So, as you've probably heard, the Spartans were pretty much bulldozed last night by the Tarheels. It was a little hard to watch, but at the end of the day, everybody played their best, and someone had to win; unfortunately, it just wasn't us. But I'm still wearing my Spartan green today to show a little love to MSU.
As soon as I went to bed last night (I couldn't bear to watch the game to the end), I started to feel some pretty bad, tight pains in my lower abdominal area. I remember from my birth class that the Braxton-Hicks contractions are usually higher up and painless; real contractions are usually lower and more painful. I started to get nervous. I absolutely cannot have this kid with Adam still out of town. Even if it means crossing my legs and biting on rags for the next 2 1/2 weeks, this baby is staying inside of me if I have anything to say about it. But, honestly, I was getting scared; no matter which way I turned, my lower abdominal region was sore. Hoping against hope that it was just the Braxton-Hicks, I decided to change positions, which is one way to help ease that type of contractions. As soon as I sat up, the pain and the tightness went away. I felt myself calm down, and after gathering my druthers, I was able to lie back down and rest. I suppose baby decided to deliver some sympathy pains last night in support of the Spartans.
As I've said in the past, I've also been plagued by violent, graphic or just plain weird dreams during this gestation period. Last night, I'm sure in reference to my fears of early labor, I had a pretty vivid dream of having the baby. I don't recall actually giving birth (that part is usually glossed over in my dreams), but I do remember the immediate aftermath of the delivery. Adam was there, and we were both shocked that we'd had a home birth unattended by the midwives. I just remember carrying the baby around, in complete awe that it was really here, and then thinking that I'd have to call into work to tell them that I'd be coming in late that morning. After awhile, I remembered that maybe I should get the kid to nurse, and it latched on right away. Ads and I were lying on the couch next to each other, and I was quietly trying to get his attention so he could witness our baby's first meal; he was instead distracted by a program on TV and I was getting a little pissy about that. Anyway, it was only after the kid stopped nursing that I finally remembered that I should ask if it was a girl or boy; Adam hadn't thought to look before then either! So I held the baby up so he could check and he confirmed that it was a girl. We smiled and tried to decide which of the names that we've come up with we'd actually use. Shortly thereafter, I started getting panicky about going to work, then realized, "hey, I just had a baby this morning...I think they'll understand if I don't come in today!" So, I confidently picked up the phone and called out of work for the day. Funny how calling the midwife never occurred to either of us...dreams!
One other weird piece--Greg House (my cat) was my old college friend Dave, and as he started to walk down the basement to use the litter box, I wondered why on earth he couldn't clean the darn thing himself, especially considering I had my hands full now.
So, Adam is due home in about 18 days, which is nothing in the grand scheme. If a delivery weren't looming on the horizon, I probably would be kicking up my girlish heels and doing all sorts of stuff with the ladies before the hubby returned. But things are different now; I don't feel like being independent anymore, I just want him home again. It's become increasingly difficult to clean Dave's--I mean Greg House's--litter box.
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That's funny about remembering to get the baby to nurse - it only took me a second, but that's exactly what happened to me. Once I was done getting put back together after my c-section and they took me to the recovery room, they brought Max in and I was holding him and not really getting the fact that he was mine. I then saidn, "Oh yeah! I'm supposed to nurse him now!" He latched on easily. Oh, here's a tip for you - when you nurse the first couple days, your baby DOES NOT KNOW to pull his head back if he needs a breath! I thought he would just do that instinctively and Matt was like, "Are his ears turning blue??" He was eating and his little nose was smooshed into my boob and he couldn't breathe! After that I knew I might have to make an air pocket available to him when he nursed!
That's so bizarre! Little things that you wouldn't even think to consider...Adam also keeps saying, "don't babies just have the instinct to nurse?" He doesn't understand why there might be problems. Although I am a definite believer in all things au natural, I recognize that they don't always work out that way, and nature might need a little help sometimes. That's why we're registered for a breast-feeding support group on top of the birth classes!
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