ups a night. If I only wake up once I know I have slept hard!!</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> Non stop during the day and very active in the evenings when I stop moving around. Not so much at night yet though. He definitely pushes straight out the front now so that I can feel my stomach very taught where he is. Just so neat, unless I have to go to the bathroom which is often. Then not as neat. ;)</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b>Visiting my sister Clara and her hubby Drew. Clara was even able to feel Adler move around!</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b>I have realized that when I sit for a long time at work, when I get up to walk to the bathroom, my initial walk is a bit of a waddle. I have to consciously think about walking normal. Kinda makes me laugh. I am not big enough to waddle! Must be my hips shifting.<br />
Also, we walked so much this weekend that I woke up Sunday with my abdomen tightening on the right side where Adler hangs out. So I treated it like contractions. Tons of water and relaxed for a few days. Took a day or 2, but now I am back to normal!<br />
And we started our birthing classes last Thursday.Will fill you in more on those next week.<br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Daily Vitamins - Prenatal, fish oil, Vitamin D, Probiotic, Calcium/Magnesium, and electrolyte supplement<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>Thankful for Thomas and who he is. </div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> Ice cream. Even though it doesn't sit well, the rich creaminess just sounds amazing in the heat! Oh and watermelon. Helps with the dehydration. </div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> Anything other then straight protein in the morning is no bueno.</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> Linea Nigrea, tender gums, skin stuff multiplying, sore back when I don't sit right, calf/foot cramps when I don't get enough water.</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Next Tuesday. Then I will have taken (and passed, because lets just claim it) my gestational diabetes test. It's the most dreaded part of pregnancy for me. Not because I don't think I will pass, but because I don't want to feel like crap the rest of the day after drinking that crazy sugar drink in the morning! I have a plan though! I will tell you how it goes.<br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy: </b>That everyone looks at your face and then down at your stomach. I know that I said that before, but it still floors me. Also, even though I don't feel big, the extra little weight definitely puts a different strain on my back. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Awesome weekend with Clara and her hubby Drew in Portland.</td></tr>
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Next question. I know some of you don't carry a diaper bag, but for those that do.... What are the necessaries for the diaper bag? I am still all about simplicity, but is anything more needed then diapers, wipes, a wet bag, and an extra onesie?Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-67464320917518557722016-06-29T09:49:00.001-07:002016-06-29T09:50:54.846-07:0025 Weeks<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Week 25 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 25 weeks and 2 days, last week of my second trimester!</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A cabbage at 14" tall and almost 2 lbs. </div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> He has hair color now, his nostrils are opening and his air sacs in his lungs are developing, because he is producing surfactant he has an increased likelihood of surviving a preterm birth! His sense of balance helps him with up and down and it helps him rotate down for birth positioning. </div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy, Adler James</div>
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<b>How many:</b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep. It is here to stay.</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> 75%, I still have some pants and skirts I can wear for work.</div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Nope</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Still sleeping well, especially when I am super active during the day!</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> Non stop during the day. Not so much at night yet though.</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> Cleaning out Adler's room.</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> I am officially hungry more! I have the snacks and food I always eat at work with specific times I always eat them. And that has definitely changed! I figure it is all Adler because he has doubled in weight in the last 2 weeks!<br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Daily Vitamins - Prenatal, fish oil, Vitamin D, Probiotic, Calcium/Magnesium, and electrolyte supplement<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>Great</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> Just want protein in the morning</div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> Nope</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> Linea Nigra, minor twinges in my abdomen as my uterus grows and stretches, my skin reacts to things weird, struggling staying hydrated as it grows warmer. Get more headaches and cramps when I am not hydrated.</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Spending the weekend with my sis! <br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> The uncontrollable gas. I have always been a little gassy, but I literally cannot control it eeking out now! A wee bit embarrassing. Bare with me over the next 3 months people! It's all Adler's fault. ;)<br />
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25 Weeks along, can you believe it? 15 more to go! </div>
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Still so incredibly thankful for all these maternity clothes. </div>
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We had a yard sale last weekend. All the stuff in this room we got out of the house!</div>
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Thankfully we can see the floor again in this room.</div>
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This is our guest room soon to be Adler's room. We are taking a week off at the end of July to bust out the rest of the basement. Once we finish it, we can move all of this furniture down there and start on making this room Adler's! One project at a time though. And we still have 3 months to go. </div>
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But here is my weekly question. What are the things you got that you never used? This goes off of last weeks question, but is just as important to know! Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-58716179753599917812016-06-21T08:22:00.001-07:002016-06-21T08:22:23.313-07:0024 Weeks<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Week 24 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along? </b>24 weeks, 1 day (111 days left!)</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> An egg plant, a GI Joe, or a Puffin! 1.5 lbs and 13" long</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> Adler's lungs are producing surfactant the substance that will make them inflate/expand when he has to breathe on his own, and he is starting to develop taste buds! Time to really start on the Indian, Mexican, and all amazing flavored foods for this kid! And of course veggie overload. ;) He gained a quarter of a pound in bones, muscle, and fat and is really filling out his baby shape. His eyebrows, lashes, and hair are coming in, but still lack pigment.His ears and finger nails are complete! He can sense right side up and upside down</div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy, Adler James</div>
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<b>How many: </b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep. It is here to stay.</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> 75%, I still have some pants and skirts I can wear for work.</div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Nope. But with the start of my bump really growing, I have started my anti stretch mark regime. </div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Still doing well. I have switched to about 99% side sleeping with a regular thick pillow between my knees and under my head. The pregnancy pillows just didn't quite work for me at this point.</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> He is moving lots during the day. Non stop in the evening. Not so much at night yet though.</div>
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<b>Best moment this week: </b>Last Friday night when I was laying on my side watching a movie with Thomas and it seriously felt like Adler was trying to bust out my right hip. He was so incredibly active and it felt like he was punching to get out. I think it was the spicy enchiladas. It's those taste buds kicking in. I was able to get a video of it which was really fun!</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> I had my monthly appointment yesterday. All is well in our little world. Adler's heart beat is strong. My blood pressure is normal. But I did find out that although you don't eat for 2, you do drink enough water for 2. So I really need to step up my water consumption game with the summer heat and how much we do outside now. And I now know all the warning signs of preterm labor. <br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Daily Vitamins - Prenatal, fish oil, Vitamin D, Probiotic, Calcium/Magnesium, and electrolyte supplement<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>Just dandy. Life is beautiful people.</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> I have wanted a donut for some time. The problem is that if I eat it in the morning I feel yucky the rest of the day. And there is only 1 donut shop that the donuts don't make me feel terrible. So I have to be smart about it. Maybe this weekend I can have Thomas run and get me one.</div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> Sugar or lack of protein in the morning.</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects: </b>Linea Nigrea, sensitive skin stuff, gag reflex when brushing teeth, gums bleeding easily, randomly hiccup/burping.</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> The yard sale that was postponed from last weekend because of the weather. But we were able to finish our laundry shoot which is super exciting! And we are still on for the yard sale on Saturday so that we can clean out Adler's room and start dreaming. <br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> What exactly will annoy you. For me it is the word belly. I don't like it. I would prefer people to ask or talk about my bump. Don't even ask me why. It's just a thing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">24 Weeks! And in my borrowed gift of maternity clothes.</td></tr>
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OK, I know I asked about it on FB the other day and had a few of you look over my existing registry, but what was that top item once baby comes that you could not live without? The one that you want to give to every new mom because it turned your world around? It could be for the baby or for mom. Or maybe a suggestion for one of each? Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-67911816376144791342016-06-16T13:09:00.001-07:002016-06-16T13:09:08.635-07:0023 Weeks<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Week 23 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 23 weeks 3 days</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A bunch of grapes or a barbie doll, although lets call him a ken doll since we know he is a boy. A bit over a foot tall and 1.25 lbs</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> Adler is gaining baby fat to keep warm and his lungs are still developing. He is also still transparent and a bit red because of his developing veins and arteries. His face is fully formed though! He can also hear really well now and can kick in response to things outside of the womb! Lanugo, the fur like hair he has now, generally sloughs off deeper into pregnancy as Skishy gains
more of an ability to control his body temperature, with a more highly
functioning nervous system, and increased accumulation of fat beneath
his super-soft skin. Nearly all lanugo will be
shed by three or four months after birth. And a disgusting fun fact: babies eat the lanugo that they shed while
in the womb, and it builds up within them to form the substance that
makes up their first poop, known as meconium. After Skishy sheds and eats his lanugo, he will develop vellus hair
on the same areas that the lanugo coated previously. The vellus hair
will continue to help Skishy regulate temperature as he transitions into
the outside world until his beautiful adult (terminal) hair grows in.</div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy</div>
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<b>How many:</b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep. It is here to stay.</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> Still mostly no, simply because I don't have many yet! Getting creative with my own wardrobe, but starting to feel that everything is frumpy and ill fitting! </div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Nope! Starting my oils regiment pretty strictly now to try and prevent them!</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Still going strong!</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> Non stop during the day. Not so much at night yet though.</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> Meeting with my friend Mary who gave me tons of maternity clothes! Once I get them all washed, I will be a whole new woman with that new wardrobe! She is also going to be our doula, so it was great to just talk about what each of our perceptions of her role was going to be! Thankful we have very similar visions. I think it is going to be a great match!</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> Thomas and I were able to see my stomach move when he started his gymnastics routine in there! Thomas has been able to feel him often which is just about the neatest thing ever!<br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Daily Vitamins - Prenatal, fish oil, Vitamin D, Probiotic, Cal/Mag and electrolytes<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>Awesome! Life is great.</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> Just loving good food.</div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> Nope</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> Working on the water consumption, linea nigra, funny skin things are magnified, and lots of cherries make me (and Thomas) gassy!</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> The yard sale this weekend, so we can get all the stuff out of his room and start rearranging! <br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> That early on, you don't want to even touch your stomach at all, but then once you start showing and don't feel sick, I finally realize why women always have their hands on their stomachs! It is just kinda to say "hi sweet boy!".<br />
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I have had a few of you look over my registry and all of your wisdom is AWESOME! So the newest wisdom is really from my cloth diaper momma's!! Tell me all your tricks of the trade! I know everyone does it different, but I am trying to learn and other then trial by fire in 4 months, I am trying to tuck away any bits of wisdom I can! Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-18354488376383959192016-06-07T08:46:00.001-07:002016-06-07T08:46:27.499-07:0022 Weeks<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Week 22 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 22 weeks and 1 day, exactly 5 months today!!</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> Corn on the cob or a water bottle, he is about a pound and a foot long!</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop: </b>Skishy is sleeping 12-14 hours a
day, he is trying to touch anything he can including his face,
body, or umbilical cord, he is working on his physical abilities and
motor skills by practicing movement, and getting a feel for things. His
inner ear is also developed to the point where he has a sense of
balance. And his pancreas is already busy creating its own hormones, which
helps alleviate my hormonal burden. His eyes are still
developing, but he doesn't have eye
color yet. Adler's organs are pretty much developed and now he just has to pack on the fat! He is developing his taste buds more this week though and his nerve endings are forming so he can actually experience the sense of touch.</div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy</div>
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<b>How many:</b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep. It is here to stay.</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> A little, but mainly my normal clothes still.</div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Nope</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Doing fine other then when it is hot. But that is normal for me.</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> Non stop during the day except when I am really active and it is hot. But that could also be that I am not paying attention to him when I am hot. Not so much at night yet though.</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> Thomas being able to feel him a few times. And the grin on Thomas' face every time I walk around the corner and he sees my bump.</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> It was Thomas' birthday and that day he ran a relay with 5 other people from Mt Rainier to Ruston Way. A total of 52 miles combined. <br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Daily Vitamins - Prenatal, fish oil, Vitamin D, and Probiotic and Magnesium/Calcium<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>Awesome.</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings: </b>Nope. </div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> Nope. Back to normal other then 4 am teeth brushing. Later in the day I seem fine, but not that early in the morning.</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects: </b>Skin stuff. The addition of skin tags, red bumps and the like that I already had are definitely becoming more pronounced. </div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Cleaning out the house so I can have a yard sale the following week and then start thinking about making his room exactly that.... His room!<br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> I always knew that people touch your stomach a lot, I didn't think about people seeing you and then automatically looking at your stomach to see how much it has grown.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">22 weeks complete! And most definitely showing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thomas during his birthday relay. Patiently waiting for his first leg to start.</td></tr>
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It was so fun spending a whole day of Thomas' birthday with friends even in the heat, with all of them running. Maybe it helped that I didn't actually have to run anything. <br />
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Since I already made Thomas uncomfortable talking about the My Brest Friend pillow last week, I thought I would continue on that route this week with the best breast pump. My insurance covers both the Ameda and the Medela. Thoughts on those 2? Or is there a different one that is your favorite?Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-90869969221174423832016-06-02T06:22:00.002-07:002016-06-06T12:52:59.687-07:0021 Weeks<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Week 21 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 21 weeks, 2 days</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> Baby bok choy, brioche, baseball hat, 10.5" long, 12.7 oz</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> He is beginning to swallow amniotic fluid and absorb small amounts of sugar, but most nutrients still come from the placenta. Developing more nerves and his sense of touch. He has wrinkly skin to give room for filling out and getting his baby fat. He needs this fat to feed his brain and to help regulate his temperature on the outside of my womb. And he is still starting to produce meconium, the black tarry substance of his first poo. And Adler looks like a miniature person at this point! </div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Sweet baby boy</div>
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<b>How many:</b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep. It is here to stay.</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> Mostly no. I have just been creative.</div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Nope</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Still going strong.</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> All day! He is kicking and flipping around for sure! The last doppler, he kicked at the monitor 3 times. Also, Thomas felt him move for the first time yesterday June 1st! His hand was on my stomach and he felt him 3 different times! The look of wonder was awesome. </div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b>Telling all of you Adler's gender and name. I loved how you all were so darn excited and supportive of us!</div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> I got a cold for the first time this pregnancy. It always happens when I combine travel, not enough sleep, getting really cold (like a snow storm during a wedding rehearsal, and not being consistent with using my essential oils.) But I am almost over it!<br />
We also went camping for the first time this summer. It was so much fun even pregnant. In fact, it really didn't seem all that different then non pregnant camping.We still rode bikes, ate amazing food, and flew kites!<br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Daily Vitamins - Prenatal, fish oil, Vitamin D, and Probiotic<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>Just grand</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> Nope. Still loving fruit and especially watermelon because of all the extra liquid it gives me.</div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> Not this last week.</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> I gagged a few times, but also had a few headaches from lack of water. Just making sure I am paying way better attention to that. </div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Thomas' birthday this weekend and his crazy relay race.<br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> People's responses to the name you have chose. "That is such a strong name", "I love that name", "That is the perfect combination of unique and yet not weird", "I am just not sure about that name. I will have to get used to it", and finally "Will you call him AJ?"<br />
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Thomas has strictly stated that if we wanted him to be called AJ, we would have named him AJ. So there you go. That is his feeling on that. You should see his face when people ask. It is pretty darn close to pure disgust.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am getting so much bigger for sure! I really need to take a pic not in my jeans so that you see the pure belly. Also, lets not talk about the hair in this pic. New hair dryer cause mine broke. All I can say about that.</td></tr>
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Question of the week: Which did you love most and why? Boppi, my brest friend, or just use a pillow? Keep in mind I have a VERY long torso, so nothing probably will get uncomfortable after a while. <br />
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Mica Kucerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11380868203396124887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178349858383943465.post-86845698631334465282016-05-24T12:49:00.000-07:002016-05-24T12:49:29.559-07:0020 Weeks - It's a.......<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Week 20 Complete</span><b><br /></b></div>
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<b>How far along? </b>20 Weeks and 1 day</div>
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<b>Baby is the size of:</b> A banana, around 10 inches long, and last Monday weighed in at 11 oz!</div>
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<b>What did the baby develop:</b> Under the vernix caseosa (a protective, waxy coating), squishy's skin
is thickening and developing layers. Hair and nail growth continue. Squishy is producing meconium, a black, sticky by-product of digestion. This gooey
substance will accumulate in the bowels, and we'll see it in the first
soiled diaper! </div>
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<b>Gender:</b> Announce below! Also, Thomas and I did not have a preference or a clue. </div>
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<b>How many:</b>1 little squishy</div>
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<b>Showing a bump:</b> Yep. Although in some clothes, way more then other clothes.</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes:</b> I have some, but 90% are still my old clothes.</div>
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<b>Stretch marks:</b> Nope. </div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Still going strong! The rental condo was the most comfortable bed I have ever slept in.</div>
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<b>Movement:</b> YEP! I was sitting at work at 9:16 on Tuesday May 17th. How is that for exact? :) And then I promptly had to go to the bathroom. Kiddo was hanging out on my bladder. I have felt squishy move multiple times a day now that I know it isn't just gas. For those of you who said it feels like gas in the wrong place and also a flutter, you win. That is how it feels for me.</div>
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<b>Best moment this week:</b> Finding out the sex! Everyone's reactions. My sister Stevi's wedding. And seeing all my family! So many good things this week. </div>
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<b>Miss anything:</b> We are officially half way there! <br />
<b>Medical Help:</b> Daily Vitamins - Prenatal, fish oil, Vitamin D, and Probiotic. And this week I need to up my salt, and add in Calcium/Magnesium for leg cramps as well as electrolytes as my blood starts to double in the next weeks.<br />
<b>Emotionally Feeling: </b>Good</div>
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<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In</div>
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<b>Food cravings:</b> Nope. Totally back to normal.</div>
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<b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b> Sweet in the morning.</div>
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<b>Symptoms/Side effects:</b> Linea Negra, I have to sit up straight because my abs and uterus are now vying for the same spot. Leg cramps.</div>
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<b>Wedding ring off or on:</b> On</div>
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<b>Happy or Moody most of the time:</b> Happy</div>
<b>Looking forward to:</b> All of your reactions when you hear the sex! <br />
<b>Things they don't tell you about pregnancy:</b> I got nothing this week.<br />
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We had the follow up appointment from our ultrasound last week. Nothing more then what I share below. I do have to start eating more protein daily. So either some almond butter on my apples or a protein shake daily. She did actually say I could have a bowl of ice cream per night instead, but sadly that will be very uncomfortable for me. So almond butter and a shake it is!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">20 Weeks! Exactly half way there! I really need to wear clothing that actually shows off my bump for these pics.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Anatomy Ultrasound Appointment</b></span><b><br /></b></div>
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What
an awesome appointment! After getting my vitals taken by the nurse, she
had me go to the ultrasound room where Kayla the ultrasound tech did
the full anatomy ultrasound. I asked her if I could ask tons of
questions because I was so curious about everything, and she said she
can tell me where things are, but not if things are wrong. She is not a
Dr, she can not diagnose. :) Like I haven't heard that before!<br />
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After
she started measuring the heart and all that includes, I remembered
that I wanted to tell her that we did want to know the gender! A few
moments later after she finished measuring and capturing the heart, she
found the anatomy and told us. I kept asking her questions through out
the whole scan and wrote down measurements. Finally she finished up and
then Dr Olson who is a Neonatal OB came in to share the results. She did
a quick ultrasound to see a few things for herself and then we chatted.<br />
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This
wee one's anatomy is 100%. Everything looks amazing and the umbilical
cord and amniotic fluid are also perfect. Of course I can't do anything
normal, so I have a placenta that is a wee bit different. It is called a
circumvallate placenta. Basically it means that y placenta plateau's instead of being a gentle sloped mountain.<br />
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This
happens in 1% of pregnancies (remember all the other 1% odds I have
had?) The Neaonatal OB told me that rarely do people leave without a
second appointment from the Maternal Fetal Medicine office, but because
she is so not concerned about it, we do not need a second appointment.
The 2 things it could affect are a higher incidence of placental
abruption and an increased risk of intrauterine growth restriction (the
baby not growing at the normal rate). I talked to my midwife after the
appointment and her comment was, normally they don't know people have a
circumvallate placenta until birth. So any of the above happening is SO
SO rare. And none of us are worrying about it.<br />
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The
second thing she found was little lakes on the
placenta. She said there was no blood flow to them and basically they
were just there. And again no reason to worry. I asked if my
subchorionic hemorrhage earlier in the pregnancy had anything to do with
either of those things. She said no, but she did see debris in the
amniotic fluid that was most likely from that.<br />
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And...
my placenta is in the front (anterior)! Which explains why it has taken me so long
to feel this wee one move. And it is no where near the cervix, which was
a concern at my 12 week appointment, so I have no worry about having
placenta previa, which is when the placenta covers the cervix and you
have to have a cesarean because the placenta is literally blocking the
cervical opening for the baby to come out. And did you know that the
placenta only moves up in pregnancy? <br />
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We chatted a
bit more and then left! I saw my midwife right after that, and she was
so excited that they did not want to monitor me more. She was sure they
were going to micromanage the rest of my pregnancy, and she was just
thrilled that they gave me such a clean bill of health that they were
trusting me to her care. YAY!! Home free! <br />
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The most important measurements that were recorded were:<br />
Heart Rate - 147<br />
Head Circumference - 16.52<br />
Weight - 11 oz<br />
Percentile - 69%, perfect range!!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">It's a boy! Meet Adler James Kucera.</span></div>
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When
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and grinned. Since neither of us were hard core about one or the other, I
think we were just excited to know who this little one was. And the
fact that we had 1 boys name, but 3 girls names to choose from, I think
we were both just relieved that we didn't have to make a quick decision
between the 3. We have both wanted to tell people the sex of the baby
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seeing all of our family last weekend for my sister's wedding, we thought it would be so fun to
share it in person since we have not been able to share anything else in
person. It was so much fun to tell everyone, because they were all thinking that
they would have to wait until the following week to find out too. <br />
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I baked these cookies and Thomas just handed them to his mom in front of his whole family. She had no idea. She opened the box and read the name. When she still didn't fully understand, Thomas told her to open the box all the way up. When she read the top, she squealed so loud! </div>
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We then revealed it to my family too, with my nephew stomping on eggs that were filled with colored sand. We tried to prep him ahead of time and he finally said it was a boy, but he was having too much fun stomping on all the eggs initially!</div>
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I also had a few people who weren't at the other 2 reveals, crack open an egg that said, "It's a..." and then on the inside it was a blue piece of paper that said, "boy! And his name is Adler James!". </div>
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We really wanted a first name that was unique, but not weird. And for the middle name, we wanted something that was in the family. </div>
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Thomas found his first name, Adler when he was looking through some vintage posters from the 30's and 40's. He loved the name and when he shared it with me, so did I. It was the name of a bicycle company in the 30's-40's.</div>
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Adler is literally the german word for Eagle. </div>
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James was a name that originally I found because it was my maternal grandfathers name. As I started looking into our family trees though, it is also connected to cousins and uncles on both Thomas and the biological families sides! </div>
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I cannot tell you how much I love that this sweet boy has a name that spans all 3 families. </div>
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Mine, Thomas', and his biological family. </div>
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Just beautiful. </div>
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And EEKKK!!!! We are having a boy!!!</div>
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