November 21, 2014
- I just realized that this blog post is scheduled to go online the day after my C-section!
- I’m glad that I only have 13 more weeks. As I just said to my mom, there are parts of my anatomy that are very uncomfortable. (I’m looking at you symphysis pubis! Okay, not really. The bump gets in the way.)
- I’ve bought all of the Unisom and B6 that I need to get through this pregnancy.
- I’m really glad that it’s Friday. I’ve not been able to concentrate very well at work this week, and I’m really glad to be done. Plus it’s a three-day week next week!
- And, of course, since this is the Friday before Thanksgiving, per NPR tradition, the recipe for Mama Stamberg’s Cranberry Relish has once again been
inflicted upon shared with the world. (Yes, we made it one year. Yes, it does resemble PeptoBismol. Yes, we think the Stambergs are crazy. No, we do not plan to ever make it again.)
November 14, 2014
- My C-section is officially scheduled for February 20. It’s really nice to know exactly how many weeks because when my sciatica acts up, I can now think “only 14 more weeks”.
- I just got a massage. This is also sciatica-related happiness. While Mary isn’t able to fix it, she does get the muscles around where the nerve is compressed to relax so that, while still uncomfortable, it’s not so painful as to be debilitating.
- Also, after my massage, Mary told me that she did have a cure for my sciatic. I just have to wait 14 weeks for it.
- It’s winter! I know. You’re thinking, “Beth, it’s only November.” Tell that to the beautiful snow that’s falling outside. And even though I do get tired of driving in the snow, and I do get tired of the bitter cold like we had last winter, I never get tired of how pretty a snowy winter is. (Okay, this is probably because I live where there are four seasons. None of them stick around long enough for me to tire of my favorite parts.
- I’m on the downward slope for NaNo. I should hit 50k sometime next week.
- Because of aforementioned snow, I realized I did not have boots I can easily put on while pregnant. I really need shoes that I don’t have to tie. This is not so much an issue of not being able to reach my shoes as the fact that act of bending over to tie them nauseates me. So I now have new boots. They’re wool and fleece-lined and feel like I’m wearing my bedroom slippers outside. I love them. And they’re red, so just looking down at them on my feet makes me happy.
- My mom sent me an email about this product from Loyola Press. As she put it, because they’re Jesuits. Crazy Jesuits.
- Along those lines, a friend who is a Jesuit shared a selfie he and another Jesuit took of their reflection in the knob of their new washing machine. Told you Jesuits are crazy! This is why I went to Loyola!
- And, finally, thanks to Rams for sharing this delightful Franklin Habit blog post. I definitely agree about Chicago winters although I think the same holds true on this side of the Lake. And since this post will be going up in February, it will be a particularly good time for a re-read!
November 7, 2014
- Even though I’m not thrilled with the results… or the turnout (12% of voters under the age of 30? Come on, people!), I’m definitely glad that we’re past election day.
- I’m happy that my OB appointment went so well.
- I’m happy that the way Cheryl from HR chose to ask if I was pregnant was by asking if I was going to be needing another leave of absence. And she waited until she knew there was no one else around, just in case she was wrong.
- Frankly, it’s been a good week for NPR. It’s the 35th anniversary of Morning Edition, so they’ve had several fun reports looking back at their history. I highly recommend the history of the theme song and the discussion of bloopers.
- On my way from the polls to work, I got to listen to this charming interview with Benedict Cumberbatch. (Need I say more?)
- And then there was the day that Diane Rehm had Peter Yarrow and Noel Paul Stookey on. And it both made me happy and made me cry. Nothing like a little folk music with a hefty dose of nostalgia!
- I don’t know about you, but I’ve been waiting for the true story of how This American Life is made to finally be revealed. It’s nice to know that The Onion can deliver such important muck-raking reports. 😉
- And, finally, during a press conference this week, the President compared his term to a basketball game. And that got me to thinking. You know, basketball and politics just doesn’t have the same ring to it as politics and poker. Which, of course, got me to singing. Fiorello! is probably my favorite musical. (I know. It’s so hard to pick just one. But I regularly go back to it and fall in love all over again.) And that, of course, sent me to YouTube. I couldn’t find a very strong performance of Politics & Poker, so you’ll just have to listen to the original cast album. But I did find this great performance of one of my other favorite numbers (okay, I love them all…). Enjoy!
November 6, 2014
I met Dr Winter today. He’s the OB Lori picked out for me. And Lori has done an amazing job of telling the other providers my story so that I don’t have to repeat it each time I see someone new.
We talked about C-sections. We talked about my concerns regarding analgesia and anesthesia. (For the record, when I got my wisdom teeth pulled, the analgesia — the pain killers — worked just fine. It was just the anesthesia — the sleepy-time drugs — that didn’t. Since a section uses a spinal block, the key concern is analgesia.)
He was wonderful. He was reassuring. He made sure that we talked about everything. And above all, he agreed that the surgery is necessary for my mental health. He even went so far as to say that should I go into labor before my scheduled date and should the provider on service refuse to do an emergency section, that we should page him and he would come and do it. Now, I can’t imagine any of their providers refusing to do a section given my history, but it is reassuring to know that Dr Winter has my back.
As far as the bump is concerned, it was at its most uncooperative. It still wasn’t in the best position to image the heart. Or at least to see the ascending aorta. (Dr Winter said that he wasn’t concerned because of what the rest of the ultrasound showed, but he will have another one ordered around 36 weeks.) And, as in the past, the bump refused to move so that Diana could get a better image. But to make it even better, when I was called back to see Dr Winter and the MA went to measure the heartbeat, it took her forever to find it. Why? Why because each time she found it, the bump moved! Little stinker…
So all-in-all this was a good day. And the birthday? It will be either February 19 or February 20. Still waiting to hear from the scheduler for the exact date. I wouldn’t wish this journey on anyone, but I do have to say that the care I have received since losing Sofia has been the most caring and sincere that any patient could ask for. And that is something I wish for all patients, pregnant or otherwise.
November 3, 2014
I sat down wrong at a meeting with a colleague today. My sciatica wasn’t bothering me until that moment. She asked if this was my first.
“My second,” I replied. “My first died in childbirth.”
I knew I could say that to her. I knew that she was a safe person to speak so bluntly to. And not because she is very interested in infant mortality and maternal health. No, I knew that she was safe because I knew that she had lost her daughter, too. In her case, it was a car accident. But it’s still the same. And it’s different. And I knew that I could simply say that my daughter had died and that she would understand all of that complexity.
And she did. She asked how long it’s been. She told me her date (August 31). She told me how she’s been comforting a friend who lost a child in a car accident about a year ago. I told her about the friends and friends of friends who reached out to me.
“There are so many people walking around with this hurt,” she said, “and no one knows because no one talks about it.”
And it’s true. We don’t talk about it. We don’t talk about it because it hurts. We don’t talk about it because it makes the listener uncomfortable. But we should. We should share our stories.
The other thing she said? The actual anniversary is okay. The anticipation of it is awful. That was my experience. Paula’s, too. You expect the day to be hard. You spend so much time expecting the day to be hard that those days prior to the anniversary are dreadful. And all of the emotion is spent by the time the anniversary arrives.
November 1, 2014
I woke up this morning and then realized that I’d forgotten to write my traditional Friday happiness post. But it was Halloween, so it wasn’t my usual Friday routine.
On the whole, last week was much better than the week before. And I would love to give you a massive list, but that would have required me making a list throughout the week, so I don’t really remember what all made me smile this week. So here goes…
- Halloween at Plainwell Ice Cream. This is always fun. Alas, they were out of my favorite cappuccino. But they weren’t out of salted caramel yet, which is also delicious. As usual, a wonderful assortment of costumes traipsed through.
- I was a snowman for Halloween. The bump was the bottom ball and the girls were the top ball. White shirt with buttons sewn on to make the face and buttons. It made a lot of people beyond me smile.
- You may recall the fabulous Milky White Fail YouTube video. Well, a friend shared this blog of Low Budget Milky Whites. (Yes, the awesome fail video is included.)
- It’s November! Which means that it’s once again NaNoWriMo time. This year I plan to write a novel based on a story my great-aunt Bernie told me about something that happened when she was a girl. In preparation, I asked my mom to make copies of a couple of photos of Aunt Bernie and Grandpa. When she went to look for those, she also found some handwritten notes my Grandma had made about her nursing training and service during WWII. Very cool, and I now have a copy of that tucked away with my Cherry Ames books for when I’m working on that project.
Yes, NaNoWriMo does mean that my writing time will be devoted more to noveling and less to blogging. So if you don’t hear from me frequently, it’s not because I’m not writing. It’s just that I’m very focused. Here’s hoping for a 10k weekend!