I don't want a c section. I've done many things to get ready for labor and I don't want a c section and I am feeling very pathetically sorry for myself right now.
I didn't want a lot of things when I was pregnant. I didn't want my parents to throw me out of the house and onto the streets at age 19, with no job, and no education. But they did and I survived and thrived. I didn't want my child to be born with serious emotional issues. But she was. And she survived and thrived. I didn't want my toxic mother in law to send packages addressed to my children filled with candy and notes asking why she wasn't allowed to play with them anymore. But she did. And we survived and thrived.
My point is...
There are more important issues coming up for you. This one isnt in your hands. Let it go. You can't afford to waste time or energy on anything that isn't helping you and Marla. You have a lot of things going for you that you should be thankful for. a lot. Focus on those things, not the things going wrong. You can't win playing that game. Part of parenting is controlling what you can control and letting the rest of it slide without a second thought.
If the thought of having a c section throws you into this much of an emotional tailspin, maybe you should consider seeking out the services of a professional who can help walk you through your feelings.
Well said. Nicer than I would have said anyway.
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I am sure when the time comes that Squeaks will deliver her baby with grace and enthusiasm no matter in which way Marla makes her entrance, but I can completely understand being thrown for a loop when what you are hoping for and planning for threatens to unravel.
Good news is that all the work you have been doing to prepare for the birth will come in handy to help you recover from either type of delivery.
-- Edited by NAOW on Monday 10th of November 2014 02:53:56 PM
I am sure when the time comes that Squeaks will deliver her baby with grace and enthusiasm no matter in which way Marla makes her entrance, but I can completely understand being thrown for a loop when what you are hoping for and planning for threatens to unravel.
Good news is that all the work you have been doing to prepare for the birth will come in handy to help you recover from either type of delivery.
-- Edited by NAOW on Monday 10th of November 2014 02:53:56 PM
We are talking about a C section, not about fetal abnormality. I think she needs some assistance putting things into perspective.
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Good grief. Plenty of women need a moment to adjust to the thought of having a C section. Give her a break and let the news sink in and she will be fine.
Good grief. Plenty of women need a moment to adjust to the thought of having a C section. Give her a break and let the news sink in and she will be fine.
It's probably better that it came up now, instead of 3 weeks from now. Gives some time to adjust to the possibility.
I'm pulling for Marla to do some more fancy gymnastics and get back into place.
Weren't you a good gymnast, Squeaks? Like mother, like daughter.
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There is still tons of time for the baby to get into position. It's silly to worry this soon. Some women don't drop until the very last minute.
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I don't think so. And I'm bothered by your suggestion of therapy. I'm frustrated by how things have been going and it feels like every day there is a new way for the carpet to be yanked out from underneath me. I am so frustrated and there's not much I can do about it. I did my research and decided that I wanted a natural childbirth, I decided that would be the best for my baby and I'm facing the fact that another thing I've planned for Marla may fall apart. I've also never had surgery before. I have my tonsils, I have my appendix, I have never been cut on and that unsettles me quite a bit. It's overwhelming.
I've spent some time looking up ways to help the baby turn and trying them out. Some feel very silly, but if it helps it helps.
There is a procedure called external version. My sister had it done with her second, who was breech at 8 months, and the baby turned. Her OB manually palpated the baby from the outside.
That was in 1981. Not sure you can find anybody today that would be willing to do it.
But it's probably worth some asking or looking.
-- Edited by Blankie on Monday 10th of November 2014 03:20:26 PM
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My doctor mentioned that, he also mentioned the success rate was somewhere close to 50%, it has to be done in a hospital, it carries risks for mother and baby, and it's more likely to be successful on women who have had babies before. He also said women found it extremely uncomfortable and once the baby is flipped, there is nothing to prevent the baby from flipping right back to the way they were before the procedure.
Parenthood often doesn't go as planned. You need to expect the unexpected. You can plan all you want but you will find that those plans will change.
I planned for a natural childbirth myself. Didn't get it. I purposely avoided public places as much as possible towards the end of my pregnancy because I didn't want my water to break in public. Didn't get that either. I wanted to be the first to hold my baby. Didn't get it. I wanted to breastfeed. Didn't produce enough to feed my son. There was a lot of stuff I wanted but didn't get. But guess what? I did get the most important thing - a happy, healthy baby.
The best laid plans of men and mice oft go astray....
It is frustrating when other people don't do what you want them to do...as a mother, I have learned to adjust. And manipulate. LOL
Especially when you have already removed the little minion from the forbidden area for the umpteenth time and he STILL works his way back there. It's been one of those mornings here but thankfully he's taking a nap right now.
I know you love Yoga, so see if someone can help you with this. My best friend specializes in turning babies. She has an 85% success rate. She works with Vanderbilt and several other local hospitals. The patients come to her house 3 days a week 2 weeks before the baby is born.
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I don't think so. And I'm bothered by your suggestion of therapy. I'm frustrated by how things have been going and it feels like every day there is a new way for the carpet to be yanked out from underneath me. I am so frustrated and there's not much I can do about it. I did my research and decided that I wanted a natural childbirth, I decided that would be the best for my baby and I'm facing the fact that another thing I've planned for Marla may fall apart. I've also never had surgery before. I have my tonsils, I have my appendix, I have never been cut on and that unsettles me quite a bit. It's overwhelming.
I know you are frustrated. Welcome to motherhood.
Chef said it best. We can plan all we want. But kids don't care about our plans. Stuff is going to happen. Period. It's how you handle it that matters. You have a LOT going on right now. A hell of a lot. I think it would be a great idea to find someone neutral to talk to about everything that's going on in your life to help you work through your emotions. There is no shame in it, certainly no harm. And it could prove to be quite helpful.
But it when this baby comes, I guarantee that what you want will go down to last on the list of importance.
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Planning to have a baby and having a baby are two completely different events.
Planning to raise a child and raising a child are two completely different events.
The only thing that helps the most is to relax. It's the most consistent advice you are getting. Relax.
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I don't think so. And I'm bothered by your suggestion of therapy. I'm frustrated by how things have been going and it feels like every day there is a new way for the carpet to be yanked out from underneath me. I am so frustrated and there's not much I can do about it. I did my research and decided that I wanted a natural childbirth, I decided that would be the best for my baby and I'm facing the fact that another thing I've planned for Marla may fall apart. I've also never had surgery before. I have my tonsils, I have my appendix, I have never been cut on and that unsettles me quite a bit. It's overwhelming.
I know you are frustrated. Welcome to motherhood.
Chef said it best. We can plan all we want. But kids don't care about our plans. Stuff is going to happen. Period. It's how you handle it that matters. You have a LOT going on right now. A hell of a lot. I think it would be a great idea to find someone neutral to talk to about everything that's going on in your life to help you work through your emotions. There is no shame in it, certainly no harm. And it could prove to be quite helpful.
But it when this baby comes, I guarantee that what you want will go down to last on the list of importance.
I'll say! Especially when all you want is to get out of the house and the kid has a blowout :P
I don't think so. And I'm bothered by your suggestion of therapy. I'm frustrated by how things have been going and it feels like every day there is a new way for the carpet to be yanked out from underneath me. I am so frustrated and there's not much I can do about it. I did my research and decided that I wanted a natural childbirth, I decided that would be the best for my baby and I'm facing the fact that another thing I've planned for Marla may fall apart. I've also never had surgery before. I have my tonsils, I have my appendix, I have never been cut on and that unsettles me quite a bit. It's overwhelming.
I know you are frustrated. Welcome to motherhood.
Chef said it best. We can plan all we want. But kids don't care about our plans. Stuff is going to happen. Period. It's how you handle it that matters. You have a LOT going on right now. A hell of a lot. I think it would be a great idea to find someone neutral to talk to about everything that's going on in your life to help you work through your emotions. There is no shame in it, certainly no harm. And it could prove to be quite helpful.
But it when this baby comes, I guarantee that what you want will go down to last on the list of importance.
I'll say! Especially when all you want is to get out of the house and the kid has a blowout :P
Those are the worst! Or... You are on your way to get pictures taken and someone throws up. Always pleasant. I had a projectile vomiter. I lived in barf.
All I can add is that if you feel you are a failure every time something doesn't go as planned you will probably live in failure hood land. Being a parent is about flexibility. It's about adjusting. It's not about what you want or need or planned for anything else but what works. And trust me, you will end up trying things you never thought you would just to see if it works. There is no one correct way to parent. Everyone has to find their own path. Every day brings new challenges and issues that you didn't plan for. It will be like that until your children die. Even as adults they are there to mess with what you have perfectly planned out! It's life.
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Sit down. Write out exactly what you want. How you want things to go.
Then wad it up and throw it away.
As long as the child is healthy, safe, fed, dry and loved, nothing else matters.
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Thankfully, I haven't been projectile vomited on yet. I have been spat up on in public. It's always fun walking around with a wet shirt!
An added bonus with boys is the unexpected 'christening' of wherever you're changing their diaper. DH got a wet welcome to fatherhood a couple hours after he was born :P
I don't think so. And I'm bothered by your suggestion of therapy. I'm frustrated by how things have been going and it feels like every day there is a new way for the carpet to be yanked out from underneath me. I am so frustrated and there's not much I can do about it. I did my research and decided that I wanted a natural childbirth, I decided that would be the best for my baby and I'm facing the fact that another thing I've planned for Marla may fall apart. I've also never had surgery before. I have my tonsils, I have my appendix, I have never been cut on and that unsettles me quite a bit. It's overwhelming.
I know you are frustrated. Welcome to motherhood.
Chef said it best. We can plan all we want. But kids don't care about our plans. Stuff is going to happen. Period. It's how you handle it that matters. You have a LOT going on right now. A hell of a lot. I think it would be a great idea to find someone neutral to talk to about everything that's going on in your life to help you work through your emotions. There is no shame in it, certainly no harm. And it could prove to be quite helpful.
But it when this baby comes, I guarantee that what you want will go down to last on the list of importance.
I'll say! Especially when all you want is to get out of the house and the kid has a blowout :P
Those are the worst! Or... You are on your way to get pictures taken and someone throws up. Always pleasant. I had a projectile vomiter. I lived in barf.
All I can add is that if you feel you are a failure every time something doesn't go as planned you will probably live in failure hood land. Being a parent is about flexibility. It's about adjusting. It's not about what you want or need or planned for anything else but what works. And trust me, you will end up trying things you never thought you would just to see if it works. There is no one correct way to parent. Everyone has to find their own path. Every day brings new challenges and issues that you didn't plan for. It will be like that until your children die. Even as adults they are there to mess with what you have perfectly planned out! It's life.
Yep. That's the way it goes. When DD was little I was thinking of starting a blog or something titled 'Reasons I'm late.' There were so many insane ways that she held me up, it was unbelievable, lol. I might have to start thinking about it again with Baby A.
I had a friend who would have to drive around for hours, and then sleep in her car because the minute she tried to take the child out of the car, she would wake up screaming. She slept in her car for 6 months. 6 freakin long months. I would have parked that car in the garage while running.
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I had a friend who would have to drive around for hours, and then sleep in her car because the minute she tried to take the child out of the car, she would wake up screaming. She slept in her car for 6 months. 6 freakin long months. I would have parked that car in the garage while running.
This could have been me!
DD had colic. The only way I could get her to fall asleep was in the car. And I tried everything. She would wake up screaming as soon as we tried to move her from the car/car seat. I spent a few nights in the car driving around, she would occasionally wake up when we turned the engine off. I drove as long as I could and then DH would get in the car and take a turn. It was brutal. We ended up taking the whole car seat into the house (before they had the cool snap in carriers that they do now) and setting it next to our bed.
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I had a friend who would have to drive around for hours, and then sleep in her car because the minute she tried to take the child out of the car, she would wake up screaming. She slept in her car for 6 months. 6 freakin long months. I would have parked that car in the garage while running.
This could have been me!
DD had colic. The only way I could get her to fall asleep was in the car. And I tried everything. She would wake up screaming as soon as we tried to move her from the car/car seat. I spent a few nights in the car driving around, she would occasionally wake up when we turned the engine off. I drove as long as I could and then DH would get in the car and take a turn. It was brutal. We ended up taking the whole car seat into the house (before they had the cool snap in carriers that they do now) and setting it next to our bed.
I did the same thing! Rocking it the whole time...and then rocking it once it was on the floor beside the bed until I was sure DS was out.
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DD was like that. We would drive for hours. Once, bleary eyed and unable to function, my BFF came over. I was so tired that after I buckled her in I fell asleep on my feet. My friend put the car in gear and accidentally rolled over my foot. I slept through it.
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I had a friend who would have to drive around for hours, and then sleep in her car because the minute she tried to take the child out of the car, she would wake up screaming. She slept in her car for 6 months. 6 freakin long months. I would have parked that car in the garage while running.
This could have been me!
DD had colic. The only way I could get her to fall asleep was in the car. And I tried everything. She would wake up screaming as soon as we tried to move her from the car/car seat. I spent a few nights in the car driving around, she would occasionally wake up when we turned the engine off. I drove as long as I could and then DH would get in the car and take a turn. It was brutal. We ended up taking the whole car seat into the house (before they had the cool snap in carriers that they do now) and setting it next to our bed.
A slept in his car seat from the time he was born until he started trying to sit up. Then he slept sitting up, leaning against my side till he was about 6 months.
I had to feed him every two hours. I could only give him 1 ounce at a time and I had to give it to him so slow it took about an hour to feed him.
The opening at the top of his stomach didn't develop and mature properly. It wouldn't close and the second he was laid down everything in his stomach came out.
He was hungry all the time. And he was hurting all the time from the stomach acid. It was probably the hardest time in my life. I had two others, one still taking a bottle about 3 in the morning. C was in pre school 3 half days a week and I was working 2nd shift.
But we all got through it.
Squeaks the hardest, most exhausting and time consuming thing you ever do is also the most rewarding, fulfilling and great adventure you will ever have. Both at the same time. Having and raising child is worth every second of it.
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Glad I am not the only one. I think I did it while silently crying from exhaustion. lol.
That's funny. This is the first time I have ever admitted to the being asleep and having my foot run over thing.
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I bought some of the nasal saline stuff. Can't say that it was terrible, but it isn't something I'd want to do on a daily basis.
So sorry to hear it isn't for you.
Try the Vaseline. Just a tiny, tiny smear in the nose. It will soothe and help it heal.
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Go a whole season without snow and everyone forgets how to drive in it.
I was just watching the news. I do not envy you. But I do feel for you.
Only 4 months till Spring.
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NAOW, colic is horrible. Horrible. I wish I'd had a plug in swing. Ours wound up too. And made a loud noise when you wound it up. It always startled the kids. Plug in swings are the idea of a saint.
Just an FYI, it was 78 here today. Supposed to be the same tomorrow. Although the rest of the week is only supposed to hit the mid fifties. I'm desperately trying not to use the ac or heat.
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Go a whole season without snow and everyone forgets how to drive in it.
I was just watching the news. I do not envy you. But I do feel for you.
Only 4 months till Spring.
I don't mind it.. yet, lol.
No school tomorrow which is good since all this stuff will freeze tonight and be worse tomorrow.
I count down to Spring like Tig counts down to Christmas.
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NAOW, colic is horrible. Horrible. I wish I'd had a plug in swing. Ours wound up too. And made a loud noise when you wound it up. It always startled the kids. Plug in swings are the idea of a saint.
Just an FYI, it was 78 here today. Supposed to be the same tomorrow. Although the rest of the week is only supposed to hit the mid fifties. I'm desperately trying not to use the ac or heat.
It's 60 here now.
It's going to drop steadily for the next few days. A low of 26 for Friday morning. Yuck!
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My life is so boring that I have nothing to contribute to this thread!
That isn't boring. It's called calm and drama free.
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NAOW, colic is horrible. Horrible. I wish I'd had a plug in swing. Ours wound up too. And made a loud noise when you wound it up. It always startled the kids. Plug in swings are the idea of a saint.
Just an FYI, it was 78 here today. Supposed to be the same tomorrow. Although the rest of the week is only supposed to hit the mid fifties. I'm desperately trying not to use the ac or heat.
The crank swings must have been invented by someone who didn't soend any time with babies!
our colicky baby also liked the swing. That was how I showered. I had to get in and get out before it needed cranked up again or all heck would break loose. She wouldn't sleep in it though. It just soothed her while she was awake. Which was pretty amazing.
And yeah, colic is a bear. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. People ask why our girls are 6 years apart. I just smile and say "colic!"
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Go a whole season without snow and everyone forgets how to drive in it.
I was just watching the news. I do not envy you. But I do feel for you.
Only 4 months till Spring.
I don't mind it.. yet, lol.
No school tomorrow which is good since all this stuff will freeze tonight and be worse tomorrow.
I count down to Spring like Tig counts down to Christmas.
But you don't get to give people presents for Spring. Christmas is better.
Yes I do! Easter baskets!
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Are we doing Secret Bunny? No? Christmas is better.
But in the Spring, We can go outside and play in the water.
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