The last two weeks leading up to Finn's arrival were miserable.
I did have a baby shower on my last day of work that was great!
My wonderful coworkers got us the travel system off our registry, and a few other things we needed!
It was really sad to leave the Y, but I knew that I would be having my baby boy soon, and I needed to rest up before i did!
So I stayed home and rested, and it was good that I did, because I only got more miserable and swollen every day. I could not sleep unless I was extremely propped up in bed on a gazillion pillows, and my stomach hurt more and more. I lived in pajamas and a bath robe. I gained 6 pounds in the last week and the Dr thought most of it was swelling. So needless to say, I was ready to get this kid out!
Sunday after I quit the Y, I woke up and apparently had an allergic reaction to something in my sleep, and my throat was swelling. So out of concern for Finn and the pregnancy, I went to the ER and got a shot of benadryl and a steroid shot too.
I really haven't told too many people about the next few days, simply so I could have the last few days in peace without everyone worrying.
So hours after I was discharged from the ER I started having contractions. They got to be 5 minutes apart, so that next morning I went to Labor and delivery. The contractions were monitored for about two hours and they got as close as 4 minutes apart, and i was sent home to wait. By that evening the contractions weren't regular. The whole week was full of contractions but no progress. I even had my Doctor check me to see how dilated I was at my last appointment, and it was still 1cm, and with all the swelling in my stomach, the Dr ordered an ultrasound to be sure the baby wasn't too big, and that it was just swelling.
My due date came and went.
So the next Monday Ben and I went to the ultrasound appointment and I was completely shocked when the ultrasound showed that he was estimated to be 10 pounds 14 ounces, give or take a pound. I cried on the way out the door. I cried all the way to my Mom's job. And I cried while she and Ben tried to calm me down. I knew that with an estimate that big, even a pound off, meant that I probably wouldn't be able to have a vaginal birth.
I put everything into this perfect plan for a vaginal birth. The option or likelihood of a c-section was so far back in my mind, that I was not prepared for it at all.
My next appointment was scheduled for Thursday, but Tuesday I went ahead and called the Dr and she agreed that it would be the safest for Finn and for me, and I could have the surgery on Wednesday morning. So an hour after I called her, I went in for pre-op. Ben started his maternity leave, and we informed everyone of the c-section, bought some gowns, and got last minute house things done and went to bed.
To be continued...
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