Pregnancy weeks 36-39

Well, I debated posting any of these, at it is clear the last few weeks I carry all in my nose.  Seriously, some people are all belly...by the end I am all face.  It's great. Not. Anyway, seeing as I actually kept up with each week the whole pregnancy I figured I better do the last couple weeks of pictures. 

My contractions started up around 36 weeks this time and I wondered if I would meet Chloe even sooner than I met Peter.  But know, I just had consistent Braxton hicks for almost a month.  That got old fast, but I was hopeful it meant that this time my body would actually get the memo and go into labor like it was supposed to this time.  But it was exhausting!  Or maybe it was the fact that my to-do list before Chloe came was insanely long.  I repainted trim, walls, patched a hole, spray painted things, cleaned everywhere, set up furniture, vacuumed the car not once but twice...and Peter's list was just as long and he was awesome at helping finish everything up.  And then do some of the stuff again once I realized my contractions were just practice.

36 weeks: Try to look beyond the nose and see the belly.  If you can.

37 weeks: You can tell the only angle that looked okay was the birds-eye view.  Seriously look how low the doorknob is.  I think Peter was standing on a ladder to get this picture's approval.

Everyone I see tells me I've dropped this week.  It's like you're glad it's true because it means there's progress, but the hundredth time you hear it you realize you must look ridiculous.  Yup.  The baby looked like she was literally going to fall out. How low can you go, Chloe?

I am starting to look tired here- either from the lack of sleep because of the huge watermelon I have glued to me, or because of my non-stop nesting coupled with crazy contractions.  This week is when I started thinking maybe she wasn't ever going to come. But this was also the week I hoped she'd stay put- all my well-laid plans for child-care, Grammy's visit, and my friend to be my doula would be a lot trickier this week.  Everyone said, "you know she'll come if she's not supposed to this week." 

She didn't.

I look like a giant Blueberry, like on willie wonka.  Lovely.

39 weeks!  I actually made myself stop nesting towards the end of the 38th week because I was so tired and I read somewhere on the internet so it MUST be true, that you can kind of reset your contractions if you go completely quiet for a day or two.  It was worth the try. It actually seemed to work, because Sunday was the start of the 39th week and I felt good enough to walk almost 4 miles roundtrip to Sonic and back after church, and then...you will have to read Chloe's birth story to hear the rest of what happened!

Baby P's Birth Story

Who doesn't love a birth story? Ok, actually there's probably not as many people scouring the Internet for birthing stories as I think- but can ya blame me for loving to read them - I'm 39 weeks pregnant waiting for my baby girl to make her arrival and of course the subject is on my mind pretty often right now!

I like to read the birth stories where everything turned out painless and perfect- yeah, but I'm having trouble finding those... My birth story with my son wasn't one of them, either. And I realized I have never posted it. 

So, here goes. If you don't care to read birth stories, you're welcome to walk away now. I won't be offended. But if you're 39 weeks pregnant and looking for a distraction and encouragement that eventually you will have a baby in your arms...then read on! If you are leaving now, I will show you a peek at the end of the story via this cute picture of his little self. 

May 22nd 

8:15am water broke at 38 weeks while I was laying in bed telling Peter that my due date would probably be moved to September at my appointment that day. I had not felt good the night before. Around 4pm I got diarrhea and felt off and very hot. The night before I had walked 1 1/2 miles and bounced on my ball for close to an hour. At first it felt like I was peeing but it kept coming in little bursts and when I got up to go to the bathroom my shorts were soaked with clear liquid. It kept coming more and I laid back down so it didn't stop. I soaked a towel and was pretty sure then my water broke. I called mom to give her a heads up to head this way. I had a big gush a few minutes later. I called the dr and he told me to try to be to the hospital by 10, after I showered. Well I wasn't packed at all and I had just washed but not folded the baby's laundry and there was no crib set up and we had to move around all the bedroom furniture. So we didn't leave for the hospital until 11:15, arrived around 11:45. Stephen set up the crib and rachel helped me fold and pack while Peter scurried about. I felt really excited to meet poppy and find out if its a girl/boy and also to miss out on 2-3 weeks of being enormous and uncomfortable. I didn't feel any contractions...I wished I did, but nothing. 

11:45am They just told me all the rooms are full right now so I have to sit here and wait. I'm staaaaarving.  Leaking fluid still. Hoping I've dilated and effaced some. Peter ran to Walgreens and got me some crackers. Did you know saltine makes Unsalted saltine crackers? Why bother! Those were the kind he accidentally grabbed. Who knew?!

2:00pm I'm in my room now. The bad news is I wasn't dilated or effaced at all so they induced me- just now started my pitocin. They also put a catheter in my cervix that is like a balloon to help me efface. That hurt! :P looks like I have a long way to go. Can't walk right now bc of the catheter. :-( 

3:15 contractions are 3-4 minutes apart. Hurting. 

4:00 pm So discouraged. :-( contractions are coming so fast and stuff and my cervix balloon popped and they rechecked me and I'm only 1 cm and still not effaced. 

Grammy got here! (She drove from Rochester to NYC in record time!) 

6:40 The baby's heart rate was not responding well to my contractions so they had to stop my pitocin for now.  Praying things will be able to start back up and the baby will not be distressed. Don't want to end up with a c section. Got put on oxygen. 

7:00pm got rechecked- still only one cm, was up to 12 pitocin. Asked if we wanted to try the pitocin again or opt for a c-section. I'm still very relaxed and calm, the contractions pretty much stopped when they stopped my pitocin. We decided to start up again as they watch the baby's heart rate, they started me at half the pitocin. 

7:20 contracting a lot again but baby's heart rate seems a little goofy. They just stopped the pitocin again bc the baby's heart rate is going down with every contraction. :-( isn't looking good. Come on poppy. Not progressing and not handling contractions well... 

The dr decided by around 7:30 that we were getting a csection. I felt a mixture of relief from not having to keep trying to progress but really disappointed too. They came in to explain the anesthesia to me and I cried when I knew I wouldn't hold baby right away. We moved rooms into the OR and they prepped me. 

8:18pm (Peter writing) they are giving her the anesthesia now --- should be going into surgery in just a few minutes. Even though this isn't want we wanted, we are still so thankful that so far the baby is fine and that we have a good doctor.  So excited to meet poppy!!!! ( the nickname we have the baby)

The needle in my back hurt really bad, and I wish Peter could have been there for that part. My legs felt numb immediately and I started shaking pretty bad and crying a little- nerves and being scared and disappointed that I had to have surgery. Couldn't believe I would know so soon if poppy was a boy or girl. Peter was finally allowed in- I didn't recognize him in the scrubs at first. I felt so much better when I could hold his hand. I could feel quite a bit of tugging when they started pulling the baby out- had to do my Lamaze breathing for probably 3 minutes.

8:39 pmThen they said- it's a boy!!!!! And he cried. Cutest cry I have ever heard. He has a huge mouth! He weighs 6 lbs 5 oz- little peanut!  I wanted to hold him so bad. I'm so glad I could be awake to see him. Peter brought him to me as soon as he could- and we laid with our cheeks together and sang to him and Peter prayed over him and we talked. He seems peaceful. And he's cute. I didn't expect a cute one- but he's a pretty cute bald little baby!!

Poppy got greeted by Grammy and grandma and grandpa Montoro.  Everyone agrees he's adorable and soooo cute! 

Tried nursing him around ten and the first time he seemed too sleepy but then ten minutes later he had his mouth wide open and latched right on. Doesn't seem like he gets a ton but he sucks and swallows and then seems content. I love feeding him. It is an amazing feeling! 

While I was waiting to feel my toes again there was a horrible emergency csection going on- a lady hemmorhaging with her 32 week baby and needing blood transfusions, etc due to placenta previa. It made me realize that even though I wouldn't have picked the c section I am so blessed to have a healthy beautiful little boy and no complications- no kidney issues or cysts on brain, etc. God is good to me. Because of the emergency we ended up waiting to come up to our room until midnight. Then poppy had to leave mommy for his long bath and checkup. 

I have been sooo hungry and thirsty. I finally guzzled a Gatorade in about 3 minutes. Then I threw the whole thing up. Guess I shoulda paced myself. Around 1:30 am I graduated from ice chips to apple juice and water. 

Now it's 6:40am, May 23rd and I never fell asleep. Poppy wasn't allowed to stay with me my first night but I couldn't sleep without him. They finally brought him to me hungry around 5:15 after he had his first poopy blowout diaper! And he's had wet ones- so he has been getting my colostrum. Yay. My body is very sore this morning. Wishing I coulda slept a little but I was so hot and sweaty and couldn't relax without my baby. 

Love in a bean bag

What does love feel like? What does it look like? Is there any way to actually describe it in a few words or less? I don't think so. But you know it when you see it. I found it in a bean bag...actually in the filling up of a bean bag. 

Our family time was rushed last night, because I got home late from a dr appointment and consequently peter got back to his studies later than he planned. I'm still nesting pretty bad and so I decided to fill up my newborn poser with 4 boxes of filler to be able to cross it off my list. I read that it could be messy so I decided to do it out in the garage. 

As soon as I tried to do it myself I realized I had bitten off more than I could chew- bean bag filler started going everywhere. I mean EVERYWHERE. Apparently there was a hole in the top part of the giant bag and they were flying out of there faster than I could try to get some to come out of the actual hole I had made. It was kind of a disaster. 

Peter happened to walk by the garage while I was attempting to not lose every bean from that bag- and he put his book down and came over to help even though he was already behind. He took over from there- I don't know how or why I thought I could do this myself!! He emptied the rest of the initial bag into the poser and I attempted to clean up some of the hundreds of sticky, static-y beans I had spilled, and the wind was blowing into the garage and spreading them all over. Baby Peter thought it was Christmas morning- he was so excited to chase them, stomp on them, and play with them! 

In the mean time, my sweet man started getting out a bunch of supplies and it didn't take me long to realize he was making a giant funnel to finish filling the poser bag. During school time, he willingly and without me asking set his work aside and joined in rescuing me from my project. I fell in love a little more with him. 

He diligently worked on his giant funnel and soon had it ready to fill. I wish I could have gotten a picture of me the teamwork it took. He would fill the funnel reservoir, then hold it up while I shook the poser and helped direct the beans into it. It worked really well and we wasted wayyyy less beans from the next three bags. Even though I was so impressed with the funnel masterpiece I was more overwhelmed and impressed by how loved I felt! I don't have to nag or beg for my sweetheart's help- lately I have had so many projects as my nesting mommy's heart prepares for baby and peter has SO kindly and sympathetically taken my projects and urgent "to do's" as his own. From shampooing carpets to moving furniture...he has been a huge support and I'm so grateful for the loving husband he is. 

We finally got our bean bag poser filled and father and son had fun testing it out. :-) 

My heart was filled to the brim and I fell in love all over again. So thankful for the love I found in a bean bag! 

Pregnancy weeks 31-35

Still on my house cleaning schedule at 32 weeks, but I'm starting to feel too big to scrub bathtubs. Haha. 

We also got to see our baby girl again at an ultrasound they wanted to do because I have IBS. Everything looks good and chloe is measuring a week big! At 32 weeks she is breech, so we are praying she turns around.  

At 33 1/2 weeks I got the flu that I blogged about and it lasted until past 35 weeks. Ugh it was awful. My google searches included "can you break your water coughing" and other fun things like that. 

34 weeks was spent on the couch feeling miserable together. Chloe took full advantage of me sitting around and went on a crazy growth spurt. She seems huge! She made a nice pillow for poor, sick big brother. 

Back to normal life a little bit in my 35th week. And thanks to being so sick, I'm still only up 23 pounds! It was my last week house cleaning- I made it through 3 days of cleaning, a Mens advance meeting, and nesting like crazy. Peter and I tackled a bunch of big house projects that are on my to do list before chloe comes- so we emptied closets, cleaned the car out, shampooed carpets, even got our bed fixed and not in the middle of the room (long story!) and various other projects to start preparing for her arrival. I've been having a lot of Braxton hicks and I think some real contractions also, plus all the other enjoyable comforts of being this huge. So excited I will only have one more blog post after this until we get to meet her! 

Week 35 I also got my baby shower thrown by my sweet friends here. It was gorgeous. Blog post to come on that! 

The flu

Just two little three letter words that can wreak havoc and make you bark like a dog, sweat like a pig, and hurt like I don't know what. The flu. 

I have no idea where I found this flu...no one that I have heard of recently has had it, but it's probably better this way. If I could trace the germ-sharer down it may end bad for both of us!! This is like the evil grandmother of all flus...or maybe it's the fact that I'm 34 weeks pregnant while getting it but wow it has been rough! 

Thursday morning I cleaned a clients house with my friend Jen- she is going to substitute for me while I'm on maternity leave. Well, that went fine besides my normal discomfort of cleaning this far along. I got home and laid down for a nap because my inlaws were going to be visiting that evening- I already had dinner in the crockpot and just needed to do a few finishing touches on the house. Well when I woke up from my nap, I felt worse than before I laid and down and noted having a bad headache. Ugh.

I got up and finished the house and felt pretty awful, but I thought I was just tired. Around 6 our family got here and we enjoyed a great time with the 17 of us. Grandpa Montoro brought bubbles for the kids and it was a huge hit with baby peter!! By the time dinner ended I could barely put weight on my feet, I was like whatt in the world?!? So for the rest of the night I sat, and probably looked like a lazy bum but I was having a hard time even being in an upright position. We all said our goodbyes around 10 and when our house was quiet again I realized how awful I was really feeling. And the thought crossed my mind. The flu. I think I'm getting the flu. Haven't had one in years but you never forget those aches from a full-blown flu! By the time I was ready for bed I was so achy in my legs that I had to sit up and try to sleep the whole night between struggling with my high fever and very angry heartburn. Drag that on for four days (and counting) and add miserable headache, horrible eye aches, ear pain, sore throat, a cough that pretends I still have abs..., a scare on Friday because poor traumatized chloe was hardly moving. It's been quite the flu. 

Plus baby peter was up a ton on Saturday night and seems to have now caught this horrible thing also. Which seemed like a bad thing. Until Sunday happened. Sunday we both stayed in our Jammies all day and coughed our lungs out together. We got checked on often by daddy who has been the BEST nurse through all of this. Constantly providing drinks, food, medicine, comfort, even pretty flowers!, cleaning the house, and watching little son so I could sleep. 

Anyway, Sunday proved to be a really special day for me and my little guy. He isn't super snuggly for the most part, but when he's sick he wants his mama and he wants to cuddle. This worked well because I was laying on the couch all day anyway. We did some quiet activities- like reading together, looking through pictures, bubbles, him honing his harmonica skills (a less than quiet activity), but by evening time all he wanted to do was cuddle. And we did. And it was then it hit me....this may be one of my little 21 month year old's and my last opportunity to do this before we introduce a new little cuddle bug into the picture. That made me super sentimental. And a little overwhelmed...how do mommies survive illness with 2 kids?!?! Scary thought. It was then I decided to savor the sick moments, and every moment of these last few precious weeks of being a mommy to one sweet little boy before the excitement and beautiful chaos of bringing home another baby permanently changes our family dynamic. I won't let the flu steal that from me! 

Pregnancy week 26-30

I used to count on January to be the slow month, the uneventful month.  But for some reason this January just seemed to disappear, as well as weeks 26-30 of this pregnancy.  We brought in the New Year with a dreadful stomach bug as we said goodbye to Papa, and I was also met with some strong nesting urges as I recovered from said vicious bug.  I washed every piece of bedding in the house, organized cupboards and closets, and started pulling out some little tiny baby girl clothes to get ready.                         As much as I wanted to make both of our hospital bags to feel "ready," I figured I better pace myself. As fast as these 5 weeks went, I still have a pretty good chunk of time left.

(I added my first pink object this month- Chloe's dresser!

Note perfectly organized closet...for once.) 

I think Chloe's growth spurt was just as epic as my nesting- she grew a TON these past weeks, and from the feel of her strong kicks and wiggles, I can tell she is preparing to meet us, too.  My ribs can testify.

Week 26

(nesting must have ended by this point, note messy counter and unmade bed.)

Thankfully, the carpal tunnel didn't last long and was pretty much totally better by week 28.

Had my glucose test this week and they tested my anemia again.  This started quite the saga, as I resumed taking iron pills and it made my IBS flare up really bad and I felt MISERABLE...so I stopped taking the iron, it just isn't worth it right now.

I turned 28 this week, also!  I celebrated by accidentally highlighting my hair a little blonder than I meant to be...oops!

Got pinkeye this week, and so I had the honor of wearing my nerd glasses for 2 weeks.  Ugh!

We are starting to add to her collection of stuff to prepare for her arrival- some of these little outfits make me DIE to meet her!!  I can't wait.  

Birthday gifts from sweet friends of mine- that pink ruffle dress and the chevron blanket.  Sigh.  Ten more weeks!!!

I splurged at Target (famous last words) and got Chloe her coming home from the hospital outfit on the left.  It's so cute and teeny.  She better not bypass the NB size!

One month of devotions

We decided January first was a perfect day to start including our little guy in family devotion time and also start training him to sit still in his own little chair. It has made for some of the sweetest moments in our day for sure. When we tell him it's Bible time he runs and drags over his little seat, and then mid-month he started wearing his little "bible hat" from Grammy. Then he sits and asks for his Bible from grandma and grandpa Montoro and tries to read it...and sometimes eat it, balance it on his head, etc...

I look forward to the time each night and he has done really well with learning to pay attention. I on the other hand have been distracted by taking pics a few times as you can tell... 😃

Nugget

It was getting close to the BIG ultrasound for our little nugget. We have a strict policy that we don't EVER find out what we are having...well at least that's what we thought was our strict policy. As time got closer to our 18 week appointment I found it harder and harder this time to not find out. Lame, I know! But I couldn't stop thinking pink with how different my pregnancy has been...so if it was blue in my growing bump I really wanted to know. It didn't help that one of my besties was here the week I was second guessing my strict "policy" and she encouraged me to find out. And the husband was pretty easily convinced after the tenth time I begged, too. Haha. 

We decided to keep it a surprise that we were finding out- I thought it would be fun to just announce "it's a ______" so we kept it under our hat the last two weeks. 

Well, yesterday was the big day. I couldn't sleep! I had dreams that my brother ruined my surprise by eating my cupcakes, that the ultrasound lady wouldn't play along with our secret, etc... 

I left for my appointment which is an hour and a half away at 8 am. First was my regular appointment in the morning, then lunch with my newly married sister in law, then go back to the hospital in the afternoon at 2:30 for the ultrasound. 

Well because it was going to be such a long day, the husband and baby couldn't come. 

(Him being super cute at devins house) 

Baby Peter went to my friend Devins house and because my husband couldn't come I didn't want to find out all alone, so I had the ultrasound lady text Devin who is a crazy good baker. Then when I picked baby Peter up I would bring our chocolate cupcakes home and we would cut them open to see if they had blue or pink filling. 

During the ultrasound the little acrobat inside me wasn't cooperating at first. Nugget was curled into a tight ball with feet over head. It was really funny! 

After a while I got up and moved around hoping it would encourage baby to so the same and it worked. When I came back for part 2 I asked Chelsea the ultrasound tech if she knew yet and she said yes. She was perfect and didn't give out any hints. At the right time she had me turn my head and printed out a picture and put it into a sealed envelope and texted Devin and then deleted the text. 

(That profile looks a lot like big brother- big head and forehead!) 

What started next was the longest few hours ever. I had to go pick up a family for our missions conference this week and them start our long journey home. The picture in the envelope was burning a hole in my purse. Ha! It was so fun to have a big secret and surprise to announce soon! When I finally got back home and headed to pick up the baby I asked peter- what do you think, pink or blue? He said pink. I said pink too. 

Then I drove safely and slowly (?) to go pick the baby and the cupcakes up. Right before I got home one of my other besties wrote to me that they were so proud of me for staying strong and not finding out...that it motivated them for next time. Haha. Oops. 

Peter ran out to meet me and grabbed the little guy and I grabbed the cupcard and a present Devin sent home with me to open after the cupcakes. We wasted no time- seeing as it had already taken forever!! 

We cut open our cupcake...and then cut open one more to make sure it wasn't a mistake. 

Pink filling!!!!!! It's a girl!!! 

We can't wait to meet our little Chloe Faith sometime in April! 

We feel so blessed to be given one of each! And I can't wait to get all my little girl clothes ready!! 

(The gift that Devin sent home to open after the cupcakes! Chloe is destined to love chevrons!)