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Welcoming Reagan Bea: A Birth Story

Written by Erin Hill. Posted in Diaper Duty

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Two weeks ago, I was told I’d have my baby girl via caesarian section on Nov. 18 at 1:30 p.m. at 39 weeks. Very nice! I like things planned. I pushed the fact that she could come earlier to the back of my mind and kept on planning, preparing and dreaming for Nov. 18.

The day came (and she hadn’t) so things worked out, but this time around was very different than my scheduled induction and eventual c-section with Lincoln. I didn’t have to wait around all day for the inevitable (I told the doctor she was wasting everyone’s time inducing me with Linc.). There were no lengthy speeches of “this is what we’re going to do now…” It was more “this is it” and “here we go.” I wasn’t in labor, which made it a nicer experience and a WAY better time getting that needle in my back. (That, by the way, is smaller and delivers a different medicine than an epidural.)

They did all the prep work, got me into one of those sexy gowns and shower caps, and all the people responsible for baby and me making it through to the other side visited and got my autograph. After my doctor and I goofed around for a bit, and they put my husband in a green outfit that made him look like a hot doctor, we were ready to roll. Er, walk. I walked into the OR where they delivered my “spinal,” asked me a bunch of questions (I can’t remember), told me a bunch of stuff (I can’t remember), and started just before bringing in my husband.

I was warned the procedure may take longer than my last one (I don’t remember how long that one took) because of scar tissue from my appendectomy in September, but my doctor peeked over the curtain to tell me everything “looked beautiful in there.” Whatever scar tissue I had was not in the location they wanted to go. While they worked, the doctor and her assistant talked about Thanksgiving plans and family like they were out to lunch, which made me laugh and tell them they should be focusing more on me. I was kidding. It was really a nice time. My husband and I talked, and I listed to the doctors talk. It was way more chill than the first time.

I arrived at the hospital at 11:30 a.m., the OR was ready for me at 1:30 p.m. (my scheduled time), and baby girl was born at 2:04 p.m. to a crowd that called her “chunky” and an “aggressive crier.” (She sounded like a duck!) The final weigh in was 9 lbs, 2 oz, with a length of 21 inches, which made me tear up. I wanted another big baby and, after all we’d been through and with only a total weight gain of 19 lbs, I got her! I like me a big baby! They gave her to my husband and I was immediately surprised by how she looked EXACTLY like Lincoln when he was born.

We were wheeled into recovery where I got my bonding time (because we requested no visitors until the next day), started breast feeding, and regained feeling in my legs. They took me up to what would be my room for the next three nights, and Adam left to go get big brother from school. He had the very important job of naming his sister (from a list of suggestions, of course).

When he arrived, baby was crying and Linc looked terrified. He was probably half scared his sister was crying and half scared because mom was once again in the hospital hooked up to stuff. He quickly named her Reagan. Her middle name, Bea, is Adam’s great aunt’s name.

They boys hung out for a while, and Lincoln didn’t want to hold his sister at all (which was OK. He’ll have plenty of time.). Adam took Linc to Linc’s “girlfriend’s” house where our dear, dear friends would keep him until I was released on Thursday.

My recovery is going great and Reagan is so super cute!! Any fears I had were (as usual) were unfounded and things were smooth for our first night at home.

It’s very weird to have another kid, but while we were watching TV last night and my husband was cuddling with Linc and I was cuddling with Reagan, I realized we needed two kids. One of us (usually him) was always left out during cuddle time.

Thank you all at Pittsburgh Mom for your help and advice during my pregnancy.

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Delivering Worries

Written by Erin Hill. Posted in Diaper Duty

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Baby is scheduled to arrive on Nov. 18!

While I’m excited, my nerves have got the best of me. I wasn’t nervous having my son. I suppose it’s because I had an awesome pregnancy, and I was ignorant to any complications that could have occurred during delivery and after. I purposefully didn’t read up on any of that and put my faith in my doctor and her guidance.

As you may know, this pregnancy was a whole lot different that my first. However, everything I went through wasn’t pregnancy related. Maybe that’s good? With my son, my thought was “Ah! What could go wrong?” With this one, it’s “What WILL go wrong?”

I’m getting a c-section again and since I had my appendix out in Sept., I’m told it’ll be a bit more complicated this time. Scar tissue is forming, and I may still be healing so there are challenges for the doctor.

A lot of people keep telling me that I’ve been through enough so I’ll be OK. Well, why would my “troubles” stop? Ever since my surgery, I’ve been hit with pains, infections, the flu, and a bladder infection. Every week it was something so I can’t help but think it’ll continue once I have another surgery and a baby! And, I can’t even start on my concerns for baby and all she’s been subjected to. I’m anxious to hear her cry and for them to tell me she’s perfect.

But, I’m pushing those thoughts aside as best I can. I’m going to have a baby! YAY!

How did you cure your worries about your deliveries?

(The next time you read a post from me, I’ll be a mother of TWO!)

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Begin the Countdown to Baby 2

Written by Erin Hill. Posted in Diaper Duty

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I’m due November 25, but scheduling a C-section for the week before. So, today marks LESS than a month until baby 2, or Baby Dosa, arrives! Yipee!

It’s so strange how different this second time has been. Not so much with how I’m feeling physically, but just the stuff we didn’t get to do as far as the thinking and planning. There has just been so much going on – so much more than I expected. When you’re busy with a three-year-old, renovations, getting your appendix out, and rolling into the holidays, it really takes the time away from baby dreaming and planning.

I am very excited now. (Not that I wasn’t before, I just forgot to be!) Finally, I’m pulling out the baby stuff and getting it ready. Little onesies and pants and socks are appearing and getting washed and organized and put away. I was smart enough to pull everything out early and assess our situation, make lists of what we needed to buy and do, and get rid of the stuff I know we won’t be using. Now, it’s crunch time, but I'm not stressing. I know baby will come when she comes, and she'll have what she needs -- ME!

What did you do your last month before baby? Was it really different the second (or third, or fourth) time around?

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When do you teach them to 'just say no'?

Written by Erin Hill. Posted in Diaper Duty

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Addiction is in my family and while I don’t obsess over it (yet), I often worry that Lincoln has this terrible disease. I feel crazy sometimes, but I’ve seen this disease ruin a life (and really mess with some other people’s), and it’s pretty much the number one thing I worry about happening to Linc. Out of all that could happen I worry most that he’ll become an addict.

How and when does this discussion about drugs and alcohol come up? I’m not going to talk to a three-year-old about it, but what about when he’s six? Seven? My family member started chewing tobacco at 10 and was in to drugs and alcohol at 14. When asked why, he says “I just felt like doing it. So I did for 26 years.” Today, he has been sober for almost two years.

I’ve never done illegal drugs, and I’m not sure how much I have to offer with a don’t-do-drugs speech except to use some examples of my family member’s life. How much of an impact will that have? Addiction is a disease. If he’s got it, how can it be stopped? From what I’ve experiences, it has nothing to do with your class, education or upbringing. It just is.

I believe I never did drugs because I never had the opportunity, I never really gave in to peer pressure of any kind, and I just had to take one look at my family member, who was deep in his addiction when I was in junior high and high school, to know I did not want that. My parents never talked to me about drugs.

When and how have you talked to your kids about drugs and alcohol?

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It's an appendix!

Written by Erin Hill. Posted in Diaper Duty

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The last few weeks have been -- uhhh -- eventful. I had an appendectomy on September 14. (Reminder: I’m pregnant – 29 weeks at that time.)

Now, I'm going to go into this story only to back up my plea to all the moms out there to PLEASE listen to yourself! Moms have a reputation for putting their own issues on the back burner for the good of the family. I shake off an ache here or a sore throat there and keep pushing to get dinner ready or Lincoln to gymnastics. It's what we do. Sometimes (usually, I hope) it's OK. Sometimes, it isn't. This time for me, it wasn't the thing to do, and I knew it even if others didn't.

I had gone to the emergency room on the 10th complaining of stomach and side pain. I was sent home that day only to return the 13th because I wasn’t better. My head, my heart and my pain told me to go back.

At my first visit I was told I had the flu and probably pulled a muscle from being sick. I wasn’t that sick and pretty much begged them to keep looking for something. They said they did all they could (ultrasound, some GI stuff, etc.), and I should go home, take Tylenol and apply heat to my side. I went home and did what they told me to do. I figured I went there for help and that they are trying to help so I'll listen. I never got better.

When I came back on the 13th, I had a CT scan. This was ordered by my OB, but not the greatest thing to do on a pregnant woman. I assume that's why this usual (on only) next step for a non-pregnant person wasn't taken the first time. The CT scan showed I had appendicitis. Surgery followed the next morning where it was found out that my appendix had actually burst but contained itself (and all the "junk") in a sack. This could have been a lot worse. I was given medicine to prevent preterm labor and also some shots to develop baby girl’s lungs, brains and bowels in case she made her debut since abdominal surgery is risky when they’ve got a big baby to work around.

So, I tell you this tale because I want to make sure you listen to yourself. I sort of did but didn’t in this situation at first. For whatever reason baby and I were protected from something very serious – had I waited it out any long, I may not have been able to write this blog post for you or had some kind of different news to report to you all about baby girl. I thought I had gone to the right place where they could help a pregnant lady (I won’t tell you where, but you can probably guess), but that particular doctor was a little scared of the situation – or so I was told by my OB.

I’m on the mend. Baby girl is kicking away in there and as far as anyone can tell, she’s unharmed and waiting for late Nov. to meet us all. I hope the decisions I made these last few weeks for her were good ones. I wasn't prepared to make life or death decisions just yet for her or myself, frankly.

Did any of you have an appendectomy while pregnant? Anyone have any surgeries while pregnant?

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