Guess what! I am the most pregnant woman at my doctor’s practice! By a long shot, too… Everyone due last week have had their babies and everyone due THIS week have already had their babies too. Except for me. It turns out my baby just is really competitive and is already the best at something even though she’s still in the womb! How many babies (well, their moms) get to say that?

The doctor says that there still is no progress at all down in the ol’ baby region, but all the tests went well today, so I get to spend another couple days at home with a full night’s sleep. I thought they were going to induce me on Thursday, but turns out they start the process on Wednesday afternoon… 3 PM to be exact. More deets to come. Stay tuned!

Until then, you better believe I’m going to try to sleep a lot and “treat myself.”

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Tomorrow I have my last doctor’s appointment before the baby’s arrival. Crazy! I recently read through all of my “Baby Mama” posts and it has been wonderful to remember my whole pregnant experience. In some ways it went SO fast, especially from weeks 30-40. But in other ways, it feels like I have been pregnant FOR-EV-ER! I found out on March 28th and I remember that December 1st seemed so far away… but we’re here now, actually… there we were…!

So, people have been asking what the baby situation is currently. Here are the “tails” (as Tom from Parks and Rec says). Tomorrow at my doctor’s appointment, he’ll check me again to see if I’m effaced or dilated. I wasn’t at all last week, but I’ve been having some mild contractions and a bit of nausea so I’m hoping that means there has been some progress. After my doctor’s appointment, I head over to the hospital to do another Non-Stress Test, like I did on Thursday, just to monitor the baby’s heartbeat. If the heartbeat passes the test, then I’ll wait until Thursday to be induced (and likely deliver the baby on Friday). If the heartbeat does not pass the test, then I will be induced tomorrow. But, I’m like 95% positive it will be Thursday (and I’m praying for T.J.’s sake since it’s the last week of class, it will be Thursday).

Other than that, all is well. I’m feeling good, had a great day at church and loved watching the First Presidency’s Christmas Devotional. I’ve been very bummed that I’m missing the Ward’s Christmas party this Friday, but President Uchtdorf’s talk reminded me that the focus of Christmas should not be on all the parties and presents and marketing. It’s should be on Christ. I’m grateful for that reminder and for the amazing Christmas spirit that we can feel in our lives if we just open our hearts, serve others, and remember our Savior who lived and died that we might return back to our Father in Heaven. That’s what Christmas is all about.

Austin Reed McEvoy came into the world on May 27, 2005 in Cincinnati, Ohio.  There is something so special and unique about the day your first-born enters the world.  After a fairly easy pregnancy and 9 painful hours of labor, my husband and I welcomed little Austin (well, not so little, more like 9 lbs. 5 oz!) into our lives.  I will always remember that moment the doctor placed him into my arms.  It was such a surreal and out-of-body experience.  For us, we felt that this was the most memorable and important day of our lives (other than the day we got married).  Here we were–blessed with one of God’s children and not only that, but a child of God that was sent to US, not anybody else– to be taken care of, taught, loved, and raised.  You would think that the weight of that responsibility would seem daunting at first.  But for some strange reason, at that moment, it wasn’t to us.  It just felt RIGHT and we were ready for that responsibility in our lives.  I can’t explain in words the emotions and instant LOVE that overwhelmed us as we held our sweet infant in my arms.  It was such a powerfully spiritual moment for us and we were suddenly overcome with gratitude and joy for this child of ours.

I wish I could say that this is where the story ended.  That we had our “fairytale” moment of relishing in the joy of holding our infant in our arms.  But that moment suddenly turned in the wrong direction when the doctor and nurses noticed a LARGE, dark purple, raised growth on his lower right back.  This was not expected or detected in utero and neither the doctor or nurses knew what it was.  I remember the first night in the hospital being not one of relishing in this beautiful baby, but one of worry, panic, and fear of the unknown.  Less than 24 hours after the birth and Austin was transferred to the Cincinnati Childrens Hospital NICU where a speciliast would see him.

Austin was in the NICU there for 10 days.  Not exactly the way you had anticipated and expected to start your first week with your baby.  It was probably the most sleepless and worrisome week of our lives.  Test after test, Austin was picked and prodded to determine what this “THING” was on his back.  At 5 days old, a surgeon did a biopsy on the growth on his back, in which he lost so much blood, that he had to have two blood transfusions and resuscitate him after he stopped breathing during surgery.  That was not a fun day for us, but fortunately, we were unaware that this was happening until after the surgery was completed and he was finally stable again!  When we got the results back from the biopsy a couple of days later, Austin was diagnosed with a rare, aggressive vascular tumor (but benign) that typically can trap platelets from the rest of the body and can cause serious illness, and in some instances, death.  The crazy thing was that his doctor is one of a FEW leading physicians and experts in the field of rare vascular tumors in the WORLD.  And she just so happened to be at this particular children’s hospital and we just happened to be living in Cincinnati while my husband was in grad school.  Coincidence?  I think not.  I know for a certainty that the Lord had led us there for a reason.  If Austin had been born elsewhere, chances were that he would’ve been misdiagnosed at first and not received the proper care.  Because we were able to diagnose the issue from the start though, we were able to begin the right treatment.  Austin was fortunate enough to respond to the first-line of treatment, which typically only works in about 20% of patients.  We were blessed that not only did he respond, but he remained completely healthy and normal the entire time he was on the medicine.  By the time Austin turned 1 years old, the tumor or lesion was almost completely gone and all you could see was an indentation of where the tumor used to be and the scars from the biopsy.  His doctor was amazed by his success and the results of the medicine.  In our hearts though, we knew that it wasn’t all the medicine.  It was Heavenly Father’s will and way that Austin would continue to thrive and live.  Was it a miracle?  We would like to believe that it was.  Yes, HE is our miracle.  And we are so eternally grateful for our Lord’s hand in that trying time in our lives.

Parenthood is exactly what they say, “It’s the most difficult, yet rewarding experience of your life.”  It definitely tries your patience and it doesn’t come without many trials, errors, sweat and tears.  BUT it is also the most precious, amazing, wonderful, and gratifying experience that one can go through in this life.  It is simply an extension or understanding of our Heavenly Father’s love for us.  I honestly believe that there is no other way to even somewhat comprehend the unconditonal love that God has for us until we become a parent.  It puts everything in perspective and it changes us for the good.  Parenthood teaches us, stretches us, and shapes us to become better human beings, and to become more like God.  Simply put, it helps us become more selfless and Christ-like.  No longer are we thinking about ourselves first.  Suddenly, we would do ANYTHING for our children, even sacrifice our own lives for them.  And that is exactly what Jesus Christ did for us when he died on the cross for us and atoned for our sins.  It is a beautiful thing and it’s exactly what life is all about.

Christina

Tonight we went to this Chinese restaurant on 3rd South… I can’t remember the name, but it was pretty good and so cheap. I told T.J. I wouldn’t judge it by it’s cover, although the lighting in there was pretty sketch. Overall, I’d give it 4 out of 5 stars, it lost one star because I asked if I could replace my eggroll for a wonton and she said without question, “No.” She kind of scared me.

  • My mom flies in tomorrow to help with the baby that is still in my belly! I can’t wait to see her. T.J. is so busy with school right now so it will nice to have her around to distract me and keep me company.
  • I need to clean the basement. I’ve been saying that for months. But it REALLY needs to be done. “Beer me strength to clean the basement!”
  • That reminds me, The Office and Parks and Rec last night were both incredible. Seriously, these seasons have been amazing. Who knew that The Office was going to be this great without Michael Scott!? I’m probably the biggest Michael Scott fan out there, or one of, but I’m not ashamed to say that I still love the show without him. Robert California is hilarious and I’m loving that they’re finally back to old-school Jim and Dwight pranks again. And then Parks and Rec… how tender was that episode? And didn’t you think the whole Gary/Jerry thing was awesome? Great night on NBC.
  • Is anyone else wanting snow? If it’s going to be this cold, I kind of wish it was snowing. It would add to the Christmas atmosphere, ya know?
  • I watched Water for Elephants for the last time last night. First of all, I thought it was really good overall. But, man… the circus manager was so wicked. I had to close my eyes over and over because of how horrible he was to the elephant and to his wife.
  • I’ve been drinking some Sprite today because I’m feeling nauseous. I feel like instead of helping my stomach feel better, it makes me think I’m sicker than I really am because it’s what I would drink when I was a kid if I had the flu. Does that make sense?
  • I had a Crevening (Craft Evening) this week with my friends Erin and Rachel. It was a blast. Rachel made these adorable Christmas trees made out of magazines, Erin made homemade snow globes, and I made a car seat cover. All in all, it was a success. If you ever want to join us for a Crevening, let me know. We try to make it happen once a a month.

Dear Baby,

Yesterday I went in for some tests to monitor your little heartbeat since it was your due date and my doctor wanted to make sure you’re doing okay. When I walked into the room for the Non-Stress Test (NST), I could hear about three other babies’ heartbeats being monitored. It was quite a special room.

First, they did an ultrasound to measure all the liquid pockets. I got to see your spine, your feet (jabbing me right under my ribs, as usual), you practicing your breathing, and your whole body shake when you got the hiccups.

Next, they put these bands around my belly to watch your heartbeat and to monitor my contractions (which I didn’t even know I was having, I thought I was just having an upset stomach lately haha). Your heartbeat was strong and it accelerated well when you moved. It was pretty incredible to see the direct response of the heartbeat when you would kick and squirm. But then whenever I would have a contraction your heartbeat would drop. The nurse assured me you were okay, but it was something they wanted to look at more. At one point it dropped from about 160 to 109 and it got me so worried and scared that something was not right. It amazes me how I can feel so much love and protection for you even though I’ve never met you.

So, they moved me over to the hospital where I’m planning on delivering you, just in case they would need to induce me. Because the nurse told me I shouldn’t be concerned about the heartbeat dropping and that it could just mean my placenta is starting to fail since it’s the end of the pregnancy, I felt pretty calm. It meant that you might actually have gotten to come on your due date. I sat in the hospital room by myself texting my friends and family about what was going on and anxiously waiting to hear if they would let me go home or if I was going to meet you sooner than expected.

After monitoring you for another couple of hours, the doctors decided you were doing enough good things (good resting heartbeat, strong acceleration) to let me go home and that on Monday they would check again to make sure you’re doing okay. Although I was kind of relieved to get to go home and take a nap after the emotional day, I was also very disappointed that I was going to have to wait longer to meet you.

For the past 24 hours or so, I’ve been feeling kind of queazy and starting to notice my contractions more. But I’m still feeling you kick me really high and the contractions aren’t close or painful yet, so I’m guessing you’ll be here later next week. Don’t you know that it’s a lot more fun out here? You have a lot of people who can’t wait to meet you and your mom is getting quite emotional. In fact, last night I was watching a movie where a couple got to hold their newborn and I just burst into tears and said out loud, “I want my baby!” Good thing no one was around, they would have thought I was crazy! But we will meet soon enough.

Until then,

Your Anxious Momma

It’s funny how something clicks in every pregnant woman’s mind around seven or eight months. There is no longer deathly fear of trying to fit a bowling ball through a pin hole. There is more excitement to meet her sweet baby and no longer feel 25 lbs overweight.

I remember arriving at the hospital for my daughter’s birth. I think once you enter the hospital your adrenaline kicks in and your brain shuts down. To be honest until now, 7 months later, I don’t think I’ve actually sat down and thought about how I felt during the whole experience. I remember being very scared and worried in the beginning. The baby’s heart rate kept dropping so they had me on oxygen and kept having me turn different directions every time the alarm would sound and her heart would start to drop. They also asked me if I had felt my baby move that day and I hadn’t. I was so concerned for my daughter and at that moment I would do anything in the world to have her arrive safe and healthy.

Once the doctor assured me the baby was fine and I would be having her that day, Pitocin was plugged in and my fear turned to pain. My epidural was suppose to happen at the same time as the Pitocin but the anesthesiologist got caught up in a delivery and was slow getting to me. During that excruciating hour I filled my time yelling at my husband, taking deep breaths, pushing the nurse’s button, and praying over and over to just make it through one more contraction. Finally pain turned to relief as I got my epidural just in time for the pushing to start. At this point I have no clue what I was feeling, all I could think was “don’t look stupid in front of the doctor remember to push like they taught in the birthing class.” HA! I couldn’t be more wrong. After one birthing class push the doctor said I was doing it all wrong and told me the right way.

My daughter was born very shortly after but had a hard start to life. I remember laying there totally unaware of any sound but the silence that should have been filled with crying. Finally after what felt like hours she cried and cried and cried. They put her on my chest and a moment that should have been filled with joy quickly vanished as the nurse took my daughter away worried that she wasn’t getting enough oxygen. My husband followed the baby as they took her to the nursery and for the first time I was left to think about what had just happened in the last few hours. I didn’t even know what my daughter looked liked or what it felt like to hold her. All alone in my hospital room I started crying. Finally I pulled myself together and the nurses let me go see her once my legs were un-numb.

The next morning she was transferred to the NICU of a bigger hospital, sedated, and put on a ventilator. The first time I got to actually hold my daughter she was just over a day old, had two IVs in her arms, one IV in her belly button and three other monitors stuck to her chest. I cried. Here were finally the feelings that every mother is suppose to feel right after birth when they hold their child for the first time. She was mine, all mine, and now it was my job in life to make her life the best. Ever since that day I have had the hardest and best job that I could ever have.

Allison

A couple weeks ago, my old coworkers from the LAO (and besties) threw me a Last-Hurrah/Girl’s-Night/Baby-Shower. We munched on a LOT of delicious desserts, laughed about all of the funny times we had at the library, and, of course, got our Just Dance 3 on.

To end the night, they gave me a bunch of adorable books (so appropriate since we all worked at the library together) and Jeanette also surprised me with Toms for the baby that she’ll be able to wear next year. Seriously, high top pink Toms? My baby is going to be better dressed than me!

Anyway, thanks guys! It was a wonderful night and made me miss working at the LAO!

This week has been rough.

My due date is… well… today, now… and I went in for my weekly appointment on Monday. Last week he told me there was no progress. I wasn’t dilated or effaced at all. I was disappointed and so I decided not to get my hopes up that it would happen this week and so I prepared myself just in case the doctor would tell me the same news.

Well, he did tell me the same news. Actually he said jokingly, “If it were possible for you to go backwards, then that’s where you’d be.” He then told me that I might want to prepare myself mentally for a c-section and why that might happen.

In the doctor’s office, I took it all very well. I shook my head, smiled, and laughed at his jokes. But I barely made it out the door without bursting into tears.

A c-section? I hadn’t prepared for that at all. In all the books I read, I skipped over that section. The baby’s been in the right spot. I’ve been very healthy and so has the baby. It’s not in the birth plan! I want to experience labor, the way I’ve planned it.

I finally got a hold of my mom and I cried like a little baby, she probably thought something was horribly wrong. I told her the situation and then said,

“And the worst part is, I cut off all my hair!”

That’s when the tears turned into laughter because I realized I was being so ridiculous.

(Sidebar: I went and cut 5 inches or so off of my hair as soon as my appointment ended. If the baby situation wasn’t going to change, I had to change SOMETHING in my life. Oh, and I actually love it, even though I complained at first about it.)

Anyway, after talking to my mom, my sister, a couple of friends, and my husband, I knew it wasn’t the end of the world AND remembered that I have so many people who care about me.

Today I went to the temple, because I go in for some routine tests tomorrow just to make sure the baby is doing okay. If for some reason the tests fail, then I’ll have to be induced and most likely have to have a c-section tomorrow. But if I pass the tests, then I can wait until next week and the chances of having a c-section go way down. It was wonderful to feel the spirit and to not have to think about all of this right for a couple of hours. It also made me realize that this is not a HUGE deal, and it shouldn’t get me down. In fact, if this is my biggest worry–just that a c-section MIGHT occur–then I have things pretty good. I’m able to get pregnant, my pregnancy has been very easy, and no matter what, I’m going to have a beautiful baby girl in my arms any day now.

Wow, I can’t believe it’s December 1st.

{39 Weeks: Ready to POP}