It all started on Friday night. I had two days in a row of an intense work out on the ol’ cross trainer at the gym, and I think I over did it. By night’s end my pelvic area was so sore that it hurt to walk up the stairs, get in and out of the car, and pretty much do anything. I hated it! I already had some pain, which I attributed to Pelvic Girdle Pain that started about a week ago, but was amplified by the work out. Unfortunately, that put me into lazy mode most of Saturday.
Saturday night after a girl’s night out, I came home and was flipping through the netflix que with Dan, and saw the documentary The Business of Being Born, and decided to check it out. This is a documentary that outlines the positive outcomes to home births and why it is so much better do give birth naturally, than with drugs. They go into the negative effects that induction has on a baby (particularly pitocin) and why the hospital system has failed us. Dan only lasted about ten minutes watching the film. In his words…”this crunchy stuff is stupid”. I was merely curious as to what they had to say…and who knows, I may have a few take-aways from it. Let me just say that I have a great deal of respect for Moms that decide to deliver naturally. I think it’s beautiful, courageous, and a selfless act for your newborn. However, with that being said, I don’t think that those who choose not, to love their newborn any less. This movie made some claims that the release of oxitocin during a natural delivery, creates a bond that is unmatched by Moms that deliver with an epidural. I can’t speak for the Moms that gave birth naturally, but the euphoria after delivery with Parker was pretty intense. I was so full of love and joy, and we had a bond that was such a precious moment. I did have an epidural, and I fully intend on having one again with my next delivery. I don’t think that makes me a bad Mom or any less loving because of this choice. I choose this because I am an anxious person and if I have the choice to have something that will ease the pain of delivery and help me have a positive experience, then I am all for it. I am however, a little apprehensive about the usage of pitocin in deliveries. It is proven that it does cause more intense contractions, which can put the baby in fetal distress, or if is not given when the cervix is ready, can increase the risk of a c-section. The pitocin causes the contractions to be stronger and closer together, which can be harder for the baby to handle. This movie has brought that to my attention. I understand if you are a week or more past your due date and you need pitocin, but there are a lot of hospitals that are giving pitocin to speed up deliveries without even needing it in order to have higher patient turn overs, or to have the deliveries happen at a time that is convenient for them. I think this is something that pregnant Moms should question. Before you are given pitocin, ask your doctor what your bishop score is. This will give you a better idea if you’re a good canidate for pitocin, or if your doctor is trying to speed up your delivery without there being a need to.
So, after watching this movie, I had THE WORST dream about my delivery. I think it started to scare me a bit knowing that my delivery is coming up pretty soon and also knowing that I birth larger babies. My dream had me in the delivery room and the baby was already in my arms. I was completely knocked out during my delivery and had no recollection of the labor at all. To some, that may be a blessing, but I was not happy with my complete altered state of conciseness at the time. Thank God it was just a dream.
So, on Sunday I woke up after not only having a horrible dream, but with an excruciating head ache which was attributed to the lack of sleep from a head cold that left me without usage of my nostrils. I was so exhausted, that I laid around most of the day, missed church…basically being a waste of life. Then it hit me around 4pm…NAUSEA! I was a spewing spout… to put it eloquently. It continued through the night, and turned me into a lump of worthlessness all day Monday. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that bad during pregnancy. It’s bad enough that you’re puking every few minutes, but then to have a baby inside you kicking your belly while you toss your cookies is another! Fortunately, my Mom came to the rescue and came to help out with Parker while I rested and recovered. This is the second time during this pregnancy that I got a stomach bug. What are the chances? Is someone trying to test me? I was starting to feel better by night’s end last night and settled into a good restful night sleep.
That was until 6:30 am, when Parker started screaming from his room. This boy…never wakes up at night. I mean, he could sleep through a hurricane. This wasn’t a normal baby cry. This was a SICK baby cry. I had given my poor little boy the stomach bug. We’ll spare you the details, but it was so sad when we went to get him. After we cleaned him up and redressed him, we tried to give him some love and bring him into our bed, but he was in no snuggling sleepy mood. He was ready to start his day… a cranky pants kind of day.
After dinner he started to snap out of his cranky mood. Dan even got him to grin from ear to ear and open his arms real big and wide when we say “So Big!”. I complained all day about how he wouldn’t let me hold him. However, tonight when it came time to put him down for bed after reading him a book, I picked him up and went to kiss him, and he wouldn’t let go of my neck. I would peel him off, and he’d cling again tight just loving on his Mama. Oh how I love that boy! That just made my day.