40 weeks

Hurray!  I’ve made it!  Or have I?

Last night I didn’t feel well before bed.  I was feeling sick to my stomach while experiencing a hungry feeling, but not in the mood for anything.  I started getting kind of excited, thinking that it was the onset of labor.  I ate a snack and sat up and waited.  I started feeling better (good or bad?) and went off to bed late, it was after 1 am.

At 3 am, I awoke to Jude getting up and going straight for the bathroom.  He was getting a drink of water.  Hmmm… very strange.  He started moving through the house, turning on the hall light.  I asked him what was going on.  He said that his tonsils hurt and that his teeth were crunchy and he wanted medicine.  Ok?!?!  I thought he was dreaming.  I sat with him in the recliner for awhile trying to get to the bottom of his ailments.  He didn’t have a fever and seemed very much awake.  I walked back with him to his room to tuck him in and next to his bed I stepped in something.  I turned on the light.  Vomit.  Lots of vomit on the carpet, all over his bed.  NO!!!!!!!!!!

I woke Josh up to sit with Jude until I could get the mess cleaned up and laundry started.  Then I sat up with Jude all night in the living room while he threw up about every half hour.  By the time morning rolled around, I knew I was going to need some help.  I called my mommy.  She came and helped me by taking care of Jude while I squeezed an hour nap in before my midwife appointment.  My father-in-law also came to get Jett and dropped off some Pedialyte and Sprite for Jude AND took our laundry with him so he could do it at home on his day off.  What a man!  Are you jealous?  What on earth would we do without the support and help of our family?  I never want to find out.

So, in a stupor, I went to the baby appointment with my midwife alone.  It actually went great.  I had gained a pound, had another excellent blood pressure reading, measured at 40 cms for 40 weeks, baby’s heart rate was low 140s and was having lots of good, normal movement.  She did a pelvic exam which revealed that I’ve not made any progress whatsoever in 4 weeks.  Actually, another midwife who checked me back then called it 2-3 cms dilated, 50% effaced.  Today, this midwife called it 2 cms, 50% effaced.  Not the news I was hoping to hear, but for once I was actually relieved that it didn’t sound like I’d be delivering today.  I don’t think I could handle it today.

I was instructed by the midwife (especially because it’s a little crazy in our house now) to get plenty of rest, drink plenty of water, relax in plenty of warm baths, get plenty of sleep.  Done, done, done and done.  It’s awesome knowing I have help if I need it.  I just want to rest and wait, wait and rest.

Before I left the office, I made that dreaded 41 week appointment for next Wednesday to discuss inducement should we have to come to that.  I’d honestly prefer not to at all this time.  If everything and everyone is normal and healthy, I just want to wait for him to come.  But, I don’t want the baby getting too huge either.  I know it’ll all work out – there is no use worrying about it, it WILL happen one way or another.

As for Jude, he’d been consistently vomiting every half hour until about 1 pm.  About an hour after that he fell asleep and is still asleep at the time I’m writing this.  I hope that’s just what he needs to kick this bug to the curb.  And Jett, oh Jett, please stay healthy!