Saturday, November 17, 2012

Dear baby, ten days of thanksgiving: day five, six, seven!

Baby baby baby!
It's been one hell of a ride with you. Since day one we've experienced what contractions felt like. IVF is not a fun process at all. I wonder if my body would have spit you out naturally if not for all the drugs they've given me. With that in mind, I'm so thankful for medical technology!!

Your dad and I sat in the hospital the other night waiting to see if you were going to continue pushing your little way out. The contractions, the doctors say, were intense. I, on the other hand, barely felt most of them. I could feel you wiggling down and pushing your head lower, but it wasn't as painful as people say. Uncomfortable at times? Yes. Mostly because of the hospital bed that I was forced to lay on and the constant monitoring that they strapped to my belly.

From the research I've done, I'm not going to put up with any of this on our actual delivery day. I truly can't stand how some doctors speak to patients like they're idiots and have no idea how this system works! I'm going to reverse and return that treatment if another midwife gets smart with me.

Our midwife the other night in the ER was a male. Two words: NEVER again. To make sure you weren't coming sooner than expected, he had to do an internal check. My real midwife is soft, and gentle, and has smaller hands. This guy though, was very large and rough. I saw stars (in a bad way), when that jerk checked me. I will refuse a male midwife from now on. I will blame it on all the reasons I can think of, just to make sure no man doctor ever touches me again. I will deliver you with my own hands if need be hahaha

So, contractions. Where are we? They're still happening, that's for sure. Some are intense and others are just little blips on the map. I'd really like for you to stay in 6 more weeks so that I can continue going to work, but I seem to have most of my contractions when I'm there! It's funny, when we first felt you, I'd only get morning sickness at work. One if my co-workers said it was because work made me sick. I think it was just all the smells there (kids
wearing strong cologne/perfume, food preparation, coffee from the lounge, copy machine toner, etc).

Well, babe, let's get those lungs developed so that you can breathe free of a ventilator if you are born early. Be the little over achiever that I know you're going to be a rock this out.

Buying the last of what we want.

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