Showing posts with label Labor and Delivery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Labor and Delivery. Show all posts

Friday, June 14, 2013

In-law Drama & Babies.

I'm not sure what makes my in-laws do the things they do. I am however very tired of the way they question every decision I make. 

For example, the fact that I didn't want any visitors while I was in labor with Miss A, my mom and baby sister took me to the hospital and waited till my husband showed up then left to pick up around my house & love my dog. My younger sister stopped by with food for the husband that night, weren't there for more than 5 minutes total. 

Or that I didn't want kids or very many visitors in the hospital after I had her. I didn't need a crowded room while I was relaxing and enjoying my first hours as a mom. (If you like to do that, that's fine I'm not judging, its just not what I wanted to have happen.)

Every time they threw a fit. Complaining, saying it was weird. Like when they got mad because I was tired of people showing up whenever with whoever they wanted after I got home and said something about it. My house, my baby, my rules. 

The newest thing is the fact that I'm having my girls share a room. I just finished putting the toddler bed back into the nursery & setting up the new crib. They fit perfect in that room together. I grew up always sharing a room, I loved it. Once I was older I got my own room, just when I started feeling like I needed my own space. And again, my house, my girls, my rules. 

Every one parents different. My husband and I have agreed on a certain way that makes us all comfortable and happy. It's worked for us for over 2 years now. My sisters and their boyfriends choose to parent different than us, as do my brother, his fiance and his son's mom. They do what works for them. I might not agree with their styles, but they know their kids and I'm gonna keep my mouth shut, it's not my place

Having our new addition joining us so soon really has me on edge. I'm not ready for any drama with my in-laws. They're just going to need to accept that I do things different than them. I don't want an audience at the birth of Miss M, Miss A will be with my family, we'll only have a few visitors at the actual hospital and then people can schedule a time to visit at home after. It's really that simple. 

I don't know what to do. I'm starting to stress out about what they're going to do. I don't need my brother in law telling me that I need medication, because I like things a certain way. (Still can't believe he said that, I should have strangled him.)

 But really friends, what do you do? 



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Monday, July 9, 2012

15 Day Challenge: Day #9

[Day 9]: Tell us the best day of your life to date.

March 5, 2011.


 The day my sweet baby girl was born. 
For those that have been around my blog for a while or those that have wandered through it, you'll know that it took us some time to get pregnant & that my pregnancy wasn't very easy going.
 So the day that Abigail came, my heart was mended. All the hurt that came with waiting for her, and the anxiety of trying to keep her in & growing was pushed back. 
Abigail made us a family.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Yesterday's Appointment

So I had my 3rd OB appointment this week, yesterday. It was a quick one, it was his day off but he stopped in for me. I got my second steroid shot, so her lungs should be developing quite faster now, which I'm glad to know. I want to make sure if my body doesn't relax like it should and she is forced to be here sooner that we've given her a chance to get stronger. After the shot, good ol' Dr M came in.

He asked about the contractions, of course I was still having them at least every 2 hours, told him about waking up in the middle of the night with really bad ones, and his reason was a full bladder. Um really? I can't hold that much in there anymore, I pee ALL the time. I'm obviously relaxed, because they wake me out of a deep sleep! I'm not stressed over anything anymore, as soon as we had to go to L&D I stopped stressing immediately. I don't let anything bother me.

It feels like he is trying to make me feel better. Trying not to stress me out. He wants to keep her in for at least a few more weeks. If he thought so strongly that they would go away and she'd stay in till the end,why did I get the steroid shots? Why am I going in every 3 days for check ups? Why did I get such a large prescription of Terbutaline? 60 pills? I can only take them every 4 hours as needed. They'll last me forever! I'm not worried about any of this, I know Abigail will arrive when she is supposed to, and she will be healthy no matter when that is. I just noticed how he was acting and it was strange. It was different then he usually is. Maybe I'm just being weird because I have more time on my hands? I don't know.
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