33w2d
Sigh
I had a doctors appointment today, and through all 3 of my pregnancies this is the first appointment I’ve had to go to alone. We had our baby moon this last weekend and it was wonderful. So relaxing and so much quality time, we both needed it. We came home feeling really ready to bring another Lechuga-Huber into this world and complete our family that has such a strong foundation of love between Bill and I. Kennedy was an angel for my sister and had a great time. Then this morning she woke up crying, which she never does. I figured it was just from the transition of not having mom and dad there for two days and waking up alone in bed (she sleeps on a mattress on the floor of my sisters room when she stays with them until she’s old enough to sleep on the guest bed without falling out). Starting yesterday I’ve been feeling, icky. I think it’s a stomach bug. Everything I eat makes my stomach churn and I have body aches, but I’m also starving. Nothing major, no vomiting I don’t feel dehydrated and I’m staying on top of my water so I’m not concerned. I’m just tired and feel not 100%.
Anyways, Kennedy went down for her nap and since I had my doctors appointment today so I needed to get ready when Bill got home so we could drop her off with my sister and head to the appointment. Then she woke up within 30 minutes crying. I laid in bed with her and she was obviously still tired, mucusy, and felt warm. And as much as I really hate going to appointments alone, I knew that if she was sick she needs one of her parents with her. So Bill came home and we decided that he would stay and I would go to the appointment alone. Again, 3 pregnancies and he’s never missed an appointment, so he was obviously bummed too but these sacrifices are going to have to be made now and then when both kids need us.
So I go to my appointment alone. I talk to the nurse about my sugar chart and how it’s been going. The first two weeks was a struggle with my fasting numbers and they had to put me on 1000mg of metformin. This is my 5th week and I haven’t had one high fasting number (and the few numbers after eating that have been high are by like 1 or 2 points and it’s because I made a poor choice with potatoes). I told the nurse and doctor that I’ve felt pretty good about how I’ve been doing and they agreed. Then she dropped the bomb: because I’m having to take medication I’m going to need to go in for NST testing 2x a week for the remainder of this pregnancy. 😫
My first reaction was panic. I live 45 minutes from the doctor’s office. I have a two year old I am the primary care giver for. My husband works full time and every hour he takes off now means it’s an hour he loses with new baby. “Non stress test” my ass, I’m stressed the fuck out. I did my first test today at the end of my appointment then called Bill on the way home. Forever my rock, he calmed me down. Reminded me that this is for the baby’s health and that we would have done all of this plus some if it meant Liam got to live, and we’d figure it all out. So I called and talked to my sister who gave me the same pep talk and we figured out we will try and work it so she can watch Kennedy on Tuesday’s for the 1st appointment and Bill can watch her on Friday’s (since he gets off at noon) for the 2nd appointment. I’ll talk to scheduling tomorrow and have them move around the appointments I have scheduled already for regular doctors appointments so I can just tack on the NST afterwards. If anyone can make it work, it’s my neurotic ass... I’ll probably make a spreadsheet.
I’m also going to induced at 39 weeks, but idgaf about that. I went 41 weeks with Kennedy and I am ok with not going that long. I know the goal is to cook baby as long as possible, but after what I’ve been through I feel like it’s ok to just want them here and safe in my arms.
