C-Section: One Way to Get a Baby Out…Part I

It’s taken me a long time (well, Will is five months old, so I guess it’s taken me five months) to really come to terms with the fact that I had a C-section. First, you should know that I did not have a 12 page birth plan nor was I super gung-ho about having a natural birth. I wanted one, but I do know that birth is one of those things you just don’t have 100% control over, and so for nine months I psyched my control-freak self up and tried to relax and trust my doctor. Side note, my doctor was kind of shocked that I didn’t have a typed up birth plan to give her. I guess she picked up on my control-freakiness over the course of nine months.

Disclaimer: I’m not going to get super into the details medically because ew, and some things really should be private. Reliving the details of the scariest day of my life is not awesome for me, but I do want to put this out there in case others moms might have had a similar experience and are looking for some camaraderie – it’s just nice to know you’re not alone in this sometimes.

Please take a moment and admire this photo my sister took of me in the parking lot at Tucker's Onion Burger a few days before I went into labor. Don't I look thrilled?

Please take a moment and admire this photo my sister took of me in the parking lot at Tucker’s Onion Burger a few days before I went into labor. Don’t I just have that “pregnancy glow” haha

So, I saw my doctor the day before I went into labor at 39 weeks 5 days. I was 4.5 cm dilated and 75% effaced, so things were definitely progressing. During that appointment she said to me, “I hope you go into labor tonight because I’m on call.” Never did she say that she might be unavailable over the next few days. Funnily enough, I did go into labor that night. I came home from church and rolled around on a yoga ball and watched The Fault in Our Stars with Sam because he would basically do anything I asked at that point. I went to bed that night and the contractions were mild but getting stronger and closer together. I woke up the next morning and did not feel well at all. I went back to sleep and woke up around 11am and something was just not right. I felt feverish and extremely weak. I told Sam we had to go to the hospital immediately.

We got to the hospital and a random doctor came in and said that my doctor was “unavailable” that day and he would be delivering me. You can imagine how I took this news. I’ll just leave it at – I was not pleasant. Part of the reason I did not write up any plans was because I fully trusted this woman and her expertise. The new doctor ended up being fantastic – really I can’t say enough good things about him – but that completely threw me for a loop since I had just seen my doctor THE DAY BEFORE and she hadn’t mentioned anything. In my opinion, this kind of set the tone for the whole experience…..

This post is already getting super long so I’m going to split it into two parts. Stay tuned for Part II in which William Craig makes his debut, and the Craigs spend the worst five days of their life in the hospital. Should be fun!

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Baby Boy’s Name – And I Don’t Have Gestational Diabetes! Yay!

I think a lot of women might say, “I can’t believe I’m already in the third trimester,” but I am not one of those people. This pregnancy is literally the only period of my life when I can say that time has felt like it is standing still! Each day that crawls by gets us closer to meeting our sweet boy, and baby boy officially has a name – William Grant Craig! We can’t wait for our sweet Will to get here.

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I am also happy to report that I do not have gestational diabetes! I failed the one hour glucose screening by a measly margin, but my doctor still wanted me to take the three hour test. On top of worrying if I am already screwing up my baby by making him a sugar addict, I typically do not do well with needles. I once passed out and hit my head so hard I had to go to the emergency room. I think the nurse drawing my blood for this test was a gift from God, I truly do. She was very no-nonsense, quick and efficient and I’m pretty sure she is the reason I was able to get through the FOUR blood draws like a champ. I also absolutely hate wasting time, and I would say hanging out for three hours in a waiting room with no wi-fi is wasting time. My mom knows me, so she came and waited the entire three hours with me and distracted me with lots of chit-chat. We planned out our future real estate endeavors for the next 50 years and basically solved the world’s problems in those three hours, so at least something good came from it! I am so thankful I do not have gestational diabetes, I just can’t even explain the relief.

Other than that we have been vacationing in Florida, getting Will’s nursery ready (more to come on those) and trying to savor the last few months with just the two of us. Let’s hope they fly by!

Halfway There

I’m officially past 20 weeks and so very happy! We had the big anatomy scan and got a good report – I sure was relieved to have that done! Around 19 weeks I decided to stop taking my nausea medication, but unfortunately I began to feel terrible again. I am not sure how long I’m going to have to take it, but I’m definitely eager to stop. I am still in a lot of my regular clothes thanks to belly bands and some forgiving dresses and tops. I’ve bought a few maternity shorts and jeans, but my little bump just doesn’t seem to hold them up quite yet! I think I’m in that awkward in between phase, but I know I’ll be in exclusively maternity clothes soon enough!

One annoying thing – my skin has broken out like I’m a teenager again. Blah. I have been using various Belli Skincare products (at the recommendation of Veronika) in place of my stronger prescription products from the dermatologist and would definitely recommend them, but I guess a little acne still comes with the territory! Sam and I just got back from a trip to Chicago, and I definitely experienced some swelling in my feet and legs from all the extra walking. Thankfully it’s gone down now that I’m home and back to my regular routine. Other than that things seem to be progressing wonderfully! Praying that this pregnancy continues to go smoothly and Baby Craig is growing nice and strong!

It’s A…

There’s nothing I love more than a good party – I will seriously find ANY excuse to celebrate! Our gender reveal party was so much fun and such a special day. We had an ice cream social with our closest friends and family, and I will cherish the memories of that day forever!

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The adorable invite designed by my fabulous co-worker Rachel!

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Hubby and I waiting for the party to start – we were getting pretty impatient!

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The ice cream table

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The punch! Baby Blue Brew and Pretty in Pink Lemonade!

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Yummy cookies!

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It’s a Boy! We’re so excited!

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Our best buds! We love this group so much!

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My sweet sister! She kept our secret and set up the balloons – she did such a fantastic job!

Baby Craig is already so blessed to have so many amazing people who love him!

Those First Few Weeks

I suppose I’ll just dive right in! The first trimester was hard. I jokingly told my family multiple times that it was, “the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through.” So yes, apparently my life has not been too difficult. But seriously, the first three months were no picnic!

I found out I was pregnant very early. I bought a ton of very cheap pregnancy tests in bulk from Amazon, so I would take them quite often, even if I knew it was way too early. I’m weird, I know! Sam had already left for work that morning. I was about to step into the shower when I decided to take a test, pretty much just for funsies. I took it, set it on the counter, and didn’t even look at the result before I got in the shower – that’s how sure I was that it would be negative. I got out of the shower and happened to glance down and saw TWO lines, which I had never seen before!

So, what did I do? Immediately took another test of course! What’s the second thing? Google! (and pour out the rest of my coffee!) I called my doctor and made an appointment (side note – I wish they just see you right away!) and went to work. Something you should know, I am maybe the worst secret keeper on earth. I remember thinking that day that the whole world must know exactly what was going on because I could not wipe the silly grin from my face. I went to lunch with my co-workers and tried to act as normal as possible. I communicated with Sam like I normally do, trying not to arouse any suspicion. I wanted to wait and tell him in person!

Unfortunately I had several events over the next few weeks where there would be drinking and people potentially noticing that I was not. Sam and I traveled to Dallas for a work party, and I just knew that all of my co-workers would notice I was not imbibing (I usually indulge in my fair share of champs!) Sam and I were able to pull it off with some very creative drink swapping that night, although one of my co-workers did mention my lack of champagne at one point, luckily she did not remember the next day – ha! I remember waking up the morning after that party and thinking, “hmm…I’m kind of nauseous. I guess this is morning sickness.”

Oh, how naive I was. The next few days are still a blur to me. I could keep absolutely nothing down and would vacillate between throwing up, laying on the bathroom floor, and sobbing hysterically. Things were like this until I finally got some meds. It was still pretty bad, but at least I could keep down some crackers and water and manage to drag myself to the office looking like some semblance of a human. I like to refer to this period of time in my life as “the dark times” where nobody except Sam, my mom, and my sister knew my secret. I was sicker than I have ever been with no reprieve, and I couldn’t even share the good news with people!

Time passed by so slowly those first few weeks, and somehow I made it through! Getting to see our little bean at 6 weeks helped me to persevere, and it wouldn’t be long until we could let the world know about our great joy!