The Saturday after we returned home from the hospital Janet came to the house and took Scarlett’s newborn pictures! The fact that they were done at our home was so awesome!! Lila was able to run around and do what she always does while Janet worked with Scarlett. It helped put this mama at ease, too!
Here are Scarlett’s pictures at 10 days old!
Didn’t Janet do an awesome job?!?!?
We really tried to get some pictures of Lila and Scarlett, but it didn’t work out so well…. Janet, please forgive me for taking a screenshot of this proof, but I just had to….HILARIOUS!
My pregnancy with Scarlett was different than with Lila, but very similar at the same time. I did deal with a lot of morning sickness beginning around week 8 and lasting through week 18. Zofran and the toilet were once again my best friends. It lightened up considerably before returning at around 26 weeks at which point I began puking again at least once a week through the end of the pregnancy. Towards the end, I only puked and felt nauseous in the mornings. I did deal with a lot of hip pain at night and bought a Boppy 3- piece body pillow which helped considerably. I only used the bottom two pieces. I experienced a lot of the same pelvic pain. This time around I also experienced sciatic nerve pain, which was a new and not-so-pleasant experience for me. I got up to pee a lot more frequently than I remember with Lila. I also dealt with some insomnia this time around, which I had not experienced with Lila.
Scarlett, already following in her sister’s footsteps, made us wait beyond her due date to meet her. Unlike Lila who was six days late, though, Scarlett was only one day late. July 23rd around 12:30 am, I woke up feeling some contractions. I had experienced some on the 20th, but nothing happened, so I really didn’t think much about these either. However, I kept waking up periodically from them until a little after 3. At that point I began timing them. They were anywhere from 5-7 minutes apart and pretty intense, so I knew we were dealing with the real deal. I let Brett sleep. We had already planned for my mom or Stephanie to come stay with Lila, so I sent them and Janet a screenshot of the contractions timer.
At around 3:30 I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep anymore, so I got up and did some laundry. I finished packing our hospital bag. I loaded up everything into the car. I got showered and did the dishes. I organized all the maternity clothes from my closet into rubbermaids. I basically did whatever I could do to get everything ready and cleaned. I wanted to come home to a clean house, if possible. Even after I woke up Brett around 6 I changed all the sheets on our bed and washed/dried the others. I sent my mom a text asking her to come on to the house around 7. I told her I thought Scarlett would be here around lunch.
We ended up getting to the hospital around 7:30. I was taken back to triage and checked… I was really feeling the contractions and thought I’d be at least 6 cm. I was 4. FOUR. I just kept saying, “seriously? 4?” I was completely disappointed. I was in active labor, though, so we were admitted. Guess who the doctor on call was?!?! DR. PIERCE!!! He delivered Lila and we were extremely hopeful that he would deliver Scarlett as well! We were so pumped! I had asked that I not have an IV for fluids. I didn’t like how sore I was after Lila’s (nurse blew the vein) and hated all the extra swelling from the fluid. I ended up agreeing to a closed port just in case anything happened…which was not going to be the case in my mind.
Anyhow, after being admitted I was checked again around an hour later and I was a 5…ugh. FIVE. Dr. Pierce asked if I wanted for them to break my water and I said that was fine. At that point the contractions were REALLY hurting. I began using my hypnobirthing music and oils to help me relax so that the contractions wouldn’t feel as bad. For anyone planning a natural birth, please do yourself a favor and read Hypnoborthing. It works!!! I only wish I had turned it up louder to help drown out some stuff that took my mind out of the hypno-stuff and brought me back to real life and real pain. Brett was awesome through the whole experience. He had it much easier this time around because I stayed upright and didn’t have him massage my lower back as much. He sat and held my hand almost the entire time. The only time he left was to go say hello to his family in the waiting room. At that point, Janet sat with me and was so, so sweet and supportive. She asked what she could do to help and offered to hold my hand. Having her in the room was so great. Not only did she take some great pictures to document the birth story, but she was a fantastic support as well. Around 12, I was really hurting and asked to be checked. I was at a 7. I just started crying. With Lila, 8 was the longest stand-still and I just knew that would be the case again. There was no way I could keep dealing with the pain that much longer. My thighs were hurting so bad with each contraction that I thought my legs were about to fall off. You can see in some of the birth photography pictures where I was pushing down on them because in some weird way I thought it would help with the pain. I remember Brett trying to hold my hand while resting it on my leg and the pain from the additional weight of his hand was so unbearable that I told him not to touch me. A little bit later, I could feel Scarlett descending further and further into the birth canal. I just knew she was coming. I told them I felt ready to push. The nurse checked me and I was an 8. More tears. The nurse said she would go ahead and start getting the baby’s stuff ready. She slowly began getting everything ready. I laid down on my side because any other position was too unbearable at this point. Within a couple minutes, I could feel Scarlett coming. My body began pushing and I was no longer in control. I screamed, yes screamed, that she was coming and I was trying really hard not to push. Checked again…. COMPLETE!! Just like that! Dr. Pierce arrived in the room within a couple minutes. They had me in position and you could already see Scarlett’s head. He told Brett, “Dad, look. She has more hair than you.” While Dr. Pierce was suiting up for delivery, my body delivered Scarlett’s head. He and Brett were still laughing about the hair comment. In the next push, she was out. At 12:32, just around half an hour after crying because I was at 7 cm, she was here!!!! She cried and I just wanted to hold her. Dr.Pierce suctioned her and cleaned her off some while delaying the cord clamping. (Did you know that umbilical cords can look different? I had no idea. Google it. Scarlett’s cord was corkscrew. So cool!) I had also asked to see the placenta this time around. So weird looking.
When I finally got Scarlett, I remember kissing her and holding on to her. I remember telling her she had the prettiest skin. She was just so beautiful! Brett and I didn’t think she looked anything like Lila at birth. Both were beautiful, but didn’t look alike. We enjoyed looking at and talking to her for several minutes. I got to have to skin-to-skin time while Dr. Pierce handled all the after-birth stuff. The nurse took her for a couple minutes to clean her off, weigh her, and stamp her little feet.
Scarlett Marie Beckham 7 lbs 13 oz. 20 inches.
After getting her back, it wasn’t long before Dr. Pierce gave us some bad news. He said he couldn’t stop the bleeding. I was in a considerable amount of pain and crying from him trying to stop it while I was holding her. Worst pain ever. He said the worst case scenario was a hysterectomy. Within a whirlwind, I was receiving that news, removing all jewelry, begging Brett to go back with me, begging to be able to nurse Scarlett, kissing my new baby girl, and being wheeled off to the OR. Scary= being on a hospital bed while people are running (yes, seriously running. Picture Grey’s Anatomy.) to get you to an OR. All the while, the anesthesiologist is spouting off all the risks of anesthesia and having you sign a sheet saying you understand… I really didn’t understand. My mind wasn’t really paying attention to what was being said. My mind went to my late Grandma Morrison who was wheeled off for a routine surgery this past fall and never made it home. I prayed to God to please let me make it through this to be with my family…to help Brett raise the baby I had just met and fallen in love with. I prayed that my Grandmas, my guardian angels, would plead with Him on my behalf. I was scared. I got into the OR. It’s really creepy. So plain and sterile…much smaller than I had envisioned them. The light is really bright. I was given the gas and was out in no time. When I woke up (PRAISE GOD!!), I was in a recovery room. I was receiving a blood transfusion and was told I’d have to be in there for at least another hour. My nurse, Barry, was awesome. Anytime I woke up (I was in and out the whole time), he would make jokes or just talk to me. Mrs. Jane Goode came down to check on me. She asked if she could contact Brett and tell him I was doing alright. I asked her to please do so. I didn’t realize at the time that it was the first time he had heard anything since I’d been rushed out of the delivery room four hours earlier.
While I was out, Brett and Janet were left alone with Scarlett. The staff came in and cleaned up all the blood before allowing family in. After that, everyone came in and met Scarlett. I’m so glad Janet was there to document everyone meeting her since I couldn’t be there! I especially love all the pictures of Lila meeting her. She looks so curious and a little scared of her. She also looks like she thinks she’s really cute, though. So many emotions from my big girl! There were also pictures of my family standing around praying. Those are pretty awesome, too.
After being awake for about an hour in recovery, I was taken back to the delivery room. We found out I’d had a D & C, and that a hysterectomy wasn’t necessary. Scarlett was in the nursery. I was hungry, so family brought me some chicken broth from home and a smoothie from Smoothie King. After a while, I was approved to eat! It was now around 6. I hadn’t eaten since dinner the night before. I was so hungry! I had asked that Lila not come in while I had the tubes in my nose, so family waited until I was in my new room before bringing Lila in. She didn’t seem scared at all. I had previously thought she would panic seeing me in a hospital bed, but she just climbed up in the bed with me and Scarlett.
We ended up spending a couple nights in the hospital. The nursery nurses bragged on Scarlett and said she was the sweetest baby. Jane, one of the nurses, said that all the nurses fought over her. She said Scarlett would talk to them. She said she was such a good, sweet baby. She stayed overnight in the nursery, but would come in to nurse every 2.5-4 hours. She was a champion nurser from the very first time! I was worried about that since she’d had a bottle first, but that worrying was pointless.
So I realize that I am absolutely terrible about keeping blogs… the last post I created was “Life with a Newborn.” That was almost two years ago. Now Lila is a toddler and Scarlett is our newborn! More about how awesome Lila is and has been later…this post is about Scarlett’s birth story.
We were shocked when we found out we were pregnant with our second baby due July 22, 2015. I suppose we shouldn’t have been too shocked. I hadn’t taken any birth control since sometime in 2011. We weren’t trying to get pregnant, though, so she is was still a surprise. I had just quit nursing Lila (15 months old) in early October. It had taken us so long to get pregnant with Lila that we thought we still had a couple months or so before we would start “trying.” Anyhow, we were really excited to have another little bundle of joy and love on the way!
We told my family around 8 weeks because I was so sick they were bound to guess on their own. We made a “big sis” shirt for Lila and let her do the announcing!
My pregnancy with baby #2 flew by! I guess that’s what happens when you spend all your time and energy chasing around a toddler and working a full-time job from home. While pregnant with Lila, I had taken weekly belly shots and read up on every single stage of fetal development. With baby #2, I think I managed 2-3 belly shots and maybe read about the fetal development a couple of the weeks… My mama, of course, did take some maternity pictures for us, though!
When we went to the doctor for baby #2’s anatomy appt, we decided again that we didn’t want to know what the gender was until we revealed it to family. There was so winter weather that day which kept Jan and Mark from being able to be in attendance, so we facetimed them and Chelsey and Eric. Here’s a video of the reveal:
Another girl!!! YAY! We were both convinced I was having a boy, so it took quite a while for the idea of a girl to sink in! We were both excited that our sweet Lila would have a sibling of the same gender! Brett was excited that it meant less clothes would need to be purchased since both girls were born in the same season! It took us a little while to decide on a name, but we finally decided on Scarlett Marie. Marie is a family name on my side. My late grandmother and sister Chelsey both share it as a middle name and now Scarlett does, too. It carries with it quite a legacy. It’s a name to be proud of. Scarlett is just a pretty, seldomly heard, but not-too-unusual name.
We couldn’t wait to welcome our sweet baby girl!!
Here are the two belly pictures we managed to take:
Well, it’s been over a month since I posted Lila’s birth story. Things have been quite…well…busy around here. I don’t really get time for myself. Any free time I have is usually spent showering, doing dishes, laundry, or cleaning. I never thought I’d appreciate having time to do the dishes… I also never really knew how hard it would be to get a quick shower.
Before having Lila I said that I didn’t want my mom or Jan, my mother-in-law, to come help out. I wanted time for Brett and I to “figure it out on our own” before anyone came in. While parental advice would have been meant well, we wanted to find our own way. That didn’t last long. I ended up calling my mom at 11:30 PM the first night we were home to get Lila to sleep in her crib. She woke up and started crying every time I tried to lay her down.
That next day, my milk came in. I didn’t really realize what was happening. Lila hadn’t eaten for six hours. I could tell she was hungry because she was crying and rooting a lot, but she wouldn’t latch when I tried to feed her. I was so exhausted from the lack of sleep and so emotionally exhausted from all the different emotions I had experienced over the past couple days. I was at my breaking point. I cried and cried. Thank goodness my friend Susan came by that night (along with her hubby and my favorite little boy). She told me that she used to get into a hot shower, place a washcloth on each breast, and massage them until they softened up. So while she was here, I did just that. It was extremely painful. I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around me, and had Brett bring Lila up to her room so I could attempt to feed her. Due to my overwhelming exhaustion, frustration, and pain from delivery and engorgement I was in tears and on the way to giving up breastfeeding when Brett brought her up. Brett sent Susan up to talk to me. She was so understanding and encouraged me to keep trying…promising that it does get better…and it did. I did pick up some other tips, too. I read about ways to treat engorgement here and option 2 was the most helpful option. I also put cabbage leaves in my bra for twenty minutes before feeding Lila at the suggestion of Lila’s pediatrician, Dr. Self.
That first week, Brett stayed home with us. I dreaded him going back to work and cried a lot about it. I asked my mama to come stay with me during the days that next week. Jan came for part of the following week and stayed here during the days. Their presence allowed me time to shower and nap. I wasn’t sleeping at night because I was rocking Lila to sleep. When I laid her down she would start to cry, so I would pick her back up and rock her again… The whole process was exhausting. I cried all the time. I really didn’t want to hold Lila either… At some point (I think at the suggestion of Jan) I decided to let her “cry it out” a little. I checked on her every ten minutes by picking her up, checking her diaper, and trying to burp her (just a few minutes) before placing her back in the bed. The first few nights were tough, but we made it and are all much happier for it.
In the days since, we’ve dealt with some growth spurts, frequent night feelings, and lots of fussiness, but we’ve also had some fantastic experiences, too. Smiles, recognition, and some fix and six hour feeding stretches at night have been wonderful!
Being parents is hard, exhausting work, but we wouldn’t trade it for the world! We are totally smitten with her and are so thankful for the blessing she has been.
Things to work on:
Getting our five and six hour stretches back at night.
Brett feeling more confident alone with her.
Learning how to take naps outside of the swing or someone’s arms.
Pumping for when I start working and have to leave the house.
More to come later, but for now, I’ll leave you with some pictures.
Friday morning I had an OB appointment with Dr. W. He offered to induce me on the following Monday, but wanting to go as naturally as possible, I kindly refused. He was totally okay with that, but did say that if I made it to 42 weeks, they would honor my wishes but it would be better to induce at that point. I told him I understood. He then checked to see if I had progressed at all. When checked Monday, I was 1-2cm and had a “soft cervix.” When checked Friday, I had progressed to 2-3cm and 50% effaced. I was also told that I my amniotic sack was “bulging.” I prepared myself to wait it out until sometime next week.
Friday afternoon around 3PM I began feeling some pretty regular come-and-go back pains. Since the same thing had happened Monday, I didn’t know whether or not to trust that it could be the real thing. I laid on the couch and watched Friends until Brett got home. As soon as Brett walked in the door, I started crying and told him I thought I might be in labor.
Over the course of the next few hours, we tried to keep ourselves busy. Brett mowed the yard. We ordered food from Cracker Barrel and Brett picked it up. We rented Identity Thief from Redbox and watched it (GREAT movie, by the way)! At some point, I got in the shower and sat on the birthing ball. It was wonderful for helping to relieve some of the pain. Brett did a good job rubbing my back when I was having contractions! We were timing my contractions, but they were sporadic. They ranged anywhere from 3-6 minutes apart, but stayed mostly around the 4.5 minute mark.
Around 10 we decided to try to get some sleep. Monday night I was able to go to sleep with my contractions, but I just laid in bed awake with these. Around 11:15, I woke Brett up and told him I was going to run a bath. I ran hot water in the tub and undressed. As I was about to get in, I realized that I would not be able to relax even in this bath. Originally my goal was to not go to the hospital until my contractions were two minutes apart. We hadn’t even touched that mark, but I knew it was time to go to the hospital. I was really hurting. I woke Brett up and told him we needed to go. He jumped up, got dressed, loaded the car, and we headed out. We sent a text message to our family members saying that we were on our way to the hospital, and we’d let them know if we were admitted or not.
Upon arriving at the hospital, it was getting more and more difficult to get around. While waiting for them to bring a wheelchair down to take me to the triage area of labor and delivery, I hugged my pillow and leaned into a big column in the waiting area. I moaned through the intense contractions and Brett massaged my lower back. I didn’t care who was watching (or hearing). I was in some serious pain.
Once in my triage room, they had me pee in a cup (still not sure why) and change into a hospital gown. I explained that I was planning a natural birth and had a birth plan. They then read over the plan. One lady came in to put in an IV for a saline drip. She blew the vein, so had to try again on the other side of my arm. She almost blew that one, too, but thank goodness, she didn’t and said “it will work.” (A week later, I’m still really bruised on both sides of that arm.) Shortly after that Dr. P (who Brett had really hoped would deliver Lila) came in the room and checked me for progress. I was at 5 cm and 90% effaced!!!🙂 This meant I was being admitted and transferred to a delivery room. Brett let the family know and my parents and his parents headed our direction.
My mom was to be in the room during delivery to take pictures. That was her main job on the front end, but I know her being in there brought me and Brett comfort. There were times during contractions that I know she had to be hurting just watching me, but she was awesome. Contractions continued and within a couple hours I was at 8 cm. We couldn’t believe it had gone so quickly from 5 to 8! I think I even let out a weak cheer! At 8 cm, my contractions were getting stronger. The back labor was SO intense! Brett was great to be right there every time I needed him. I guess he was watching the contraction monitor because there were times that he was already rubbing right before I needed him. After another couple hours, I was still at 8 cm. Dr. P asked if he could break my water. It was in my birth plan not to do so, but I asked him if it would speed things up. He said it would, so I quickly agreed. (The weirdest sensation, by the way!) I quickly discovered that some things in my birth plan really weren’t all that important. What was important was a healthy baby!
After Dr. P broke my water, things got way more intense. My contractions were off the chart…literally…and would stay at their peak for 40-50 seconds before tapering off. Want to know what an intense contraction feels like? Well, it feels like someone is clamping down on your thighs with a huge piece of machinery with teeth and then another at the top of your uterus and twisting until you break in half. That is the closest depiction of what it felt like that I can come up with…and I’m sure would feel the exact same way. There was nothing keeping me from screaming in that delivery room. …and, no, I didn’t say anything ugly or curse at Brett…or anyone for that matter. I just writhed in pain and tried to make it through the contraction I was experiencing to get a short rest for a minute or two. Within 45 minutes, I was ready to push. I remember screaming “she’s coming out; I need to push.” I turned over onto my back and Dr. P checked me. I was “complete.” It was time to bring my baby girl into the world. I pushed for about 15 minutes. I remember forgetting to hold my breath for that first pushing contraction, but for each one after that, I remembered the techniques I had practiced from my Bradley Method book. My mama was by my right side encouraging me and ready to take pictures. Brett was on my left encouraging me and helping to hold my leg back. I heard him get really emotional a few times and even through pushing, I could feel how much he loved me and our baby girl.
Side story: At one point during the pushing stage, Karen, one of the nurses, asked what we were going to name our baby girl. I through gritted teeth and a push said “Lila,” but it came out Delilah…which gave everyone except for me a grand laugh. :/
Another thing happened outside of my birth plan, too. Dr. P said he needed to do an episiotomy or I was going to have some really really bad tears….more than I already had, so he did one. I was okay with that, too. Within 15 minutes of pushing, our beautiful baby girl came into the world. She immediately let out a little cry. Brett cut the umbilical cord and they put her on my chest. As soon as she was on my chest, she sneezed the cutest little sneeze. All the pain I had gone through was instantly gone. (Now the only pain is from the episiotomy and stitches, but I have some great meds for that!) Precious baby girl pooped all over me…. a lot! That will definitely be a story to embarrass her with later! All that was left to do was feed my baby girl for the first time! Such a sweet sweet experience! After that, she was wiped down a bit, weighed, measured, diapered and then immediately diapered again because she dirtied that diaper, given the APGAR screening (scored an 8-9), and given back to me! My heart was-and is still- so full! Brett and I are totally in love with her.
I’ll spare you all the details about what all happened to get me cleaned up. Let’s just say it was very disturbing and there was blood everywhere….baseboards, floors, etc. Aren’t you glad I’m sparing you the details?
If blood makes you queasy, you might not want to look at the birth story pictures. You won’t see any private parts, but you will be exposed to a lot. Enjoy, if you wish!
Well, we’re still here…just the two of us waiting on our baby girl! I thought I’d update to let people know what our week has been like so far as only family and a couple friends know anything.
Sunday was our due date. I was okay that morning with the fact that she wasn’t here. I got asked several times at church when my due date is. It is interesting to see people’s reactions. One girl said “oh, I’m sorry.” That was the only time I felt depressed about it and almost started crying. I spent the rest of church in the nursery (how appropriate). I was fine the rest of the day, though. Still felt good, so there really wasn’t anything to be down about.
Monday was a roller coaster of emotions for me…for us, I guess. I woke up incredibly sad and depressed. I really did think there was a strong possibility that Lila would be late, but I didn’t really think about how that might affect me. As Brett got ready to leave that morning, I just laid in bed wondering why Lila hadn’t come yet. I mean, she was supposed to be here already. Most mornings Brett cooks breakfast for the two of us and we eat together before he leaves for work, but I told him I was just going to stay in bed today. When he hugged me goodbye, I lost it. I cried for about and hour continuously and then cried on and off throughout the rest of the day until he got home. I was just so ready for her to be here. I got out of the house for a little bit to ease my mind and get some walking done (in hopes that it would help encourage Lila to come). Grocery shopping was also a MUST since I’ve been keeping very little food in the house. I don’t want to have anything that might go bad in the event that we’re at the hospital.
Monday night a little before 6:30 I started having some serious back labor contractions. There have been other times in the past couple weeks that I’ll feel something and wonder “is this labor,” but this time I knew I was in labor. I started timing them and they were each lasting anywhere from 56-75 seconds and about 3 minutes apart. After they were consistent for 2 hours, we called Brett’s parents. This is actually later than the previously agreed upon time to call them, but I wanted to be sure. They decided to pack their cars and head this way. Here at home, I took a shower, washed and dried my hair, and put on make-up…for pictures, you know. ha! Brett and I had originally planned to go to the hospital when contractions were 2 minutes apart. Some I was having were 2.5 minutes. After 5 hours of consistent contractions, we thought we would go to the hospital. I got dressed and then told Brett I didn’t think we should go just yet, but that we should try to get some rest. Thank goodness, I knew about the emotional signposts of labor, or I might not have been able to make such an informed decision! Seeing as how I was still in the first emotional signpost, I knew I wasn’t in active labor even though the length between contractions said I likely was. Being in early labor meant I still had some time! I went to sleep and only had a few contractions wake me during the night. By the time morning came, however, they were gone. Completely gone.
Here’s a picture of me resting during contractions Monday night:
Tuesday morning I woke up in great spirits and felt great (which has thankfully continued!). I called the labor and delivery department at the hospital. They told me to call my doctor and see if they could see and check me that morning. It sure is nice to have a sister that works at the clinic!🙂 The receptionists scheduled me in at 8:30. I was told that I was 50% effaced and 2 cm dilated and that I definitely was in true labor, but that it had stopped progressing. I’m okay with the fact that it stalled. I was just so thrilled to hear that it was true labor and not false labor even though it had started and stopped. I was also thrilled that there was some sort of progress with my cervix…even if it was only 2 cm!! The doctor ordered an ultrasound just to check on Lila’s development. She’s looking absolutely, perfectly healthy! Throughout the day Tuesday I had some braxton hicks contractions, but nothing even close to resembling true contractions! I’m so glad to know the difference now!
This is a picture of our little girl’s face and arms during her ultrasound Tuesday morning:
This is a video of Lila moving around Tuesday night after dinner and a non-paleo dessert:
Wednesday morning (this morning), I decided I was going for a long walk! My daddy joined me for a 4.5 mile walk! The weather was beautiful (very untypical for August) and the company was wonderful! Maybe…just maybe… it will make a difference! My mama predicted the 15th a while back as Lila’s due date…so we’ll see what the rest of today and tomorrow bring! So far….nothing…but there are many more hours in the day!🙂
Prayers for a quick and easy delivery would be awesome! Most importantly, though, prayers for a healthy beautiful little girl are even more coveted!
Today is your due date! It would be really nice if you would be punctual, but at this point you only have 7.5 hours left to make that happen! If you would grant me with a 7.5 hour labor or less then that would be FANTASTIC! I think it’s highly more likely, however, that you will arrive later. That’s okay…I’m not really uncomfortable or miserable or anything. It’s just that your daddy and I (and lots of other people) are just really ready to meet you! So the sooner the better, okay?
No CrossFit this week as Brett and I thought it best for me to not be sore when I go into labor. I did, however, work in the warehouse again for a couple hours on Wednesday. I got out to “shop” just to walk around a few days, too, but that’s the extent of any physical activity I got this week.
Well, we’ve made it to week 39!! Lila could be here tonight, in the next few days, next week or in the next three weeks! We’re just waiting as patiently as we can to meet our sweet little girl!
According to babycenter.com:
Lila’s waiting to greet the world! She continues to build a layer of fat to help control her body temperature after birth, but it’s likely she already measures about 20 inches and weighs a bit over 7 pounds, about the size of a mini-watermelon. (Boys tend to be slightly heavier than girls.) The outer layers of her skin are sloughing off as new skin forms underneath.
The week in work-outs: I made it to CrossFit THREE times this week (!!!) and worked at the warehouse another day!
Monday- Strength: 15 minutes to establish a 1 rep max Split Jerk; WOD: 5 rounds for time: 25 Jumping Squats, 20 KB/DB Push Press (Both arms, same time), 15 Pullups Strength: 80# split jerk (previous max was 85, which I probably could have done again, but I really do try to not push it TOO much) WOD: 17:30 Modifications: I did air squats instead of jumping squats, 12# DBs for push press, and ring rows for pull-ups.
Tuesday- Strength: High Bar Back Squat: 1X5 @ 75%, 1X3 @ 80%, 1X3 @ 85%, 3X1 @ 90% – go every 2:00; WOD: 5 rounds: 3 HPC @ 80% (of 1RM Clean), 6 Box Jumps 36/30″, 12 T2B, Sprint 100m, Hang Squat Cleans @ 80%, Rest 1:00 between rounds I really played around with my high-bar back squats. I really don’t remember what my pre-pregnancy max was, so I was just working as long as I felt good doing it. For the first 5 reps, I did 65#. For the first set of three, I did 75#. For the next set of three, I did 80#. Then I did 100# for the final three reps. WOD: My time was 17:45. Modifications: I used 20# DBs for the hang power cleans and hang squat cleans (I really miss that barbell!!), 20″ box steps, knee raises instead of toes-to-bar, and I walked the “sprints” for rounds 3 & 4.
Wednesday- worked at non-air conditioned warehouse for two hours moving and sorting through donated items
Saturday- 31 Heroes WOD: AMRAP 31 minutes (As Many Reps As Possible)– 8 Thrusters (155/105#), 6 Rope Climbs, 11 Box Jumps (30/24″) This is a Partner WOD – Partner #1 will perform the work listed above. Partner #2 will run 400m with a sandbag (45/25). Once Partner #2 returns from the run, Partner #1 will grab the sandbag and begin their 400m, while Partner #2 continues work wherever #1 left off. Susan (31 weeks) and I did this WOD together. We completed 218 reps (8 rounds + 8 thrusters + 6 rope climbs + 4 box steps). Modifications: Thrusters 22#, 2:1 rope climbs, 20″ box steps, ran with just the added weight of our pregnant selves. Sus jogged the 440m each time. I walked/jogged the 220m each time.
At my appointment Wednesday, Dr. Wilson (whom I absolutely loved), said I have the blood pressure of a 12 yr old (THANK YOU, CROSSFIT!!), my weight gain was excellent (I didn’t gain any this week…still 163), her head is “WAY DOWN on [my] bladder,” she has a great heartbeat (156), and that my cervix was soft, but not at all dilated. All in all, I thought it was a GREAT appointment, and let’s face it, I loved hearing what an excellent host I’ve been to Lila! I go back again Wednesday and see Dr. Ball!
We’re getting very excited as the time nears for us to meet our baby girl! We pray that she’s healthy, and I selfishly pray that she’s beautiful! Of course, we want her to grow to be beautiful from the inside out, but everyone wants a good-looking baby, right?
We’re preparing the bathroom for her arrival. Brett and I took the old shower doors off to replace it with a cute curtain. Maria came and painted the bathroom! …and we also hooked up the diaper sprayer to the toilet. By the way, if Brett is ever trying to do any handyman type work for you, please make sure he brings me along to teach him how to do it! I love him to death, but he isn’t quite the handy man yet…and love that I can teach him things…even when he tells me I’m wrong, but then has to admit I was right…. right, honey?
The number one question I’m getting right now is “how are you feeling?” The truth is: I feel good. I feel like a did a couple months ago. I heard so many horror stories about those last weeks and how MISERABLE I’d feel. Maybe just trying to stay positive and optimistic helps…maybe it’s working out…maybe it’s Paleo… I don’t know, but whatever it is I’m thankful for it! Don’t mistake that to mean that everything is perfect. I’m not sleeping so well anymore, which does cause a drop in energy. I’m back to the morning sickness and puking (but only in the morning most days). I guess just compared to what I expected to feel like, I feel AMAZING!🙂 I don’t feel absolutely large and actually forget that I’m pregnant sometimes. Seeing my reflection can often catch me completely off-guard! I’m feeling great in my workouts! I’m still scheduling myself to be places! Most days, I’m in control of my emotions! I just feel good! Not bragging, just stating the facts!
Well, I guess it’s about time to leave you with a 39 week picture, but first I want to tell you to expect a 40 week picture….and maybe even a 41 week picture…. Maybe you should just think of my due date as the 20th instead of the 11th….I am!
Lila has really plumped up. She weighs about 6.8 pounds and she is over 19 1/2 inches long. She has a firm grasp, which we’ll soon be able to test when we hold her hand for the first time! Her organs have matured and are ready for life outside the womb.
Wondering what color her eyes will be? We may not be able to tell right away. If she’s born with brown eyes, they’ll likely stay brown. If she’s born with steel gray or dark blue eyes, they may stay gray or blue or turn green, hazel, or brown by the time she’s 9 months old. That’s because a child’s irises (the colored part of the eye) may gain more pigment in the months after she’s born, but they usually won’t get “lighter” or more blue. (Green, hazel, and brown eyes have more pigment than gray or blue eyes.)
I recently saw where a green-eyed dad and brown-eyed mom have a child with the absolute bluest eyes! Brett dreamed she was blue-eyed with blonde curls….I guess anything is possible!
I only made it to CrossFit once this past week, but I did some other stuff to get in activity four days!
Monday: WOD — 20 minute AMRAP (as many rounds as possible), 8 HSPU (handstand push-ups), 12 Pistols, 16 Over the box jumps. Post WOD — Sled sprints. I subbed incline push-ups for the HSPU, air squats for pistols, and over the box steps (12″) for jumps. In the twenty minutes, I completed 8 rounds, plus 8 push-ups, 12 air squats, and 2 over the box steps. For the post-WOD sled sprints, I only did one down and back with a 45 lb plate on the sled. I had a hard time getting it started at first, but then felt fine until I finished…. serious pelvic pressure!
Tuesday- Rest Day
Wednesday- Worked for two hours at the warehouse moving around and sorting through boxes, furniture, etc. in a non-air conditioned facility by the way….sweat a ton!
Thursday- walk with Brett around the neighborhood.
Friday- rest day
Saturday- CrossFit WOD outside of the pool. 4 rounds for time: 25 pushups and 25 kettlebell swings. I did incline pushups and used a 10# KB because that’s what I have at home. I finished it 9:06.