A portrait of my child every week, once a week, in 2013.
Piper : 18 months, 16 days old.
Baby C : 33 weeks gestation
On this cold cold day, I thank God for:
1 Thessalonians 5:18 “Give thanks in all circumstances for this is the will of God concerning you
**Concerning my previous post: There will be 2 more parts to Piper’s Story. 1 per week. Stay tuned 😉
So we finally moved upstairs and inside, out of the heat and into the air conditioning. My midwife had a TENS machine that we hooked me up to (what a marvelous invention) to ease the pain of my contractions. I decided at the beginning that a water birth may be a bit too much for my surroundings, whatever they may be.
At about 4:30pm I sent Joe outside so he wouldn’t hear my screams while the MW could check again for dilation – 5 cm. She told me she would check me every 4 hours till the baby came, but it was so uncomfortable for me that it ended up being more like every 6 hours, and every 6 hours I was only dilated 2 more cm. Joe was sent away each time.
My mom and Joe took turns sleeping and helping me through my contractions. Joe was amazing! He was the best at soothing me, calming me down, and helping me to breathe normally. He was the best doula I could have asked for.
I took cat naps here and there but was usually awoken by contractions after a couple of minutes. The sun came up the following morning and I was exhausted. I wasn’t able to keep any food down while in labor, but drank water and Gatorade.
At 9cm dilation, my water still had not broken, so I had to do a couple of squats, and that seemed to move things along. The baby came very quickly after that. It seemed that 20 min. later I started pushing, and then another hour and it was all over.
11:58am, July 12, 2011, a healthy girl – 8lbs, 8 oz. 21″ long, 14″ head. Considering Joe and I were both well over 9lbs at birth, I was happy for a “small” baby.
30 hours of labor from start to finish and my placenta looked very healthy.
I said I would post my knitting once a week. This way I can show you if you’re interested. If you’re not, you only have to endure it once a week, and not EVERY DAY!
Here is some of my pre-Christmas knitting:
1. baby booties!
2. girl version baby blanket (still need to finish my boy blanket)
3. leaf garland headband that I improvised (my husband is a good sport)
4. a mounted deer head given to one of my nephews
5. a commissioned hat I knit for a friend to give her husband for Christmas (my first paid work!)
I had put down my needles pretty much from Christmas till this week. It has been rough because I had volunteered for a test knit (so sorry Justyna!), have a a baby hat swap hat to make and mail out by the end of the month, 2 items still to knit for my niece and nephews (Andi, the gifts will arrive, I promise) and send, and a KAL (knit-a-long) project to finish by the end of the month. Phew! I feel like I have more knitting to do this month than I did for Christmas!
Not to mention that I have yet to take our New Years Photos and have those mailed out (so sorry family). 3 weeks of either being off your feet or taking care of others really puts you majorly behind!
Well I picked them up again this week, and knit a couple of things to get myself motivated to to fulfill my knitting obligations . I felt absolutely overwhelmed by the things that are left to do, and yes, I am going to try to get them all done in less than 2 weeks (I’m insane). Each project I tried to get back to, I had zero motivation. No inspiration for what patterns to pick for a special niece and nephew, no desire to pick up any already-started project (or WIP as we say in the knitting community). I needed to get my head in the game.
This usually means a bit of quick baby knitting. It did just the trick to get me back in the knitting groove.
My little Knit-a-Long group is hosting a mitten pattern donation KAL right now (Click here for details, there’s still time to join!), and I had started the project. So I picked up my half finished mitten and figured I’d better at least finish one of them!
1. Camilla Babe Sweater
That’s all till next week where I plan to have ALL of my required knitting DONE!!
Taking time to reflect on God’s goodness, no matter the circumstances.
Being thankful to God for:
1 Thessalonians 5:18 “Give thanks in all circumstances for this is the will of God concerning you
**Concerning my previous post: There will be 3 more parts to Piper’s Story. 1 per week. Stay tuned 😉
DISCLAIMER: My pregnancy was specific to myself and in hindsight I realize not a normal pregnancy. Negative birth stories are not something I consider appropriate to tell healthy moms in order to scare them. However, I do think they are important to tell in the event that someone is having a hard time and need sympathy or validation. I would have liked validation for what I was going through. Proceed with caution.
I found out I was pregnant with Piper in October 2010, about 6 weeks after my honeymoon. Joe and I weren’t trying to have kids, but we weren’t trying to prevent it from happening either, due to decisions we had made about family planning previous to getting married.
I’ll answer the question everyone wants to know: No, she was not a honeymoon baby. My monthly cycle started as soon as the honeymoon ended.
I had always liked the idea of having a home birth, and upon finding out we were expecting, birthing decisions had to be made immediately. Would we go to a hospital? A birthing center? Home?
We didn’t have a home of our own. In fact, we were living with my grandfather, and the prospect for buying our own house was looking rather bleak.
We decided home birth anyway. We knew a family who was attending our church who had births at home, and I have never liked hospitals. Joe and I didn’t like the idea of letting the hospital dictate to us who our OB/GYN would be or leaving it up to whatever doctor was on call at the time of delivery. We definitely didn’t want a man with his hands around my lady parts, no matter what the reason. We didn’t/don’t have health insurance, so a home birth was also cheaper than paying a hospital or birthing center out of pocket. Home birth just seemed like the way to go, and we would just be prepared to go to the hospital as a last resort if something went wrong.
My parents helped us a lot with the living arrangements. They had been wanting to finish the second floor of their garage, and a grandchild on the way seemed like good enough motivation to do it! My dad and Joe started working to finish a one room, half-bath living space above my parents garage, and in the meantime we lived with my grandfather.
As I became more and more pregnant I began to experience the common symptoms which accompany it. At 6 weeks along I came down with morning sickness that was ’round the clock – just nausea, no vomiting. It subsided around 12 weeks. At 17 weeks I began to feel the fluttering that is baby movement which was very exciting.
However I also, starting very early in my second trimester, started to experience groin pain. I had severe soreness in my lower abdomen and groin, and the baby kicks became very strong very early which made for a very long and uncomfortable pregnancy. I had to sit down quite frequently, and couldn’t wear dresses because they offered no support. All my pants were super uncomfortable with the elastic waists or button bands feeling like they were cutting into me. For a long time panel pants were just too big for me and so until I fit into them, I just suffered. I remember even wearing the belly band to bed at night.
My mother was convinced I was acting overdramatic. I know from my current pregnancy that I wasn’t.
Things I didn’t do through pregnancy that I probably should have done in this situation, but was too stubborn to:
Things that went well:
In May of 2011 Joe and I decided it would be best for our new marriage and the peace of our family if we moved out of my grandfather’s house. The apartment wasn’t close to being finished though, so we needed another temporary arrangement. Someone from our church offered to lend us their pop-up camper, so we agreed and set it up in my parents’ backyard, and we moved in.
We were fortunate to have a mild spring that year, and I got to spend my days hanging out with my family when I wasn’t working.
Apartment construction went slowly.
My due date was July 2nd, and that date came and went and we were still in the pop-up. My midwife and I had a plan set up that i would give birth in the camper if I needed to. We had a 5 gallon bucket with a toilet seat (made for 5 gallon buckets) on top for our toilet and a hose hooked up to a spigot outside. In the camper we had a propane cooking range and electricity, so we were totally going to redneck it.
6:30 am on July 11, 2011 I woke up with my first contractions.
The apartment had a bathroom sink with running water, and the floating flooring had just arrived. My dad and Joe had plans to lay the floor that day and they got to work early in order to get it down fast!
At round 10:30 am my contractions were steady at 6 min. apart and my midwife came to check dilation – 3cm. Another painful discovery was that checking for dilation felt like being tortured. Most women have no problem. They can get checked or have a membrain sweep, and have no issue with it. For me it was not so. It was agony.
After checking me, she went back home to get her supplies together, and do some last minute things with her family, and then returned around 1pm where my contractions had shifted to 4 min apart.
At around 3pm, the floor was down, and a futon mattress was dragged upstairs and laid out. They brought in the bucket toilet, and had an air conditioner in the window, and we hunkered in for labor and delivery.