For the past few years I’ve had to be reminded how old I am. It isn’t that I’m ashamed or wanting to be 29 forever, I just find it hard to believe that I’m in my thirties with two kids and all the responsiblities that come with being an adult. Do my parents seem old enough to REALLY be grandparents? Umm….nope! I really, really love my birthday and start sing-songing about it months in advance, but this year it arrived and I’d hardly had a chance to realize that it was February. The tradition in our home is that we don’t exchange gifts, but go away for a weekend and the non-birthday person has to plan everything. It is, without a doubt, one of my favorite traditions that we’ve got; however, this year it didn’t really seem right to try and guess what life would be like with Audrey’s due date close to my birthday.
It was a great move and Barry had a chance to meet up with some of his friends on my actual birthday to go snowshoeing (which actually got cancelled…) and I opted to head to Anacortes to meet up with my family. Phil hadn’t met Audrey yet and it seemed like a perfect time to go. We celebrated my birthday the day before I left for A-Town, with Maggie and Barry making a cake complete with Christmas sprinkles. It was very fancy! Barry gifted me with two amazing gifts, the best being a summertime road trip to Chico, one of the best places on earth!! I literally had to pick my jaw up of the ground after he told me the news…he’s already booked the rooms and everything. I am already planning and daydreaming about hitting the road with our little crew. My husband is awesome.
Even though Barry’s snowshoeing trip got cancelled, I had already made plans in A-Town so we packed up the car and I headed North with the girls in the backseat. It turned out to be a great couple days celebrating my birthday because both my brothers were in town and we all piled into cars and headed to my parents favorite beach on Whidbey Island for an afternoon walk. The following are photos taken on that walk….Happy Birthday to ME!
After almost a week of anti-itch drugs, I was happy to have finally slept for a few nights. Yeah!
Anyone that has more than one child will tell you, almost without hesitation, that having a second is much easier and very different than the first. This rang true for me in a variety of different ways, starting from the moment that I found out I was pregnant. This time around not only did I feel much, much better, but I also had more going on and wasn’t able to focus on being pregnant every single second and day. Part of me had a bit of guilt that I wasn’t tracking this pregnancy in the same way that I did when I was pregnant with Maggie, but the reality was that my life, with working and trying to be a mother to an almost 3 year old, didn’t leave much room.
With my second pregnancy I thankfully didn’t have any strong cravings (because I’m not sure my system could have withstood another Dick’s Drive In overload) and the heartburn returned with a roar. I stuck to my rule of wearing tunics and boots and felt like I was living my life in jammies all day long, I felt comfortable and relaxed about everything. Barry and I were thrilled to be welcoming a second daughter into our life together and both of us felt strongly that Maggie would be a phenomenal big sister.
In early December I started to get really itchy palms and feet at night time and my sleep became very touch-and-go. I’d be up in the middle of the night itching and feeling very uncomfortable, but just thought that perhaps that was just what the third trimester was supposed to be about – increasingly uncomfortable. I mentioned something to my doctor just before we went to Mount Hood and she suggested maybe my boots were making me itch and to air out my feet some at the end of the day. I did this and got no relief. In fact, the itching became worse and worse. Eventually my entire body was itching and I was hardly sleeping at all.
By the time my next appointment rolled around I mentioned again to my doctor how horrible I felt in terms of itching and that nothing was working to help alleviate anything or help me sleep. I was regularly up in the middle of the night taking showers and scrubbing my self practically raw. My skin was super, super gross and I had crossed over into the “I don’t care how I look because I’m freakin’ uncomfortable and not sleeping” stage of being pregnant. The pumice scrubber was my BFF and I would walk back and forth on our textured rug to give my feet a bit of relief.
The doctor suggested that we run a few blood tests to see if I had cholestasis of pregnancy…I went home and googled it. (Note to self: never, ever google ANYTHING medical related. Ever.) The next day I went to work and was sitting at my desk when the office called to say that my doctor was on the phone. What the hell? My doctor? I didn’t even know that my doctor knew my work number. Anyhow, my students were at Music and so I had the office patch the doctor thorough. I was asked if I could please leave work and come to the hospital to take a Non Stress Test, have more blood work done and get a ultrasound of my liver. Ummm…..and was I feeling fetal movement? Turns out my numbers had come back in the blood test that suggested cholestasis. Apparently my liver was working against me and my baby.
It was right about that moment that shit got real. (sorry for swearing, but umm……)
Fetal movement? I nearly had a nervous breakdown when I realized that I hadn’t been paying attention to Audrey’s movements and more focused on my state of itchiness. After I finally calmed myself down, after phone calls to Barry, my mom and back to the doctor’s office, I felt her kickin’ her way around and felt such peace. My principal was simply amazing and helped me load things into my car (my staff had thrown a baby shower for me that morning before school) and sent me on my way to pick up Barry and head to the hospital.
By the time I made it to pick up Barry at work, I was a moderately better and just being with Barry helped me immensely. This was the start of where Barry became my rock and person to lean on. He is so calm, the eye of the storm and my emotions ranged from high to low. We went to the hospital and had a battery of tests – ultrasound didn’t suggest that my liver was obviously acting out, blood tests we’d have to wait for, and the non stress test showed that Audrey was happy in my tummy.
We touched base with my doctor and she had concern about why I was so itchy and why my numbers came back elevated. With women that have cholestasis of pregnancy it is very strongly suggested that babies are out of the womb by 38 weeks because of the high incidence of stillbirth this late in pregnancy. I was just a few days shy of 38 weeks and at this point I just wanted to have my baby. Even the thought of stillbirth made me queasy. After some discussion, we decided that on Monday, two days later, we’d try to induce labor and see what happened. My doctor also gave me some medication to help the itchiness which I practically wanted to inhale the prescription in hopes that it’d help.
Late Sunday evening my mom came to spend the night and we went to sleep knowing that the hospital would call early the next morning in anticipation of our arrival for an induction….I thought to myself as I feel asleep that night that it would be my last night without two babies under our roof. Oh, was I wrong.
I still had another week before we’d induce labor….
