So tonight we got to hang out with some old friends. They've been gone since February or March, deployed in Iraq. I was reminded again of how strange, or different, it is to be in the military. One of the guys said tonight that its weird being back stateside, and that he feels like he's missed so much. I imagine it feels almost like you don't fit in.
Its hard to come back after being away for almost 9 months to a job that you used to do, with new employees and supervisors. Think about it, you go to a new country and work with new people, new rules, and a different routine. You have to adjust to all those things, and then come back and readjust. Over and over again. I know that they make sacrifices, but you don't always think of those types of things.
Its hard too, watching people come and go. Part of you doesn't want to make relationships and grow attached, just to watch them leave. Not only do people deploy, but they're often stationed further away. But then, would you rather be lonely?
Its a tough way to live. But I see my husband slowly becoming bolder; its much easier for him to talk to the "new guys" and befriend strangers. For that, I am thankful. And I'm so very, very proud of him. He chose this lifestyle, and we're staying with it for Abigail. Its something that he's very proud of. And its made him more responsible, and very goal oriented.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Four weeks old today!
Abigail is already a month old. I don't even know how that's possible! I swear, it was just yesterday that I was holding her in my arms for the very first time, staring into this stranger's face and seeing my whole world change.
She's doing wonderful, just so you know. Eating, sleeping, doing all the normal baby stuff. She holds her head up so well now! And she tries to roll over when she's on her tummy; I expect her to go all the way in a few weeks... She's still a petite little girl, I think she'll be built like mommy her whole life. I love it though. And she's smiling! Last night Matthew and I were talking to her, and she was dozing off but still giving us little sideways smirks. It was so cool to see her respond to us with facial expressions.
Grandma and Grandpa Storey got to come visit her for a couple days. It was good to see them, but it sure makes my husband homesick! I feel the same way when my family leaves us; that intense desire to just be back home with them. But we'll be home in about 4 weeks for Thanksgiving, which is pretty dang exciting.
The breastfeeding thing has failed considerably. I'm now exclusively pumping, and very proud of it! She gets formula at night, but I'm hoping that tonight will be the last time we supplement. She's still getting mostly breast milk, and even if I can't pump for the next year (which is my goal), I know that being fed breast milk for her first month of life is still a great thing. Its still much better than all formula, and I'm glad to work extra hard to make sure she's healthy. The pumping thing is hard... I have to pump about 10 times a day, and its hard to find time for it! Its not like you can hold a baby while doing it... so I have to wait until she's asleep. But sometimes she wakes up and I have to stop and go back to it later. Its frustrating sometimes, and exhausting. Especially when I have to get up in the middle of the night (after Abigail eats) and spend 30-40 minutes sitting upstairs. But again, so worth it. I'm really hoping I can up my supply just a little bit more, and will be able to start freezing some milk. Crossing my fingers, and praying that God keeps my supply up. It is a little crazy that even as Abigail begins to eat more, my body automatically produces more milk, even though she isn't at the breast asking for more.
She's really learned how to control her tongue today too! She plays with it all the time, sticking it in and out and opening and closing her mouth. Its so cute! I love watching her learn new things, and take in everything. She absorbs everything she sees and hears, and I love it! Its so amazing be able to watch first hand as she discovers something new. She really likes to look out or big window in the living room. There are trees right outside that are changing colors, and always moving a little with the breeze. Abigail discovered the mobile on her swing for the first time today too. She thought that was pretty cool!
I have such high hopes for her, so many plans for her future... I want to make at least some of her baby food, and the desire of my heart is to home school now. How can you not want to teach your children everything yourself? How can you not want to watch them get something for the first time? I don't want to miss out on anything!
Keep up the prayers. Being a mom is the best thing in the world, but also very tiring and emotional sometimes. Matthew is still such a HUGE help. Just today he came home for lunch and spent the whole time watching and taking care of her while I pumped, ate, and nursed my headache. He always gets up in the night when I ask him to, which isn't very often because I know he has to get up early for P.T. and work.
I can't get over how beautiful, and utterly perfect she is. I just can't believe it... I'm a parent now. And its the greatest feeling in the world. I know that this wasn't planned, and I was so scared and overwhelmed when I found out I was expecting. But now? God never gives us more than we can handle. He blessed us with the perfect first child. We're the perfect parents for her, and she's the perfect daughter for us. I really plan to live up to my part of this; I want to be as great a mother as my mom was. I want her to feel like she can come to me with anything, I want her to want to come to me when anything new in her life happens. My mom is one of my best friends, and I hope some day that little Abby Ren can say the same thing.
She's doing wonderful, just so you know. Eating, sleeping, doing all the normal baby stuff. She holds her head up so well now! And she tries to roll over when she's on her tummy; I expect her to go all the way in a few weeks... She's still a petite little girl, I think she'll be built like mommy her whole life. I love it though. And she's smiling! Last night Matthew and I were talking to her, and she was dozing off but still giving us little sideways smirks. It was so cool to see her respond to us with facial expressions.
Grandma and Grandpa Storey got to come visit her for a couple days. It was good to see them, but it sure makes my husband homesick! I feel the same way when my family leaves us; that intense desire to just be back home with them. But we'll be home in about 4 weeks for Thanksgiving, which is pretty dang exciting.
The breastfeeding thing has failed considerably. I'm now exclusively pumping, and very proud of it! She gets formula at night, but I'm hoping that tonight will be the last time we supplement. She's still getting mostly breast milk, and even if I can't pump for the next year (which is my goal), I know that being fed breast milk for her first month of life is still a great thing. Its still much better than all formula, and I'm glad to work extra hard to make sure she's healthy. The pumping thing is hard... I have to pump about 10 times a day, and its hard to find time for it! Its not like you can hold a baby while doing it... so I have to wait until she's asleep. But sometimes she wakes up and I have to stop and go back to it later. Its frustrating sometimes, and exhausting. Especially when I have to get up in the middle of the night (after Abigail eats) and spend 30-40 minutes sitting upstairs. But again, so worth it. I'm really hoping I can up my supply just a little bit more, and will be able to start freezing some milk. Crossing my fingers, and praying that God keeps my supply up. It is a little crazy that even as Abigail begins to eat more, my body automatically produces more milk, even though she isn't at the breast asking for more.
She's really learned how to control her tongue today too! She plays with it all the time, sticking it in and out and opening and closing her mouth. Its so cute! I love watching her learn new things, and take in everything. She absorbs everything she sees and hears, and I love it! Its so amazing be able to watch first hand as she discovers something new. She really likes to look out or big window in the living room. There are trees right outside that are changing colors, and always moving a little with the breeze. Abigail discovered the mobile on her swing for the first time today too. She thought that was pretty cool!
I have such high hopes for her, so many plans for her future... I want to make at least some of her baby food, and the desire of my heart is to home school now. How can you not want to teach your children everything yourself? How can you not want to watch them get something for the first time? I don't want to miss out on anything!
Keep up the prayers. Being a mom is the best thing in the world, but also very tiring and emotional sometimes. Matthew is still such a HUGE help. Just today he came home for lunch and spent the whole time watching and taking care of her while I pumped, ate, and nursed my headache. He always gets up in the night when I ask him to, which isn't very often because I know he has to get up early for P.T. and work.
I can't get over how beautiful, and utterly perfect she is. I just can't believe it... I'm a parent now. And its the greatest feeling in the world. I know that this wasn't planned, and I was so scared and overwhelmed when I found out I was expecting. But now? God never gives us more than we can handle. He blessed us with the perfect first child. We're the perfect parents for her, and she's the perfect daughter for us. I really plan to live up to my part of this; I want to be as great a mother as my mom was. I want her to feel like she can come to me with anything, I want her to want to come to me when anything new in her life happens. My mom is one of my best friends, and I hope some day that little Abby Ren can say the same thing.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
10 days old already!
Well, little Abby Ren is ten days old. I can't believe how quickly its gone by already... I thought I should give you guys an update, and try to write down some stuff now, while its fresh in my mind.
Abigail is such a good baby! She just sleeps all the time, wakes up to eat, we change her diaper, and she's off to bed again. At night she sleeps for 4 to 5 hours before waking up for some food. She's eating enough during the daytime, that we don't have to wake her every 3 hours at night. Which is a huge blessing!
Matthew has been such a great help, he gets up to warm her bottles, and changes almost every diaper. He just loves her so much. He holds her every chance he gets (even while playing xbox; she sleeps on his chest and he just focuses on the TV). Its so cute, how attached he is to her. And she just adores him! He always calms her down, and she just watches him like he's the coolest thing she's ever seen.
We're still trying to breastfeed. I'm torn with it. Its emotionally draining. Abby lays in my arms and screams, crying so hard, because she can't seem to latch on. And it kills me. I know whats wrong, and I can't fix it. So she's still eating from bottles, and I'm pumping when she refuses to take the breast. For some reason I just can't give it up yet... Matthew is trying so hard to be encouraging, and we really don't want to go to formula. It makes her tummy a little upset, I think. She spits up a lot more from it, I know that. Sometimes she does GREAT at a feeding-like at the last one she ate just from me, no bottle or anything! But then, sometimes she won't latch on at all, she'll just start crying right away. I ordered a breast shield, and we're going to see if that helps. I don't know if she just has nipple confusion, or what. All I know is I want this to work. I want the absolute best for her.
Its hard, to think that I can't provide for her like I should. I feel like a bad mom. This is my job, my whole purpose. I'm her mother, I should be able to feed her. But I can't. Not like I should be able to, anyway. I mean; my body is producing milk, and so far seems to be keeping up with her demands pretty well. But she just doesn't take to the breast like she should... we can't seem to get it right. And I don't know if I'm holding her wrong. Is she too high, or too low? Maybe she's not lined up right or something. We just... we keep trying. At every feeding, I put her to me first, and then give her a bottle if it doesn't work. I just don't want to give it up too soon and then regret it. I mean, she could still get the hang of it. Some babies take up to six weeks before they really learn how to latch on right. Six weeks! I don't know if I can take it for that much longer, but I know for Abby's sake I'm willing to try. She's worth it.
Other than that, we don't have a whole lot of news. Hades just adores the baby, by the way. Every time she cries he's right there, to see what's wrong. And he loves the way she smells! When she sleeps in her swing or bouncy, he has to lay next to her. And anytime she makes a noise or moves around, he pops his head up to watch. Oh sure, he's clumsy. He hit her head with is paw while she was laying on the floor today. But Abby is tough, she didn't even cry. We're still teaching him to not jump up while we're holding her, or while she's laying on the changing table. He just has to watch everything!
Jafar, really could care less. The sound doesn't bother him, and he's not interested in her smell or what she's doing.
Its so weird to think that we're a family. In the mornings, before we get up to start our day, we lay Abigail in bed between the two of us and just watch her. Usually she's awake, and just looks back and forth at the two of us. But sometimes she's sleeping, and we can laugh at her funny faces. That has to be the best part of the day. It hits me all over again that I'm not only a wife, but a mother. I have a little girl. A perfect, beautiful, healthy little girl. And I'd go through hell for her. I'd go through that pregnancy again in a heartbeat, for her. Or for another baby, maybe, a few years down the road... We'll see. We just had this one, so maybe planning for the next step is a little crazy. But hey, I'm obviously not a patient person, and I'm clearly a little crazy! C'mon, married at 18, baby a year later? There's gotta be something coming up, to keep us and our families on our toes!
Abigail is such a good baby! She just sleeps all the time, wakes up to eat, we change her diaper, and she's off to bed again. At night she sleeps for 4 to 5 hours before waking up for some food. She's eating enough during the daytime, that we don't have to wake her every 3 hours at night. Which is a huge blessing!
Matthew has been such a great help, he gets up to warm her bottles, and changes almost every diaper. He just loves her so much. He holds her every chance he gets (even while playing xbox; she sleeps on his chest and he just focuses on the TV). Its so cute, how attached he is to her. And she just adores him! He always calms her down, and she just watches him like he's the coolest thing she's ever seen.
We're still trying to breastfeed. I'm torn with it. Its emotionally draining. Abby lays in my arms and screams, crying so hard, because she can't seem to latch on. And it kills me. I know whats wrong, and I can't fix it. So she's still eating from bottles, and I'm pumping when she refuses to take the breast. For some reason I just can't give it up yet... Matthew is trying so hard to be encouraging, and we really don't want to go to formula. It makes her tummy a little upset, I think. She spits up a lot more from it, I know that. Sometimes she does GREAT at a feeding-like at the last one she ate just from me, no bottle or anything! But then, sometimes she won't latch on at all, she'll just start crying right away. I ordered a breast shield, and we're going to see if that helps. I don't know if she just has nipple confusion, or what. All I know is I want this to work. I want the absolute best for her.
Its hard, to think that I can't provide for her like I should. I feel like a bad mom. This is my job, my whole purpose. I'm her mother, I should be able to feed her. But I can't. Not like I should be able to, anyway. I mean; my body is producing milk, and so far seems to be keeping up with her demands pretty well. But she just doesn't take to the breast like she should... we can't seem to get it right. And I don't know if I'm holding her wrong. Is she too high, or too low? Maybe she's not lined up right or something. We just... we keep trying. At every feeding, I put her to me first, and then give her a bottle if it doesn't work. I just don't want to give it up too soon and then regret it. I mean, she could still get the hang of it. Some babies take up to six weeks before they really learn how to latch on right. Six weeks! I don't know if I can take it for that much longer, but I know for Abby's sake I'm willing to try. She's worth it.
Other than that, we don't have a whole lot of news. Hades just adores the baby, by the way. Every time she cries he's right there, to see what's wrong. And he loves the way she smells! When she sleeps in her swing or bouncy, he has to lay next to her. And anytime she makes a noise or moves around, he pops his head up to watch. Oh sure, he's clumsy. He hit her head with is paw while she was laying on the floor today. But Abby is tough, she didn't even cry. We're still teaching him to not jump up while we're holding her, or while she's laying on the changing table. He just has to watch everything!
Jafar, really could care less. The sound doesn't bother him, and he's not interested in her smell or what she's doing.
Its so weird to think that we're a family. In the mornings, before we get up to start our day, we lay Abigail in bed between the two of us and just watch her. Usually she's awake, and just looks back and forth at the two of us. But sometimes she's sleeping, and we can laugh at her funny faces. That has to be the best part of the day. It hits me all over again that I'm not only a wife, but a mother. I have a little girl. A perfect, beautiful, healthy little girl. And I'd go through hell for her. I'd go through that pregnancy again in a heartbeat, for her. Or for another baby, maybe, a few years down the road... We'll see. We just had this one, so maybe planning for the next step is a little crazy. But hey, I'm obviously not a patient person, and I'm clearly a little crazy! C'mon, married at 18, baby a year later? There's gotta be something coming up, to keep us and our families on our toes!
Monday, September 27, 2010
its a girl!
Abigail Renee was born on September 23, 2010 at 10:18 pm, weighing 6 pounds, 12 ounces and 19 inches long! She has a full head of dark hair, and deep blue-grey eyes. She has been such an easy baby so far! I gave birth without any surgery, and very minor tearing. I am so proud of myself for having a vaginal birth (even if I did take an epidural). My husband sat by my side and not only held my leg, but watched our little girl enter into the world. He was a little grossed out, but mostly amazed. He held her first, and she's had him wrapped around her finger ever since. She absolutely loves to sleep on daddy's chest, and always stares up at him when he talks.
She's such an easy baby. She never fusses! She goes to sleep without any problems, and very rarely takes a pacifier. She makes a few noises when she's dirty or hungry, but even then its quiet and calm. We are so incredibly blessed!
I had trouble breast feeding, and now I'm just pumping milk and giving it to her in bottles. We're still trying to get through it, and although its hard I know its worth it. I just want what is best for my darling little girl. Its been frustrating, and quite the experience. Matthew has been so supportive and understanding. He's not being pushy or frustrating or overwhelming at all. He's such a huge help! Even with changing dirty diapers, and getting up in the middle of the night when she fusses. We are both just absolutely in love with our daughter!
She's such an easy baby. She never fusses! She goes to sleep without any problems, and very rarely takes a pacifier. She makes a few noises when she's dirty or hungry, but even then its quiet and calm. We are so incredibly blessed!
I had trouble breast feeding, and now I'm just pumping milk and giving it to her in bottles. We're still trying to get through it, and although its hard I know its worth it. I just want what is best for my darling little girl. Its been frustrating, and quite the experience. Matthew has been so supportive and understanding. He's not being pushy or frustrating or overwhelming at all. He's such a huge help! Even with changing dirty diapers, and getting up in the middle of the night when she fusses. We are both just absolutely in love with our daughter!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
thirty-nine weeks!
This is my last post as a pregnant woman. I call tonight at 11 pm to make sure labor and delivery has a bed for me. If they are able to take me, I sign in to the ER a few minutes after midnight, and they begin to induce. I'm nervous and scared and overwhelmed. I'm excited and anxious and honestly a little bittersweet. No more being pregnant! That's exciting, mostly, but also a little sad. Tonight is my last night with just me and my husband. Last night was our last night to sleep together without a baby in the house. Our dogs know something is going on, they're just as restless as I am.
I feel like I've cleaned everything I can think of, and organized everything that I see. My house is all ready for my family to come, I'm so excited to see them. All that is left is to fold the laundry and vacuum the living room. I even have the couches covered with bed sheets to protect them from my parents dogs! All the linens are cleaned, folded, and waiting for use. Hospital bags are packed, organized, and waiting by the door. Towels are out, waiting for guests. I've dusted and swept and mopped, I even scrubbed all the baseboards!
Prayer requests? 1.) that I kick this cold! I have a rough cough and some drainage. 2.) A successful induction with no complications, and that doesn't end in any surgery. We obviously want a healthy baby, who skips NICU and is discharged with me. We also want a speedy recovery, and an easy transition into parenthood. My parents also need a safe trip up here and back.
I'm so excited, my thoughts are all over the place. It doesn't help that I keep having to stop writing every few seconds to hack up a lung. I'm going to go drink some water and wander around, making sure I can't do anything else. I know I need to rest, and I did get a great night's sleep and a nap around noon. I just can't sit still!
I feel like I've cleaned everything I can think of, and organized everything that I see. My house is all ready for my family to come, I'm so excited to see them. All that is left is to fold the laundry and vacuum the living room. I even have the couches covered with bed sheets to protect them from my parents dogs! All the linens are cleaned, folded, and waiting for use. Hospital bags are packed, organized, and waiting by the door. Towels are out, waiting for guests. I've dusted and swept and mopped, I even scrubbed all the baseboards!
Prayer requests? 1.) that I kick this cold! I have a rough cough and some drainage. 2.) A successful induction with no complications, and that doesn't end in any surgery. We obviously want a healthy baby, who skips NICU and is discharged with me. We also want a speedy recovery, and an easy transition into parenthood. My parents also need a safe trip up here and back.
I'm so excited, my thoughts are all over the place. It doesn't help that I keep having to stop writing every few seconds to hack up a lung. I'm going to go drink some water and wander around, making sure I can't do anything else. I know I need to rest, and I did get a great night's sleep and a nap around noon. I just can't sit still!
Thursday, September 16, 2010
38 weeks
Long story short... the doctor scheduled to induce me early next Thursday. The baby still hasn't gained weight, but the heartbeat is normal and its still moving around. We still don't know what caused the decreas in growth, but we do know that at this point the baby is "ok". Its hard to explain; my body is still supporting the baby-its just not helping like it should. Basically my body, at this point, is doing the bare minimum to keep the Baby hanging on. Or maybe its doing all it can do, and that's just not enough...
Either way, by this time next week I'll be a mom.
That's the hardest thing I've ever had to swallow. Its still sureal. It just hit me today, over and over. There's going to be an infant in this house. A helpless baby, totally dependant on me and my husband. I feel so... incapable. And yet, so ready. I've been trying to prepare for this for the past nine months, and now that its within reach I'm shying away. Part of me wants to panic. I'm barely twenty, I haven't been married much more than a year, and I'm still trying to take care of myself. Let alone my husband. And now, lets add a baby. Part of me looks around and goes "I still can't even keep up with the laundry, how am I supposed to a raise a child?!"
And then part of me goes "this is what I was made to do. This has been my dream, my passion. Ever since I met Matthew all I wanted was to settle down and have a family. I want to be a mom. And God has given me this gift, at the perfect time. Yes, I'm young, and yes, I probably could stand to grow and mature a little bit more. But honestly, God finds me capable. I have to trust that."
Long rant over. Now I'm desperately trying to get the house clean before my family comes. The bathroom downstairs needs done, I have to finish laundry and fold it and put it away, and vaccuum the stairs again... The kitchen needs swept and mopped, and the fridge is in dire need of a scrub-down. But I'm not panicking. I'm staying busy. And who knows? Maybe all this hard work around the house will put me into labor, so I won't have to be induced. Wouldn't that be ideal!
I'm scared. I'll be honest, I'm scared of being induced. Some people say they have had great experiences with it, and others say its a nightmare. I do know that most induction medication causes labor to be more painful, and faster. I wanted to do this naturally, without any pain meds and without any medical intervention. But I know that God has a plan. He's already set aside the perfect day for little Baby Storey to be born. Whether it comes vaginally, through surgery, or with pain meds... the goal is to have a healthy baby.
And I just have to add how blessed I am to even make it this far. So many women can't even get pregnant... some good friends who live down the street from us have been trying for three+ years to have a baby. They're headed down to Denver next week for a major surgery on her tubes. Its a pretty dangerous thing for her, since she's severely anemic and her blood doesn't clot. The last time she had a surgery done "down there" she died on the table twice. And here I am, complaining that they want to take the baby a week early with medicine. How selfish of me. Some women give birth to babies in their second trimester. Some women have to hold their infant and say goodbye after only a few short moments. Some women have to leave their baby in the hospital for months and months. And I'm worried about it being a week early? God needs to change my heart... I can't stand to be so selfish.
Either way, by this time next week I'll be a mom.
That's the hardest thing I've ever had to swallow. Its still sureal. It just hit me today, over and over. There's going to be an infant in this house. A helpless baby, totally dependant on me and my husband. I feel so... incapable. And yet, so ready. I've been trying to prepare for this for the past nine months, and now that its within reach I'm shying away. Part of me wants to panic. I'm barely twenty, I haven't been married much more than a year, and I'm still trying to take care of myself. Let alone my husband. And now, lets add a baby. Part of me looks around and goes "I still can't even keep up with the laundry, how am I supposed to a raise a child?!"
And then part of me goes "this is what I was made to do. This has been my dream, my passion. Ever since I met Matthew all I wanted was to settle down and have a family. I want to be a mom. And God has given me this gift, at the perfect time. Yes, I'm young, and yes, I probably could stand to grow and mature a little bit more. But honestly, God finds me capable. I have to trust that."
Long rant over. Now I'm desperately trying to get the house clean before my family comes. The bathroom downstairs needs done, I have to finish laundry and fold it and put it away, and vaccuum the stairs again... The kitchen needs swept and mopped, and the fridge is in dire need of a scrub-down. But I'm not panicking. I'm staying busy. And who knows? Maybe all this hard work around the house will put me into labor, so I won't have to be induced. Wouldn't that be ideal!
I'm scared. I'll be honest, I'm scared of being induced. Some people say they have had great experiences with it, and others say its a nightmare. I do know that most induction medication causes labor to be more painful, and faster. I wanted to do this naturally, without any pain meds and without any medical intervention. But I know that God has a plan. He's already set aside the perfect day for little Baby Storey to be born. Whether it comes vaginally, through surgery, or with pain meds... the goal is to have a healthy baby.
And I just have to add how blessed I am to even make it this far. So many women can't even get pregnant... some good friends who live down the street from us have been trying for three+ years to have a baby. They're headed down to Denver next week for a major surgery on her tubes. Its a pretty dangerous thing for her, since she's severely anemic and her blood doesn't clot. The last time she had a surgery done "down there" she died on the table twice. And here I am, complaining that they want to take the baby a week early with medicine. How selfish of me. Some women give birth to babies in their second trimester. Some women have to hold their infant and say goodbye after only a few short moments. Some women have to leave their baby in the hospital for months and months. And I'm worried about it being a week early? God needs to change my heart... I can't stand to be so selfish.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
thirty-seven weeks.
Well, the ultrasound went well. My fluid levels are perfectly normal (which is so good), but the baby is measuring small. The doctor said Baby is still growing, just at a very, very slow rate. So we're keeping an eye on it, and counting kicks/movements religiously.
Now I just wish I knew what was going on with my body! Seriously, I have so many "early labor" symptoms, but still no progress. Well, maybe I'm dilating this week (man, I hope so). But still no active labor. I'll have contractions in my back, and a little in the front, for hours. But they'll be 15 to 20 minutes apart, and then slowly stop.
The doctor said to have lots of sex, and walk more. So that's what we're doing... I'll come back from walking the dogs with contractions, but they won't last and they won't get stronger. SO frustrating! I'm worried that the baby isn't getting everything he (or she) needs, so I kind of think I would feel better if I gave birth sooner rather than later. The doctor kind of feels the same way; that's the impression I got anyway. But I just... there's only so much I can do. :/ I'm just praying and waiting and praying and waiting.
Now I just wish I knew what was going on with my body! Seriously, I have so many "early labor" symptoms, but still no progress. Well, maybe I'm dilating this week (man, I hope so). But still no active labor. I'll have contractions in my back, and a little in the front, for hours. But they'll be 15 to 20 minutes apart, and then slowly stop.
The doctor said to have lots of sex, and walk more. So that's what we're doing... I'll come back from walking the dogs with contractions, but they won't last and they won't get stronger. SO frustrating! I'm worried that the baby isn't getting everything he (or she) needs, so I kind of think I would feel better if I gave birth sooner rather than later. The doctor kind of feels the same way; that's the impression I got anyway. But I just... there's only so much I can do. :/ I'm just praying and waiting and praying and waiting.
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