Sunday, June 14, 2015

Ready or Not, Here He Comes (part 2)

We got back to the house and I said my goodbyes to Bun and Wally.  I wasn’t hungry, but I knew if I didn’t eat something now, I may not be eating for a while.  All I could manage to get down was a protein bar.  We left the house about 4:30 and got to the labor and delivery unit about 5:00.  The nurse walked us back to my room and left for a minute to go get something.  When she left I sat down on the couch and started crying.  I wasn’t ready for this.  I wasn’t ready to be in the hospital.  I wasn’t ready to have a baby.  I wasn’t ready to grow up. 

The nurse came back and I eventually stopped crying.  She gave me a hospital gown to change into.  Once changed and in bed, the nurse went over my medical history with me and tried to start an IV in my left hand.  My vein didn’t cooperate so she pulled the needle out and called the IV tech to come start one.  There was a lump and bruise forming that hurt every time the blood pressure cuff inflated.  The IV tech came in and tried to start one in my left forearm.  That didn’t work either so she tried again in my right hand.  That one actually worked.  But she still had to draw blood, but due to the way that she had to start the IV she couldn’t draw from that so she had to do a separate poke in my left arm.

Since they hadn’t started the induction yet I was able to order dinner, but due to the diabetes, I was still on a restricted diet.  I ordered a burger thinking it couldn’t be worse than a fast food burger.  I was wrong, it was terrible.  The only reason I ate so much of it was because it was going to be my last meal until the baby was out.  At 7:15 the nurse came in and started the Pitocin.  About 9:30 the midwife came in to see how dilated I was and decided to break my water.  I was a little freaked out because I didn’t have any warning or maybe I was still in denial about being in labor. 
At 10:30 I called the nurse to request an epidural.  The pain wasn’t horrible, but I knew by the time the anesthesiologist came I would probably be hurting worse and I was.  And it did.  While he was trying to start the epidural the pain was so bad it took my breath away.  I kept trying to focus on Bun and how soft she was, but it didn’t help.  After a few minutes of working, he asked the nurse for a bigger needle as the one he was using ended up being too small.  A bigger needle?!?  Will it ever go right the first time stabbing me?  (Are you keeping track of the times I’ve been stuck?  Don’t forget to add in the blood sugar test after I ate).  After what seemed like an eternity the pain started easing up until it was basically gone.

The good news was I didn’t feel any pain with contractions, the bad news was that the baby had shifted positions and was pressing on a nerve so no matter how I was positioned in the bed, I had a constant pain.  I was at least able to sleep a little bit that night and at 7:30 the next morning the new nurse came in to start prepping the room for delivery.  Did I hear her right, prepping for delivery?  The next hour and a half seemed like it went by in mere minutes because before I knew it I had to start pushing.  The room filled up fast; there was the nurse, a nursing student, the midwife, the midwife’s apprentice and a few people from the NICU since there was meconium in the amniotic fluid.  After every push the midwife kept telling me “just two more pushes.”  If it weren’t for the fact that I was concentrating on not pooping on the table (which I didn’t, yay), I would have yelled at her for lying to me.  Bickering was not uncommon while I was pushing as the midwife was getting telling off the nurse between contractions.  Hashtag awkward.


After approximately 14 hours of labor and 38 minutes of pushing, there was a baby on my chest.  Wait.  Where did this baby come from?  Was this really what I had been incubating for the last 37 weeks?  What do I do now?

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Ready or Not, Here He Comes (part 1)

So because of my gestational diabetes I had to go to the doctor twice a week for fetal heart rate monitoring.  So twice a week I would take a long lunch to spend 30 minutes in a small room listening to what sounded like horses galloping (or at least the coconut horse hooves like on Monty Python).  At the start of each appointment the nurse would take my vital signs.  My blood pressure had slowly been increasing and the doctor ordered a test to see if I had preeclampsia.  The results came back normal, but the doctor was still concerned so she put me on bed rest effective immediately in hopes that she could buy me another two weeks.  I was scared that the baby was possibly only two weeks away, but I was also worried about the time I would be off work.  I didn’t have enough leave for the time I would be taking to recover from having the baby, let alone being home before the baby came.

My blood pressure did go down slightly with bed rest, but not enough.  At 37 weeks the doctor ordered another preeclampsia test.  I was at my regular Friday appointment when the doctor came in the room to say that my labs came back and I did have preeclampsia and she wanted to induce me either today since her office mate was on call this weekend or on Tuesday when she would be there.  She told us (Jeremy came to the appointments with me) to take a minute and think about it and left the room.  Understandably I was upset.  I just spent the past two weeks on the couch only getting up to go to the bathroom, make myself a sandwich or go to the bedroom and I still ended up with preeclampsia.  I calmed down a little bit and we decided to go in on Tuesday not only because my doctor would be there, but because I wanted a little more time.


I told the doctor my decision when she came back in the room and proceeded to finish my time on the monitor.  When the nurse came in to make sure there was enough of a reading on the strip, she ripped it off and said she was going to run it by the doctor.  She’d never said that before.  The doctor came in a third time and said that there were some decelerations of the baby’s heart beat and she wanted me to go to the hospital tonight to get induced.  I had barely come to terms with having the induction on Tuesday and now she wanted me to go to the hospital tonight.  My head was spinning and I felt like the wind got knocked out of me.  She told me that she would call ahead to the hospital.  The doctor figured they wouldn’t start the induction until after 7:00 when the shift changed so I had enough time to go home, get my bags and something to eat first.  I was crying when I left the office and didn’t stop when I called my mom on the way home.  She was going to meet us at our house to pick up Wally since she was going to watch him while I had the baby.

Monday, March 2, 2015

Pregnancy Rant

There are three things I dislike about being pregnant: people always asking how I am, people commenting on how big I’m getting and feeling the baby move.  I’m sure there will be more, but in 7 months, these bother me the most.


How are you feeling?  So suddenly because I’m carrying around a baby in my uterus you have to ask how I am all of the time?  Read a pregnancy book and assume that I’m feeling most of those symptoms.  No need to ask, so stop.


Oh you’re getting so big!  I absolutely hate this.  As a person with body image issues in general, do not point out to me that I’m expanding in such a way that I have no control over what grows.  Pregnant people get bigger; it’s a fact, stop pointing it out.  The only thing you are doing is making me even more self conscious.


I understand that feeling the baby move is a “good” thing, but I hate that feeling.  I have no control over when it happens, how long it happens for and unlike other bodily functions, no way to stop it.  At times the feeling makes me nauseous and like the wind got knocked out of me, but only in my gut.  Don’t ask to touch it (or just do it on your own) because I don’t want other people’s hands on my fat gut feeling something that I hate so I’m trying to ignore.

Disclaimer – this is how I feel.  I know others may feel the complete opposite, but I’m not writing about them, I’m writing about me so I don’t want to hear anything contrary to what I write.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Sad Day

Today was a very sad day, it was the day we had to come home.  We had packed almost everything the night before so there wasn't much to do that morning except put the last few things in the suitcases and go.  But before we left, we stopped back by Leonard’s for some malasadas.  Really, we stopped to buy some for other people, it wasn't our fault that we ended up eating some too.  Our trip to the airport was detoured by us in order to take a drive by picture of the headquarters for the Hawaii Five 0 tv show.  We were starving and still had a few hours before our flight so we stopped at McDonalds for one last local deluxe breakfast; I'm gonna miss those.  We made it to the airport, and through security, in plenty of time.  At our layover in Maui I stumbled upon my brother.



At this point of the blog, I don’t think I need more details other than we got in at 11:25 pm and my super awesome mom picked us up from the airport.

Saturday

Since we missed out on breakfast on Tuesday, we drove back out towards the North Shore to go to Ted’s Bakery.  I had the Spam and eggs breakfast while Jeremy went with the Portuguese sausage and eggs.  Both breakfasts came with cornbread which was the most light and moist cornbread I have ever had.  Overall, I would consider the breakfast worth the trip.  I read on their website that they had a chocolate macadamia nut pie so Jeremy went in to see if they had a single slice.  He didn’t find that, but he did bring out a slice of their famous chocolate haupia cream pie.  I don’t care for coconut, but haupia is delicious and the chocolate haupia pie was even better.  My only regret was not purchasing a whole pie.  So what to do after breakfast, but go to Matsumoto’s for shave ice.  The prices were very low and the flavors were delicious.  I got the tropical which was guava, lilikoi and papaya and Jeremy got the rainbow which was strawberry, lemon and pineapple.  We both loved our respective ice.



It was with sadness that we bid farewell to the North Shore.  After a quick regroup at the condo we walked across the street to the Honolulu Zoo.  The zoo was way smaller than Point Defiance, had a pretty awesome bird exhibit, but nothing was over the top impressive.  It only took a few hours to do so we still had the evening left.  I did my most favorite thing of vacation; I spent time in the laundry room washing our clothes.

After dinner at LuLu's yet again, we went to the actual beach on Waikiki for the first time since we arrived.  We walked along the shore and a little ways out onto the rock wall.  Coming from newly found sand connoisseur, that sand was so fine and easy to rinse off and I’d give it a 10/10 for fineness and color.







Based on a suggested from our Oahu Revealed guidebook, we visited the Snow Factory.  What is snow you ask, well, we're not really sure.  It's like they took an ice cream base and shaved it into long strips and put all sorts of happy things on it.  The consistency is comparable to frozen cotton candy.  It's super light and not once did we get brain freeze.  Mine was vanilla base, macadamia nuts, condensed milk and mochi.  Jeremy's was a mango - passion fruit base with condensed milk, mochi, mango bobba and passion jelly.  Both were amazingly delicious!


Friday

Friday Morning we woke up reasonably early so we could start our trek up Diamond Head.  We not only wanted to beat the heat, but needed to beat the crowd looking for parking below.  The hike up Diamond Head wasn't easy and it did take me a bit longer than most people, but unlike others, I didn't turn around and go back, I made it to the top.  It was 1.6 miles of uneven terrain, a 225 foot tunnel where you couldn't see the daylight from the other side and 176 stairs.   The views were spectacular and Jeremy seemed to also be excited that we were in an old military bunker.




The 99 step stair case...



After an appropriate cleansing when we got back to the condo, we met with Jeremy’s friend for lunch.  We went to Jimmy Buffet’s where the food was so-so, but the air conditioning was nice.  We walked into a Lappert’s Hawaii in the Hilton Hawaii Village and got pretty delicious ice cream, then parted ways.  I seem to remember us taking a nap when we got back to the condo as we had been hiking/walking all morning.  For dinner we ventured to the Ala Moana shopping center to go to California Pizza Kitchen.  While we were waiting for our table I bought my token Bubba Gump Shrimp Company t-shirt since it was right across the from CPK.

Best Wednesday Ever

Today was one of the days I had been most looking forward to.  We got to go on a guided tour of LOST filming locations!  We did the afternoon tour so we did breakfast at the condo, lunch at Lulu’s (have I mentioned I love their guacamole?!?!) and were ready to go by that afternoon.  We went through KOS Hummer Tours (yes we rode around in a hummer) and our guide was awesome.  We stopped at a few places such as Locke’s dad’s house, the spot where Jacob’s house was, the pier and a few other places before we went to Kauloa Ranch; the mecca of filming locations.  While on the ranch, we saw the golf course, the bomb tower, where Hurley’s joyride took place, Richard’s house…I suppose I’ll stop with Lost references and mention the other things.  We saw a dinosaur footprint from Godzilla, the field where the dinosaurs were running Jurassic Park, where Adam Sandler was trying to stop Drew Barrymore in 50 First Dates and where a few scenes of Hawaii Five-0.  Want me to name the best thing I saw on the tour?  I saw the submarine that was “used” to transport people to the island!  Jeremy is still laughing at me because I saw it and started doing a happy dance when I saw it and told him to come with me.





**There will be a whole separate post with just pictures from Lost so be patient.