Pregnancy: 3rd Trimester and The End

By the third trimester I was spent. I could barely walk due to excruciating pelvic pain.  it would take me 20 minutes to walk the same distance it took me 5 minutes to do pre-pregnancy.  The vomiting decreased in frequency but I still had issues up until a week before C was born.  My poor husband had to put on my socks and shoes each morning.

The worst part was preparing for labor, delivery, and motherhood.  I would stress about changing diapers for no good reason. But I had not done it before and it seemed like something I would be doing often.

Anyhow I busied myself with prepping for baby.  Making a birth plan and setting up the nursery. Anything to keep my mind off of the reality the labor.  I was certain she would come early…

Fast forward a few days after my due date and this child still had not made her appearance.  I had already went on maternity leave and was so anxious I probably should have been sedated.  I had been having regular contractions getting closer together and spotting but it all suddenly stopped and almost a week later still no baby.

After what seemed like a daily visit to the doctor it was decided that I would be induced.  The baby wasn’t tracing well and my super experienced doctor thought it was safer to get her out.  So I went and got my already packed bag and headed to the hospital.  I remember sitting in the delivery waiting for the induction,  turning to B and saying I change my mind.  I had zero interest in birthing a baby.

But 24 hours later we welcomed Kikka.  After a failed induction and many hours of labor with oxygen, I had an emergency C-section.  Turns out Kikka had the umbilical cord wrapped twice around her neck, was slowly being strangled and was in distress.

I can’t say this enough folks- Get a doctor you trust!  I trusted my doctor with my life and my baby’s life.  She saved my babies life with just her instincts. I have a wonderful thriving baby girl because of her.

The Journey Begins

On January 27th 2016 we found out, at urgent care, that I was pregnant. Rewind to about 3 days earlier. All of a sudden I began to feel a terrible, sharp cramping pain in my lower abdomen. I have a three day rule with any new pain.  I figure since I have chronic pain it would be a waste of time and money to run to the doctor every time I felt a new pain.  Anyhow the pain was so excruciating that I would have to pause when it came on.  It would last a couple minutes initially but began to increase in length and frequency. So on the third day I called in sick from work and B took me to urgent care.
I was convinced something was wrong with my intestines so that’s what I told them.  Small side note- since I had gone off my meds I had been having severe intestinal and rectal pain.  My doctors concluded that it was FM related and I was feeling it more often because of the weaning.  So yes… I tell them it’s getting worse and they proceed to do their standard procedure taking urine and checking vitals.  After a few minutes the doctor returns and announces that I’m pregnant and to follow up with my ob/gyn immediately. Turns out I was having pain because of implantation and I was to expect it to last 2-3 weeks according to my ob/gyn. 

We were quite surprised at the pregnancy as I had not yet missed a period.  But it was a pleasant surprise and we basically skipped out of the doctors down the sidewalk.  Blissfully unaware of what the pregnancy held in store for us.