I was talking with a dear friend of mine, writer and creator of TinyHumanNewbie.com (go check her out!) and she made me realize that I haven't shared my birth story with Connor on the blog. At first, I thought that was insane, but the more I searched through old posts, the more I realized that it made sense. When I started this blog, he was nearly a year old. I was so focused on the here and now that I didn't even think to share the story of his birth.
A little over a year ago, I switched from cloth to full time disposables. It wasn't a decision I was thrilled about, but our cloth diapers were really nearly 2.5 years old. The elastic was stretched beyond usefulness, and the inserts were no longer doing their jobs. I was annoyed with their failure to last as long as I wanted (although they did last for a long time, I just had unreasonable expectations) and I was frustrated. Instead of replacing the cloth we had, I decided it would just be easy to by disposables. I wish I hadn't done that.
I've been thinking a lot lately about who actually reads my blog. Who am I talking to when I write? Who am I hoping will read this and feel something (hopefully positive) towards my words? Who am I trying to reach?
Over the course of the last few weeks, a couple of women I know announced their third pregnancies. Both of these women were pregnant with me, both times, so our kids are all about the same age. When they announced their forthcoming new babes, I expected to feel sad, jealous, or disappointed that I wasn't pregnant with them again.
If you Google or Pinterest search for "newborn must haves" or registry ideas/suggestions, you will find literally hundreds, if not thousands of things you "need" before you bring your baby home, and hundreds more things you "need" to get through the first year with your new babe. I'm gonna simplify all this for you right now and give you a very short list of the things you actually need for your baby.
This week, I've seen countless articles about how sad these women are about their last baby, or the hole in their heart that showed up the day their husband got a vasectomy and they committed to not having any more kids. Listen up, internet, I have had my last baby and I'm excited about it! So I've decided to make a couple lists of my own.
I've been a little absent for a while now, and for those of you who don't keep up with us on Facebook or Instagram, we have officially completed our little nerdy family.
36 weeks. The first week of the last month of pregnancy. In reality, Kylar will be here in 23 days, so I have less than a month left, but that's not the norm. This morning I woke up to at least half a dozen emails telling what all I "need" to bring with me to the hospital and what all I should pack right now in the event that I go into labor early.
Everything will be different. Kylar will be out in the world for approx 10-11 hours. Connor will have met him and hopefully not freaked out at seeing me in a hospital bed, hooked up to shit. Someone else will be feeding my eldest while I recover from being sliced open and adjust to being a mommy of 2. Hubby will be on vacation and bouncing between hospital and home. It's going to be an interesting (and probably very stressful) time in our lives. I'm dreading the time in the hospital, simply because I don't know how Connor will handle being away from me for so long and I really don't know how I will handle it. I'm betting not well.
It occurred to me this morning that I had an OB appointment on Friday, where decently big things were discussed and I never actually posted or shared any of it. We went from super exciting news to mildly high stress information in the span of a couple hours and I guess I needed a few days to process.
First of all, Kylar is doing great! Growing right on schedule with my belly measuring at 31 inches (1 inch per week of pregnancy and I was 30w6d at the appt), no diabetes, no anemia, and I've gained 5 lbs since my last appt (a lb a week=perfectly normal and so much better than I did with Connor). To sum up: Mommy and Baby are doing great and right on track.
Now, I went in with 2 questions: How close will she let me get to my due date? How much control do we have when it comes to scheduling the c-section? Meaning: can we pick the day or do we just go with whatever they have? Turns out, any day in my 39th week is great, but the hospital would rather a weekday than a weekend (more staff during the week). We picked a day. September 7th. September 7th!!!! We're going to have a complete family on September 7th! It's freaky to think that exactly 8 weeks and a day from now we'll be in the hospital, getting dressed and drugged up to met our baby boy.
We couldn't actually schedule it on Friday, at my appointment, because I hadn't registered at the hospital yet. I couldn't remember how far along I was with Connor, but I knew it was now-ish, when we registered before, so we went on Friday after lunch. Got all the paperwork filled out and got a nice little mini-heart attack finding out just how much a scheduled c-section costs. Even with insurance, it's an insanely high number and not one I was expecting. Having a baby is expensive.
We've got all that squared away and set up, so my OB can officially schedule Kylar's birth! I have a finite light at the end of this tunnel and I can't wait to meet him!! It looks like we will be spending at least 2 nights in the hospital, which I'm less thrilled about because it means 2 nights and the majority of 3 days away from Connor, but we have a lot of family that live nearby who will eagerly help anyway they can. Hubby will do bedtime with Connor, as per usual, and just come back to the hospital with me after Connor goes to sleep. I just hate that I'm going to be away from him so much. I haven't been away from him for more than a couple hours in a over year. That will honestly be the hardest part for me.
It's only 1 full day. I have to keep telling myself that, but it will be fine. Connor won't remember any of this by the time we get back home. It's only 1 full day.
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