Miss Olivia sure enjoys stealing The Thunder.
Thunder Theft #1: On Thursday, February 12, Olivia decided to perform some sort of acrobatics in my uterus that caused a gush followed by a splat in the general area of my Lady Business. I thought that I was possibly leaking amniotic fluid, or that my water broke. I was also seriously barfy and just felt "off" all day. This happened on Olivia's second cousin Val's birthday, and her cousin Mathew's birthday.
I'm all up in ur berfday, stealin ur annual kaboomz.
After first going to my hilite appointment, I called my doctor and was told to go to Labor and Delivery to see if my water broke. False alarm! I was sent home with nothing more than a vag swab and a funny conversation about how the doctors there all associate themselves with a Scrubs character, and how I want to be Carla and Mark wants to be The Todd.
Thunder Theft #2: On Friday, February 13, I woke up feeling really sick again. It was the day of my 38 week appointment, and I was busy gearing up for an argument with Sexy Suzy about how I don't want an induction.
And you know what? I had her drinking the No Induction Until My Due Date Kool-Aid. Well, I had her drinking it until she took my blood pressure and then spit it out directly in my face.
I don't know what my blood pressure was at the appointment. I didn't ask, because the nurse took it and didn't look at me and walked directly out of the room to find the doctor. And when things are That Kind of Scary, well, I guess I don't need to know. So for the second day in a row, I was sent to Labor and Delivery to be monitored for preeclampsia. I was to be induced if my blood pressure didn't regulate over the next few hours. We loaded the car just in case, but figured we'd be home that night and going in for a scheduled induction on Tuesday, the 17th. All this happened on Olivia's Grandpa Joe's Birthday.
Grandpas are speshul, but baybees are speshuler.
We spent two hours sitting around while a machine took my blood pressure every 15 minutes. They were still pretty high, but I was convinced that I'd be going home. At my appointment with Sexy Suzy a few hours earlier, I was 1 cm dilated and 60% effaced. Just before we were going to leave, they decided to check me one more time to find that I was dilated 2 cm and about 90% effaced.
In other words: Laboring on my own, bitches!
Thunder Theft #3: Valentines Day has been abolished. It is now Olivia's Birthday. That is all.
I'll save the entire birth story for another time. You know, a time when I've had more than 2 hours of sleep, or maybe when my boobs don't feel like they are going to fly off my body like rockets.
But! Here are some photos!
Thunder Theft #4: Grandma's Birthday - see Thunder Theft #2 re: Grandpa's Birthdays.
Poor Olivia has a pretty wicked case of jaundice. They took her from us Saturday night and put her under lights. We only got to see her for 20 minutes at a time every three hours, and only to try to breast feed (which...that is a whole 'nother post right there). She required an extra night in the hospital. I only cried twice.
Olivia came home with us on February 17, which is her Grandma Lori's birthday.
Being that she is a teeny 5 pound cocktail peanut, she has no clothing that fits. My mom bought us a couple preemie outfits, and we had to run out and get more today after she pooped on one of them and spit up on the other.
We had to take her for a follow up appointment yesterday and today, and her bilirubin levels are going up again. So she may be going back to the hospital, again, and under the lights for no less than 18 hours a day. Bringing my grand total of crying to three. Because I just want to have her home and give her all the cuddles and love that she deserves.
The only plus is that my maternity photo shoot will now be a newborn photo shoot. And Olivia might have a nice little sun tan for her first modeling gig (because seriously, who wants that orange jaundice spray on tan look?).