Bean is as big as a) celery or b) a honeydew melon. I look like I have a honeydew melon in my belly. He’s between 16 and 17 inches long and weighs about 4 1/4 pounds. He’s going to gain about a half pound a week from here on out.
Total weight gain/loss?
I think I’m just about the same: 172 pounds. Which is amazing because I look so much bigger.
Only peeing every 5 hours.
Best moment this week?
This has been a busy two weeks, but it’s been really great getting lots ready for our house! Our birthing and breastfeeding classes were great. Today we took a nice walk with the dogs at Mill Brook Marsh.
Swelling in my hands and feet, and I think in my face. Or I’m just putting on weight–which is also possible. I have been having heartburn still, but Zantac, which my doctor recommended last week is amazing. I’ve been hot and sweaty. I guess this is due to my extra high metabolic rate? Baby makes me out of breath, which was particularly noticeable as we helped Dan move this weekend. It was a lot of stairs. My breasts are leaking. It’s weird but is so cool too! It’s colostrum, which will be super nutritious for Beau Bean!
Desserts, but I don’t know if that is a craving. I think that’s life.
Belly button in or out?
In but stretching pretty tight.
What I miss?
The usual: running and cured meats.
What’s Made Me More Comfortable? (New question!)
Chad rubs my hands and arms and it feels amazing and helps with the swelling. My maternity pillow is fantastic. Stretch pants! New slip-on shoes. Maternity bras–they help with my under-boob discomfort. I’ve been taking baths, which I never did before, but makes me really feel good. Air-conditioning!
Emotions? (New question!)
Been pretty steady! Some fear about pain in labor and delivery, but mostly feeling in control and on top of it. When I get really tired, which is early–around 8, I get weepy feeling.
Movement? (New question!)
This baby moves constantly. As I type, with my computer balanced on my belly, he is bopping the computer up and down with his big kicks. He’s been getting me in the ribs, especially when I’m seated. I can feel him roll over in there sometimes–big slow movements. I feel fluttery kicks on my left side when I lie on my left side–I haven’t figured out what they are yet. His latest thing is lodging a foot against the top of my belly. I get the protruding lumps that I can push–they are a little uncomfortable, but if I poke him on what I think is his heel, I can get him to move.
What I’m looking forward to?
Our visit from Mark and Kathy begins on Thursday! Our floors are stained and our kitchen starts tomorrow! WE ARE SEEING BEAU IN 3D TOMORROW–an elective ultrasound place opened just up the street from us and tomorrow we are having a 3D ultrasound 🙂 On Wednesday, we have our infant care class. Our baby shower is on Saturday! We have a lot coming up!!
Parenting milestones: We have taken our birthing classes and a breastfeeding class. The birthing class was awesome. Knowledge is power and I am feeling much better prepared for our birth experience. Our breastfeeding class was also great, and I am also feeling better about trying breastfeeding. I think Chad will be an amazing support.
Beau milestones: He can tell day from night and he keeps his eyes open while he’s awake! He has is own immune system! He’s coordinating breath with sucking and swallowing.
We had our 32 week appointment last week. Other then getting Zantac–a miracle elixir for my heartburn–it was a pretty routine appointment. We saw Dr. Cherry who we hadn’t seen since our first appointment, she was great–even though we had to wait 45 minutes to see her. She told me that because when she pushes on the top of my belly she can move his whole body she thinks he’s head down. He is measuring on track and his heartbeat was 152. Our next appointment is on Thursday!
Gosh, I cannot even believe how big our bean is getting. He’s either a) the size of an ear of corn or b) a cantaloupe! He weighs more than a pound and a quarter and is more than a foot long head-to-toe.
Total weight gain/loss?
Ok, so my weight has been VERY confusing to me. But here’s the scoop–from our doctor’s visit–I am actually close to net zero weight gain even though I have gain 14 pounds from my lowest weight since pregnancy. My weight when I got pregnant was 155ish pounds. My lowest weight after/during morning sickness was 142 pounds. I’m up to 156 pounds. My doctor said that I am doing fine, but I should continue to gain weight. She wants me to try average 1 pound week from here on out, at a minimum. She told me I am at the minimum weight gain she’d want for me and I should go have a milkshake. I was feeling like I had put on too much weight too fast, so it was a relief to hear I am doing ok.
I have been sleeping ok. A few times Beau has kicked me awake, and it’s not easy to fall back asleep after that.
Best moment this week?
It’s really wonderful being able to see our babe. And this week, I think my most favorite thing was being able to not only see him, but see him in 3D. The ultrasound we had on Friday was a bonus ultrasound because the doctors needed to see one more part of his heart. The ultrasound tech found the parts of his heart she needed to see (ventricle arteries and aorta, all of which looked great) and then she said, “How about we try a 3D ultrasound?” UM, YES!!! She took two different photos, in the first, he one of his hands over his face. It made him look super frumpy. In the second, he moved a bit and we got a really nice picture.
Several new things. For one, I had basically my first ever spontaneous bloody nose this morning. I felt what I thought was a clear runny nose and reached up and there was blood all over. At a point, it was gushing–dripping blood everywhere and running into my mouth and down my throat. It took about 10 minutes to get it stopped. The nose bleeds are just a normal part of pregnancy. The hormones cause lots of blood in the face and sinuses–stuffy, runny and bloody noses and headaches (been having some) are just part of the deal.
I also started having the fabled Braxton Hicks contractions. They don’t hurt, it just feels like I swallowed a soccer ball. My bump gets really hard for a few minutes. They are slightly uncomfortable but nothing crazy. Our doctor said that there is nothing to worry about, this is normal timing, and I will *definitely* know when I’m having real labor contractions (not Braxton Hicks, which are famously known as “false labor.”)
Been having TERRIBLE cramps in my toes and feet, mostly at night. I have been trying to drink more water.
Chad just reminded me that I am also having major pregnancy brain. Add to that clumsiness. I have been losing my train of thought mid-sentence, and dropping things like crazy. I started work today by knocking our entire several gallon iced tea dispenser all over our takeout pizza boxes. I have also been a bit of an emotional wreck.
Have been having some round ligament pain too. When I sneeze or stand up too fast I get muscle cramps in my low belly. The ligaments just get stretched tight trying to support my belly growth.
This sounds like a lot and I might be miserable, but I am REALLY enjoying these weeks of our pregnancy!
*FINGERS CROSSED* *KNOCK ON WOOD* not yet!
Still just hungry, for anything!
My Braxton Hicks have started, but they aren’t really labor signs.
Belly button in or out?
In, but looking suspiciously like that might not stay that way.
What I miss?
Chad says: “Clear thinking and emotional stability.”
What I’m looking forward to?
Our trip to Idaho in just over a week! Bean’s first time in Mom’s hometown 🙂
This is a big one: viability. Micro-preemies born after 24 weeks can live. This is crazy. Of course we want Bean-o to stay in there and keep cooking but that’s a pretty incredible milestone and cracy thought. Also Beau’s little brain has matured to the point that he can have conscious thought and is starting to develop memory. He has his eyelashes, eyebrows and hair! They are white, but there 🙂
I have three upcoming doctors’ appointments. I have my echocardiogram on 2/23, I have an ophthalmology appointment and our 28 week OB appointment is on 3/3. After that, we start seeing the OB every other week (BECAUSE THAT’S THE THIRD TRIMESTER?!?!).
*Just a quick recap of our appointment. Based on the recommendations of the specialist, the doctors at Mount Nittany have decide to treat me throughout our pregnancy as though I had a definitive EDS diagnosis. Basically they want to make sure my heart is good (hence the echo) and that my eyes are fine (retinal detachment is a concern with EDS). They will also be conservative during labor and delivery to try to prevent bleeding issues and early labor issues that *might* occur more frequently with EDS patients. Most women with EDS have no problems delivering healthy babes, we just want to be a little extra cautious. That’s pretty much all that we discussed at our most recent appointment.*
Bean weighs over a pound and is almost a foot long from head to toe (like 8 inches from head to butt)! About the size of a coconut or spaghetti squash!?!??!?!
Total weight gain/loss?
I weigh 152, which puts me at +8 pounds.
Still sleeping well, with the minor exception that sometimes I wake up from kicks. That doesn’t but me though because it’s so cool!
Best moment this week?
We had our appointment at the high risk pregnancy doctor this week, and it was VERY reassuring. It was such a relief to hear from her that she doesn’t really recommend any interventions for my Ehlers-Danlos (which she was 99.9% certain I have). She told us that she has seen 10 women with EDS, and that all had perfectly healthy babies and perfectly normal labor and deliveries. She made several suggestions to our doctors about things to be aware of during our delivery, but doesn’t think we should have any issues. She also said that because of my loose joints and stretchy tendons I might even have an easier deliver *fingers crossed*.
My coworker, Jen, gave us a ton of baby clothes that her son, Kaison, has outgrown. The clothes we got are SO cute. It was really fun trying to imagine our little one wearing his new (TINY) outfits.
Hungry! Foot and hands are starting to swell (but hopefully my feet aren’t growing). I should probably cut the salt a little bit. Unfortunately, I really like salt. Not much else in the symptom department… I am starting to feel pretty awesome!
Nada *fingers crossed*.
GIVE ME ALL THE FOOD.
Not yet *fingers crossed*.
Belly button in or out?
Still in but I actually read that only like 25% of women even have there belly buttons pop.
What I miss?
Nothing besides the usual: cured meats!
What I’m looking forward to?
This week is a pretty normal week. Looking forward to having a bit of a routine this week.
Chad and I can feel some kicks from the outside! Beau bean got to be heavier than a pound this week–that’s pretty heavy (but only half as heavy as the Amish butter roll we had at Thanksgiving). Bean’s grip, hearing and vision are all getting much stronger.
We have the regular pregnancy doctor on Friday 2/3.
Yesterday we had our 20 week anatomy scan ultrasound and doctor’s visit. I had been waiting, waiting, waiting all week for this appointment. I was so excited to see Beau up close. Neither Chad nor I really slept Thursday night; I fell asleep an hour and a half after he did and when I woke up at 5:30, he had been up for an hour and a half. Then he fell asleep until until we had to leave around 8 and I was up the whole time. We basically tagged in and had one night’s sleep between the two of us.
I had to have a full bladder for the ultrasound. I had to drink 16 ounces of water starting at 7:30 and ending at 7:45–I think this is part of the reason I couldn’t sleep, I was so worried about making sure I got up to start my water on time. I drank the first 8 ounce glass in the first three minutes and then barely finished the second 8 ounces in the last minute. I was very concerned about what I was supposed to do with a very full (as it started to feel immediately after I finished the water) bladder for my whole appointment, but to my relief (pun intended) I was allowed to use the restroom after the first 10 minutes of the scan.
We got to the doctor’s office late (two almost wrong turns from very busy on the phone Chad) and I was pretty flustered when we arrived. Once we were in though, our ultrasound tech was amazing. She brought us back to the room, got us situated and explained the scan. She told us we could find out the sex if we wanted and we told her we already knew, she explained what all we would be seeing, she told me that I could use the restroom after we got started (whew), and then explained that she would tell me if everything was normal. If anything wasn’t normal, she wouldn’t be able to tell us that, but she would get lots of photos and talk to the doctor who would tell us in our appointment that followed (another sigh of relief).
So the plan was to basically go head to toe and look at all parts of Bean; however, as soon as we were set up, it became very clear that he wasn’t going to cooperate. Beau did a full 180* flip in the first minute of the scan. The typical game plan was out the window because every time Allison (our tech) had a good angle, Beau moved. He wiggled and kicked and twisted the whole scan. He was also very responsive to the ultrasound wand. He would pull away and move when he felt the wand on him. We were able to see all the parts at some point during the scan, but instead of head-to-toe, it was: a kidney, a leg, his head, another leg, another kidney, a hand, his head, a foot… We just looked at the parts of Beau as he showed them to us. In the end, we were able to see (almost) everything we needed to.
We saw that Beau has all 4 chambers of his heart, and we saw the left and right ventricle arteries. We saw his diaphragm which was below his heart and above his tummy–exactly where it should be. We saw his fluid-filled stomach and bladder; these are good signs that his digestive system is working properly.
We saw his spine, which looked great. We saw his legs and his feet and ankles. His legs were straight and he didn’t have any indication of club foot on either side. He appeared to have 10 toes (actually in one shot it looked like 11, which, great, if he does have another–which I doubt–he’s extra stable). Allison measured his femur. The machine recorded each of the size measurements and at the end spit out an estimate of Beau’s development. We saw his arms and hands, and everything looked great there. We measured around his waist.
We then looked at his head. Allison measured around his head. Everything looked great with the head and upper spine. The size of the flap on the back of Beau’s neck indicated low risk of Downs which confirmed his genetics tests.
We ended with just a few last shots that we needed. We still needed to see a muscle on the heart, but Beau was so twisty and folded up (we checked with Allison, he’s just flexible, he doesn’t appear to have any deformities), that we weren’t able to get that shot. This means we’ll get to see Beau again next month 🙂 There’s nothing to worry about, we just need to try again next time and hopefully he’ll be a little chiller. Allison also wanted to get us the “sitting on a glass table” “it’s a boy!” shot. Beau had his umbilical cord between his legs, right above his penis. Allison tried to jiggle him to get him to move, but he wouldn’t untwist, so we have a different angle shot, but we did confirm that his boy parts are there! The final shot that we tried to get was the profile shot–the typical shot for keepsakes. We must have tried 15 times for this shot over the course of the scan. Beau did not want to cooperate. Every time Allison got the ultrasound in the right spot he would either turn right at us (horrifying–like something out of an actual horror movie) or would turn away. Finally, at the very end she got him in the right spot, but he was moving his arms around and wiggling so they are a little blurry.
One of my most favorite moments was when was saw him yawn, it was a huge yawn and after it he shook out his head and whole body. It was VERY cute.
Beau measured 4 days ahead of his due date and is estimated to weigh 12 ounces. We are very happy that he is doing well.
After the scan we saw the doctor. This wasn’t nearly as great of an experience. The doctor we met on Friday was our least favorite. We were weighed (gained a few pounds!). We then met the doctor. I told him I had some questions and while I was finding them he told me that he had some questions for me. He asked me the typical (scary) questions about bleeding and pain. None of either. And then I got to my questions.
A little bit of background. Mom had to remind me after my last appointment that I should talk to the doctor about a genetic disorder that I have a tentative diagnosis for from childhood. So to take it back, I have a spinal deformity called kyphosis. Like scoliosis, kyphosis is a curvature to the spine. In kyphosis, the disks of the spine are wedge-shaped which causes me to have a curve in my upper back between my shoulder blades (like a hunchback). The spine compensates for the curve in my upper back with a curve inward in my lower back. My kyphosis developed when I was in 7th or 8th grade. At the time, I grew several (6) inches in a year. The spinal curvature is due in part to this rapid growth. While there are surgical interventions for kyphosis, my case wasn’t severe enough that the risks and challenges of surgery (it’s a horrifying surgery) would outweigh the benefits. Instead, my treatment involved physical therapy and bracing. I wore a back brace for 3 years.
Ok, so that’s my back. Now to the genetic disorder. I had a birthmark removed from my arm my freshman year of high school. The birthmark wasn’t huge, but the doctor wanted it biopsied. The biopsy was negative and all was fine, but I had to have the stitches redone because my skin wouldn’t hold the initial set and I developed a big keloid scar in the place that the birthmark was removed. It turns out that fragile skin, keloid scarring and kyphosis are symptoms of a genetic disorder called Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (EDS). Ehlers-Danlos is a group of associated, inherited disorders that involve issues with connective tissues. There are two major concerns with Ehlers-Danlos that relate to pregnancy (not all EDS patients have both, there are several types of EDS): the first is heart valve issues and the second is in blood clotting (or, really, an inability to clot that leads to excessive bleeding).
The dermatologist who made the diagnosis of EDS initially referred me to a cardiologist. I had an echocardiogram that indicated no issues with my heart. Because my heart seemed normal, the cardiologist determined that there was no need for additional testing. Because in 2002, insurance companies could deny insurance to those with pre-existing conditions, and because my heart seemed healthy and normal, the dermatologist and cardiologist decided that we shouldn’t pursue a definitive diagnosis of EDS and I was left with my tentative diagnosis.
Ok, so fast-forward to my wisdom teeth surgery (2004??). I had an issue with healing and bleeding, which MAY indicate that I am prone to the the other EDS complication of excessive bleeding. It’s also worth noting that I did not have an issue with bleeding in my tonsillectomy.
Now back to Friday. I wanted to talk to the doctor about EDS, and my tentative diagnosis to see if there is anything that we can do to test for my blood’s ability to clot or just to make the physician group aware that this might be a concern. I mentioned this and the entire appointment felt derailed. According to the doctor “EDS is not a minor concern” and I was referred to a high risk pregnancy specialist who I will be seeing in the next two weeks. I am now very stressed about what to expect with this appointment. Hopefully all will be fine and we will know more soon, but I was not expecting that this would be such a problem (he almost made me feel like it was irresponsible to even be pregnant). We didn’t get any confirmation from the doctor that things were alright with Beau, but I suppose that no news is good news when it comes to our ultrasound, and that the doctor would have told us if he felt there was something we needed to talk about on Friday. The doctor also told me that there shouldn’t be any issue with my kyphosis. He dismissed my concern about not gaining weight–I only need to worry if after 24 weeks I am not putting on a pound a week. And he offered no guidance on our question about circumcision.
So all in all, although our ultrasound was amazing, the appointment with the doctor was stressful and discouraging. I will set up my meeting with the high risk pregnancy specialist and will have more info on that and hopefully a game plan after the appointment. Thankfully our next appointment with our physician group (Feb 3) starts with an ultrasound and then continues with Dr. Shuman, the doctor that we have liked the best so far. I am very much looking forward to talking with Dr. Shuman because she made me feel encouraged and supported after our last appointment with her. Some good and some not so good. I know pregnancy is a rollercoaster, but I’m not good at dealing with unknowns.
First of all, let me say that both mom (me) and Baby Boy Bean are fine! But before I get into the story of our ER visit, I want to start with the exciting, shocking (to me, anyway) announcement that our little Bean is a BOY!
Chad and I waffled (as a team) about whether to learn our baby’s sex before delivery day. I wanted to know ASAP but Chad wanted some element of surprise. We compromised with a fun idea: a mini-gender reveal (sociologist FYI: “sex” is anatomy, “gender” is a social construct; “sex” is the correct term for our baby’s “parts,” “gender” is the masculinity/femininity and maleness/femaleness that we and the world create for the baby. Because regular people use the words “sex” and “gender” interchangeably, I will too.). We asked Jennie to help us with our surprise. We thought it might be fun to have the suspense of waiting a bit to have the gender reveal, and more special and momentous to learn the sex together from a friend rather than from someone in the medical office. The idea was that once the sex was determined–either from our genetic testing or the anatomy scan (whichever came first)–we would get the result to Jennie who had a reveal surprise up her sleeve.
So here’s how it went down: The results of our genetic test came back earlier than expected. We got them on Monday during the day. The nurse called and said: “Good news, the results of your genetic tests are back and your baby tested with low risk of the genetic abnormalities that we were tested for.” Woohoo, great!! This is awesome news: baby is low risk of Downs, spina bifida and other chromosomal abnormalities… But then she said, “And I have the sex. Do you want to know?” DO I WANT TO KNOW?!?! YEEEEESSSS. But I said, very quickly, “I definitely want to know BUT please don’t tell me! Can you please tell our friend Jennie instead?” We must have been the only people in the world who have ever done this (in their office anyway) because there was a lot involved in getting this info to Jennie. They, very kindly, made it work for us, despite, I’m sure, it being hugely inconvenient for them. And similarly, Jennie, who was as blindsided as we were by the news that our results were in early, also went completely out of her way to very quickly put together our surprise, despite a very busy day at work, and meet us that very Monday evening with our wonderful reveal in hand.
A reminder: I was 1000000000000% sure that we were having a girl. I was at work at the Hofbrau when I got word that Jennie would be able to have our surprise together that day, so I rushed at work (and was let out early) to come home. The whole evening I was just sure that it would be a girl. I talked to anyone who would listen at great lengths about how sure I was and how excited I was to be officially confirming that we were expecting our little Gilly Bean as I had taken to calling HER over the last two months.
When I got home, Miss Jennie, Daniel and Chad were waiting. Chad and I sat on the sofa together and Jennie brought us a cute little wrapped up holiday present.
I was so nervous-excited, I asked Chad to open it. He opened it up and there was… a Christmas box. THE SUSPENSE. Chad took off the lid of the Christmas box and there was… pink AND blue tissue! I was almost bursting at this point! (And I thought: “Oh god, it’s not somehow twins, is it?!”… Of course it wasn’t; Jennie’s just a master of suspense.) AND THEN we pulled out this adorable onsie:
Chad and I just looked at each other: “Um…” We looked at Jennie. She’s said “Turn it around…” Duh. We did and on the back it said…:
BEAU! “OH MY GOD… It’s a boy?!?!?!?!” (*SHOCKED!!!*) Lydia: “I’ve never been so wrong about anything in my whole life.” Chad: “Of course it’s a boy, Lydia is always wrong.” Both: “OMG, we’re having a boy!!!” Happy tears, laughs, hugs, shock… Yup, we’re having a little boy! I’m going to be a Boy Mom (that’s a thing!). We are so excited, and can’t wait to meet Baby Boy Beau Bean, or more officially: Beau Edward Owens.
A note about Beau Bean’s name. I wish we had some interesting story about how we decide on our names. We don’t. Years ago, long before we were even thinking really about having a baby, we had a lot of road trips to a lot of weddings. On those trips we would talk about our future life together. On one of those trips, the conversation turned to baby names. We discussed what kind of names we liked, what kind we didn’t, what we might like to name our future little ones. I navigated to my favorite name website Nameberry, and read Chad a few names. From what I can remember, I said, “What about Beau for a boy?” and Chad said “I really like that.” And we kinda just agreed: alright, if we have a boy his name will be Beau. I love Beau because it is classic and familiar, but not so common that Beau is likely to have another Beau in his class at school. It can’t be made into nicknames by shortening. It’s simple and nice, I love it. It means “handsome” and of course our little is gonna be a looker, I mean look at his mom and dad 😉 Then the conversation turned to what middle name would be nice with Beau. We eventually arrived at Edward–Chad’s dad’s name, a family name! Beau Edward has such a classic, Southern ring to it. It just fits! So that’s it: two or three years ago, we decided on our names (we named four future children on that trip–I can’t even remember where we were going). When we got pregnant, I asked Chad, “Do you still like the names?” He said, “Yup,” so we stuck with them. [Side notes: B for a Boy! Also, his initials are B.O.–also Beau! AND if you turn the n in Bean upside down, you get Beau. How cool is that?)
Now onto the ER visit. (A warning, I am going to talk at length about GI sickness!) There has been a nasty bout of viral gastroenteritis going around. Chad had it… twice. The first time, which wasn’t as bad, I had heard from working in the bar that tons of people had it, so we figured it was the bug. The second time he had it, Saturday night thru most of the day Sunday, was worse and we actually thought that he had food poisoning. We had been out celebrating a friend’s graduation and we ate a lot, and Chad had many different kinds of celebratory drinks. We narrowed it down to the mussels or the homemade eggnog (I abstained from both for Bean reasons). I honestly feel bad because although I know Chad was sick with some many bathroom visits, I had been so sick with morning sickness that I thought he was being a bit of a whiner (I also thought maybe he was suffering a hangover)–I wasn’t very patient with him. (Well, like they say, karma’s a b*tch.)
So Monday, thankfully Chad was feeling much better. I had been having some morning sickness. I threw up breakfast and got sick again after lunch. While I was at work, I was starting to feel more nausea and had the beginnings of dehydration (I have sort of been mildly dehydrated from the beginning of this pregnancy), but I was also so excited about our gender surprise that I put it off. After our surprise, I was feeling even worse. I told the crew, that unfortunately I had to go to bed. Around 11:30, I threw up all of my dinner. I took two Zofran (my morning sickness pills). I fell asleep and woke up at 1 am. I ran to the bathroom to throw up–from here on out, I threw up only bile. At this point, I figured out that I had what Chad had, he didn’t have food poisoning but rather this virus, again. I continued to throw up every 45 minutes to hour until we went to Urgent Care at 2:30 pm. I was only eating/drinking ice chips and was unable to keep even that down.
At some point in the morning, I think around 10, I developed diarrhea that continued until after we arrived at Urgent Care. On the bright side, my four month streak of constipation ended! So at this point, I was getting seriously concerned about dehydration. I am a mega worrier (as I’m sure anyone reading this knows). I actually called our on-call doctor through our OB/GYN at about 3:30 am. The doctor I spoke with then told me that I had a virus and that I just needed to let it run it’s course. I called the nurse at our practice at about noon to ask if I should take Zofran or if I should try to get it out. At this point, she told me that the dehydration shouldn’t affect the baby, but that if I was having diarrhea too, I should consider going to the ER for IV fluids because it would make me much more comfortable.
At this point, I was feeling desperate and frustrated. I called our health insurance provider and they said that an ER visit would be $600 copay but that there was an Urgent Care that would be $100 copay. Because we were certain that we knew what was going on (dehydration from GI virus) and what the treatment would be (IV fluids), we opted to go to the Urgent Care. The experience at Urgent Care was frustrating and stressful. The physician confirmed our expected diagnosis and treatment, but (without actually refusing to treat us) essentially refused to treat us because he expressed concerned that although he was sure Beau Bean was fine, that they lacked the equipment and expertise to monitor the baby. He convinced us (by, in his words, saying that we were “holding the baby hostage”) that we should go to the ER. So without any treatment for my dehydration (and an hour spent waiting) we left for the ER.
Care at the ER was incredible. The PA checked me over and we had an ultrasound to check on Beau. He looked like a real baby! It was amazing. We looked first at his little heart. We could see that it was beating strong and at around 150, so all was well–he wasn’t being affected by my dehydration. We saw his little button nose. He had one foot crossed over a knee. He was sleeping when we first saw him, and he had a little fist balled up by his face. It almost looked like he was sucking his thumb. Right after the PA said, “Oh he’s asleep,” he punched me! Three times! Just straight upward jabs. He rocked back and forth a little bit, like he was trying to get comfy and went back to sleep.
Once we confirmed that Bean was okay, the awesome staff started treating my dehydration. The nurse told us that it was a good thing we came in because the ketones in my urine test indicated the highest level of dehydration they can test for. I received 2.5 bags of fluid while I was there. My vomiting subsided (thanks in part to more Zofran) and I stopped having diarrhea. We heard Bean’s heart rate which was strong and steady, and just in the right range. It was so much peace of mind to know that Beau was doing well, especially after being made so scared at the Urgent Care. Toward the end of our nearly 3 hour stay, I kept down some crackers and it was determined that I was ok to go home.
When we got home, I pretty much went straight to bed. I slept all through the night and until about 10:30 this morning. I have been working on fluids because I am still feeling very dehydrated. I haven’t had more than crackers but am going to try some bland foods and broth soon because my tummy is rumbling and I’m sure Beau is getting hungry too.
All in all, it was a scary, stressful long day, but we wrapped up the day by receiving incredible treatment and some peace of mind. I am so glad to know that our little one is doing well. I am going to keep in mind that because I am pregnant, my immune system is compromised already, and am going to try to keep up with good handwashing and away from germs (which between my job at the school and my job at the bar, is not easy) over this winter.
I am so lucky to have a wonderful partner in Chad. He was very supportive and caring over this ordeal. I would also like to publicly apologize for being impatient with his “whining” (his word, not mine) while he was sick. If he felt even 1/2 as bad as I did yesterday, I’m sure he was miserable.
The doctor was awesome! The doctors at our hospital are part of a”Physicians’ Group” so we don’t have a specific OB/GYN that we see. The doctor who is on the schedule when we get to the hospital for our delivery will be the doctor who delivers our babe so at our regular appointments we are encouraged to see a variety of doctors with the hope that we will have a doctor on delivery day who we have met before. We have seen three different physicians and so far, the doctor we saw today has been our favorite.
We had a chance to ask a lot of good questions today.
I have been having some trouble sleeping because I read that sleeping on my back is a no-go. I wake up on my back and freak out and re-position. The doctor said that although weight of baby *can* restrict blood flow and cause my feet to go numb, my body would notice and I would adjust in my sleep. So all sleep is good sleep regardless of positon.
I was reassured to hear (again) that the Zofran I am taking for nausea is safe! The doctor took it during her own pregnancy. She did say that the Zofran is contributing to/causing constipation, so it’s a trade off, buuuut she did give me some tools and suggestions for managing the tummy trouble.
We also opted to have some early screening tests for chomnosomal abnormalities, the results of which we will have in a few weeks.
The lowlight of this appointment was the glucose test. I puked before we left the house and didn’t eat or drink anything so I wasn’t thrilled when I was presented with a bright red bottle of the sweetest drink ever and told I had two minutes to drink it. I couldn’t eat or drink anything after and had to wait for a blood draw an hour later; it was gross and didn’t make me feel well. This is one of two diabetes screenings I’ll have. This early one was mostly to catch women who are likely to already have diabetes or pre-diabetes who might not know it. The second test–at 28 weeks–will screen for gestational diabetes which can affect any mom-to-be, even those without diabetes risk factors.
The highlight was hearing our little one’a strong, healthy heartbeat. It was 151 today (anyone keeping track of the wives tale about heart rate and gender??) and the doctor found it right away.
It was a great visit! We are very much looking forward to our anatomy scan which we have scheduled for January 6th. We’all spend 45 minutes with the ultrasound tech getting a very close look at little bean! So exciting!