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third trimester!

9 Jul

July 5th marked the beginning of my third trimester.  I couldn’t be happier to be getting closer to meeting my daughter, but it still seems so far away!  Come ooooooon September!!

Me at 26 weeks in Minnesota!

Since I last wrote, I have made two more trips to labor and delivery, had another ultrasound, and done my glucose tolerance test.  My blood pressure is still pretty high, but as long as it stays around 150/100 I feel ok.  When it gets higher than that is when I can really feel the effects.

One really great thing that has happened was I was able to make a trip to see family and friends.  I flew to Minnesota to my parent’s house on June 20th.  After a few days there, we drove to North Dakota where I was able to see more friends and lots of family.  As much as I love Colorado, I will always be a North Dakota girl at heart and I love going there.  I wish I had more opportunities to see all my family there and this was a great chance to see a lot of them at one time.

While in North Dakota, my cousin and aunt threw me a baby shower.  When I first learned that they were going to do this, I was so emotional.  This is my 4th pregnancy and my first baby shower. There has never been a reason to have one before now.  It was a really beautiful shower and I feel so blessed by all the friends and family that came.  Some of them traveled many hours to be there and that just overwhelms me.

After a few days in North Dakota, we drove back to Minnesota and I spent a few more days there before flying home on June 28th.  The day before I left, I was able to meet my newest niece who lives about an hour from my parent’s house.  She is, of course, adorable, and I look forward to the next time I get to see her!

On the 30th, I went to the lab and took my glucose tolerance test.  I was pleasantly surprised to find out that the drink was not that horrible orange stuff, but fruit punch flavored instead. It wasn’t bad at all and the best part is, I passed the test!  No Gestational Diabetes for this girl!

That weekend, Arturo was off work and I really wanted to spend the whole weekend working on projects in the nursery and around the house.  Baby will be here before we know it and I know that after she is here, nothing will get done on my “honey-do list.”  I helped Arturo sand wood for the changing table we are making and we also made a trip to Lowe’s for a few supplies we needed.  When we got home from the store, I was absolutely exhausted.  I had to sit down and rest.  My head was really pounding as well.  When I took my blood pressure that evening it was around 160/115 and I was pretty certain that was why I felt so horrible.

Sunday morning, I woke up with my pulse pounding in my ear and my head hurt so bad it felt like it would explode.  I took my blood pressure a few times and I was getting super high readings.  At one point the top number was over 2oo.  So, I called my Dr.’s office and they paged the on call Dr., who was the same Dr. that had me go to labor and delivery the last time.  She called me back in about 10 minutes and told me to head in again to be checked.

It was the same routine as the last time.  They put me on the monitors to check her heartbeat and make sure I was not having any contractions.  Also, they checked my urine for protein and took labs.  I was not having any contractions.  She was being very stubborn and would not stay on the monitors so the nurse had to stand there and chase her around with the Doppler for almost a half an hour until they had a good reading of her heart.

They sent lab in to take my blood and by the end of that I was so mad.  The first guy that came in asked me if they had started my IV.  I said I didn’t think they were planning to and he said he would go check to make sure.  I got kind of nervous because of how hard it is to start an IV on me.  He came back and said that they weren’t going to and I told him that was good because of how hard of a stick I am.  I shouldn’t have said that because it made him get cocky.  It was though I could hear him thinking, “NOTHING IS TOO HARD FOR ME!  I’M A PHLEBOTOMIST!”

I showed him the two best veins to try, but since he was so much smarter than me, he decided to try some place completely different.  Guess what?  He missed.  So, then he started looking at my hand.  I asked him to please only use my hand as a last resort.  I again showed him the two veins that were the best to use.  He moved away from my hand and again ignored my advice and tried a completely different spot.  AND…he missed again.  After that, he said he would really like to try my hand cause he saw some good veins and was certain he could get in the vein there.  So, I surrendered and let him try.  Another mistake on my part.  He not only missed, but he decided to dig around in there and aggravate me further.  That was his last try.

He said he would send someone else in.  So, when the next lady came in, I again showed her the two best veins to try, but she decided to try instead in one of the places the first guy had tried and missed.  I told her he had just tried that vein and missed but she thought she was better than him so she tried anyway.  Guess what?  She missed.  I got a little snotty with her at that point.  So, she didn’t try again.

The third guy, before I could say anything asked me, “Where do they usually get blood from you?”  I pointed to my two best veins and he tried one of them.  Guess what?  He got it!  I praised him thoroughly and wrote his name down so that when I am back, I can request him.  I so appreciate medical personnel who LISTEN.

My blood pressure was up and down while we were there.  The highest reading was 154/108, but by the time we left it was down to normal readings.  We were there about 3 hours and they let me go home once they had established that all my labs were not showing any signs of preeclampsia.

I felt pretty good the next few days.  My blood pressure was still around 150/100, but that is somehow tolerable for me.

On Wednesday, I started having some Braxton Hicks early in the day.  They weren’t super strong or regular so I wasn’t concerned at all.  That evening, I was at Bible study and I had a pretty strong one, well, much stronger than any I had up to that point.  It passed fairly quickly and so I didn’t think too much of it.  Then, I noticed another one….and another one.  I looked at the clock and realized it had only been a few minutes since the last one.  I decided to watch the clock and they were coming pretty frequently, ever 3-5 minutes.  I thought this was probably not normal, but didn’t know how concerning it was.  After about 45 minutes, I decided to step out and call my Dr.’s office to see what they thought.

The on call Dr. returned my call within a few minutes and told me to go get checked out at labor and delivery, but it was most likely from dehydration.  I was pretty scared.  I mean, I knew they wouldn’t let me have her at 28 weeks, but I just felt so frustrated that this pregnancy has been so hard.

They checked my cervix right away and took a few swabs to see if I had any kind of an infection that could be causing the contractions.  My cervix was long and not dilated at all, so that was of course good news.  My blood pressure was high, but not too bad.  Her heart was beating great and she was much more cooperative with the monitor.  I was having some small contractions, but the longer we were there, the less frequent they were and they were getting weaker not stronger.  I did not have any kind of an infection and since my contractions were slowing down, they let us go home.  This time, the instructions from the Dr. said I should be taking “frequent periods of rest.”  I thought about my day that day and realized I had hardly eaten anything all day and probably hadn’t drank as much water as I normally do, so that was probably the cause.

The next day, we had our follow-up ultrasound with the specialist to see if they could get a better view of her heart.  Even though we had a similar experience this time with the same rude ultrasound tech, I felt more prepared to deal with her since I knew what to expect.  She was again, very cold and sterile and ignored any questions that I asked.  At the end, she told us that she was weighing 2 lbs 12 oz and that her heart looked good.  She said she still wasn’t getting all the views she needed, but didn’t think there was any reason to be concerned.  She said, “Baby’s not showing her face today.”  Well, it didn’t seem like she even attempted to get a view of her face or profile.  So, that was disappointing.

The Dr. came in and as much as I don’t like her tech, I really do like her. She is very sweet and caring.  She said that with the issues I have been having,  I should be doing more bed rest and avoiding salt.  She said I should probably prepare myself for a c-section at 37 weeks if my blood pressure stays this high.  She also wants us to come back for another ultrasound at 32 weeks. She said she would like to check on things one more time because if I did have to deliver earlier than 37 weeks, that they would have me do it there instead of here with my ob.

After that appointment, we had a lot of fun.  We went to Target to spend the gift card money we got from our shower.  It was their baby sale, so not only did we get a bunch of stuff we are needing, but we left with another $60 in gift cards!  Woohoo!

I finally realized yesterday, that I need to give up some control and do some more resting than I have been.  Arturo and I spent the whole day running errands (bank, Post Office, pharmacy, grocery store.)  By the time we got home, I was absolutely exhausted.  I let Arturo unload the groceries, put them away, and make supper.  I should have let him run the errands by himself.  He’s capable. I just am such a control freak.  We will both be happier if I let him do some of these things and get a little more rest.  I’m gonna try.

I admit that I am still having a hard time enjoying this pregnancy.  I am trying so hard to not overreact to every little thing, but it is so hard.  I am just so anxious to have her here and to be done with this stress.  I’ve been feeling sorry for myself and I hate that.  I am trying to take it one day at a time and to focus on the things to come that I have to look forward to and keep my mind busy that way.

On the 14th, I have a check-up with my ob.  On the 18th, we are taking a breastfeeding class.  On the 19th, my mom is coming to visit for a week. On the 23rd, I have another baby shower here in Colorado.  On August 4th, I have another ultrasound.  So, yeah, there is a lot to look forward to!

I’m resting today and it has been hard.  I am really wanting to go and stain the changing table we built, but I will wait for Arturo to be able to do that.  He’s capable.

Thanks again for all the support and prayers.  I am so grateful for everyone’s kind words, and I don’t know how I would be surviving without all of you!!

 

 

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