New Mom Old Mom

Here’s some advice – most pregnant women, if not ALL pregnant women, do not like to be told they are large any more than their non-pregnant counterparts.  In fact, if you cannot imagine saying something to a non-pregnant woman, it’s probably best to not say it to pregnant woman.   

Maybe I’m overly sensitive.  I had a weight problem in high school.  In college, I discovered better eating habits and I learned that exercise was definitely my friend.  So, with controlled eating and jogging 5-7 days per week, I can keep myself in a size 8.  BIG EXCEPTION – when I’m pregnant.  I AM NOT A SKINNY PREGNANT WOMAN.  I’m jealous of those women who are, wish I could be, but I’m learning to accept this fact about my body.  I gained 50 pounds during my first pregnancy, and it took me about eight months to get back into all my clothes.  I gained about 30 pounds during my second pregnancy, and it took me four months to get back into all my clothes. 

I will not discuss my weight while I’m pregnant.  I’m trying to enjoy this pregnancy, since it is absolutely my last.  But it’s hard when some insensitive #%&wipes say things like, “Wow.  Are you sure you’re not further along?”  Or, “You’re huge.”  Or, “You’re about ready, aren’t you?”  Or, “Did you get this big in your previous pregnancies?”

My husband says, “You’re pregnant.  Don’t take it personally.”  My friend says, “People think you won’t take it wrong because you’re pregnant.”  So here’s my question:  If I were to walk up to a woman who is 50, and say, “Wow.  You’re really getting wrinkles,”  would that be acceptable because she’s 50?  I mean, after all, you’re supposed to get wrinkles when you’re 50, right?  Isn’t this the same logic? 

I have a sharp tongue, but pride myself in being able to control it a little better the last few years, due to maturity and a few other factors.  However, I’m really considering letting loose.  Really I am. Maybe in response to the “Wow, you’re huge” comments, I should say, “Man alive, you’re ugly.”

All I can say is Wow!! We had our 3D Ultrasound on Tuesday night, and it was amazing. We really enjoyed the experience, and I’m so glad we did it. The folks at Precious Preview in Belleville were very nice to us and we got some great pictures. 

Our 9-year-old son seemed to really dig the whole experience. Our 12-year-old daughter was interested but in a “cool, distant” sort of way. She seemed a little embarrassed by the whole thing, and could NOT believe that I uploaded the pictures to my Flickr account so I could share them with friends and family. I mean, after all, I won’t let her have a Facebook page! Still, both kids wanted to take pictures of their baby sister to school the next day, and my daughter does seem flattered or excited about the fact that we’re all commenting on how the baby’s pictures look like her baby pictures.Now I really cannot wait. Just 63 days until the “tentatively scheduled induction.” Maybe I’ll get lucky this time and go a few days early on my own. Probably not, but maybe.

So my husband and I decided that it would be fun to have one of those fancy ultrasounds with the DVD and pictures and all. My OB suggested not getting one until after we’d had our “medical” ultrasound, claiming that if there is anything wrong, it’s scary to see it in full color, 3D/4D imagery. Plus, he said, something can look a lot worse than it is on those screenings. So, we took his advice, had our medical ultrasound and everything is fine.We began looking into the facilities that offer these “fun” ultrasounds, and discovered that one in Creve Coeur, MO has closed its doors. We found another one in O’Fallon, MO called Ultrasona, so we called. We got a recorded message stating that their summer hours are Thursday, 5 p.m. – 9 p.m., Saturday, 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. and Monday, 5 p.m. to 8 p.m. We left a message. No one called us back. We left another message, and no one called us back. Last night, we decided to drive to O’Fallon (about 20 minutes from our home) and “walk in.”

I’m so lucky.  Today, my girlfriend found her Medela Pump in Style Breast Pump that she had stored for five years or so, and she gave it to me.  So, cross that item off the list of “Babies Products that I need.”  I do, however, have to buy the kit that includes the tubing, collection bottles, breast suction cups, etc.    I’ll probably buy it at my new favorite store, Kangaroo Kids.

Amazingly, it looks like that kit is going to cost about $50.  But, considering it would cost me about $250 to buy this Medela pump new, I think I’m doing okay.

I also asked my pediatrician the other day what type of electronic/digital thermometer he recommends.  He told me to buy two of the cheap, digital ones from Walgreens — one for under the arm, and the other to use in the baby’s bottom.  He said the ear thermometers shouldn’t be used on an infant less than four months old, and that they are seldom very accurate, anyway.  I was really surprised at his answer.  Then he went on to tell me that the plain old mercury thermometer is really the best bet for either end of the baby.  I already have those, so maybe I’ll just purchase a pair of cheap Walgreen’s digital thermometers and call it a day on that front, too.

I’ve been looking at  baby monitors, and there are just too many from which to choose.  Any suggestions?  I also need to buy a cradle mattress (my cousin is loaning me a beautiful wooden cradle).  Slowly, but surely, I’m getting ready. 

What a frustrating couple of weeks I’ve had with regard to my kids and sickness. About three weeks ago, my 9-year-old son had a slight fever and a cough.  That normally wouldn’t send me to the pediatrician, but we had a weekend lake trip planned, so I decided better safe than sorry. 

The doc looked at him, declared it viral, but added the caveat that if the fever persists, if symptoms worsen, or if he develops a rash of some kind, to pay him another visit. About one week later, I returned from two days out of town with my 12-year-old daughter to discover that his cough was much, much worse.  We went back to the doc, and he was diagnosed with pneumonia. The doc put him on a five-day course of antibiotics and said it wasn’t contagious.

Then on Monday night (about three days after my son finished his meds), my daughter started coughing, and by Tuesday, she was feeling lousy.  I took her to the doctor at 5 p.m. Tuesday, mainly because I was feeling guilty for letting my son’s illness drag on for so long before taking him back to the doctor.  Mind you – a 5 p.m. doctor appointment in St. Louis isn’t easy (lots of traffic, lots of working parents in the lobby waiting to be “worked in,” etc.)

Again, the doc declared it viral – no fever, no swollen glands, no rattle in the chest, thus no pneumonia.  However, this time he tells me there is a strain of pneumonia that can be contagious, and said he’d need to take another look at my daughter if she developed a fever or if the cough worsened.

We were home by 6:30 p.m.  By 8 p.m., she had a 103 degree fever, a worse cough, the chills, and she looked horrible.  I was peeved.  Not because my poor kid was sick, but because I know my pediatrician and I know how committed he and his partners are to reducing the abuse of antibiotics.  He almost NEVER puts my kids on antibiotics, and I’m glad.  I am afraid of the antibiotic resistant bacteria.  But here it was, not three full hours since I’ve seen the doc, and I’ve got to put in a call the exchange.

As suspected, my doctor’s partner who returned my call did not want to prescribe anything over the phone.  He said we couldn’t be sure it was the same thing, yada yada yada.  Being 6 ½ months pregnant, I’m a tad short on patience and a tad long on emotions right now.  I got testier than I would have liked, almost cried, and all but insisted that he call in a prescription.  I told him, “I have been with your practice for 12 years. My parents and in-laws constantly comment on how little is done for our kids when they’re sick, and we tow your line.  I would have left this practice a long time ago if I didn’t support your stance on antibiotic abuse.  But I don’t think that one course of treatment, even if it ends up being unnecessary, is going to make my daughter resistant or significantly contribute to this medical problem in general.”

I got my way.  My daughter improved significantly after 24 hours.  Maybe she would have improved anyway.  When I was a kid, my doctor was shot-happy.  I got a shot in my rear if I had a fever and a cough.  There weren’t throat cultures. There was no, “let’s wait and see if the symptoms worsen.”  If you were sick, you went on drugs.  My parents and in-laws think our doctor is lame.  They think physicians today are just afraid of being sued. They don’t believe in this antibiotic resistance stuff at all.  I know antibiotic resistance is a real problem, but sometimes you just have to do what you think is right for your kid versus what’s right for the “greater good.”

At 28 weeks pregnant, I’ve had to give in and accept the fact that my favorite Victoria’s Secret $50 IPEX bra isn’t really fitting anymore. While I’d love to just buy another IPEX, that doesn’t make any sense, since I plan to breastfeed this baby. So, it was time to go shopping for nursing bras.I decided to start at Kangaroo Kids, which is a children’s resale store and so much more. I’ve actually bought a lot of my maternity clothes there second-hand. And while there, I noticed that they bill themselves as a “Maternity Support Center.” I knew they had a huge line of nursing bras, and when I visited there previously, I heard the owner, Sierra Cortazzo, talking about an underwire nursing bra. I was thrilled to find out that there is such a thing, being that I am, shall we say, blessed in that area, so flimsy, inexpensive bras don’t work for me.Sierra spent a lot of time helping me, and actually discouraged me from the underwire nursing bra at this time, because she ways that while an under wire is okay when you’re nursing, it has to fit perfectly, so she suggests buying it after your milk has come in. She went ahead and let me try some on, but in the end, I took her advice. After all, they’re expensive and I’d hate for it not to fit in a couple of months.

I took my son (9), daughter (12) and nephew (5) to see “Walking with Dinosaurs” last night at the Scottrade Center in St. Louis.

It was a very cool experience, especially for the boys.  I must admit, my daughter and I weren’t as into it as they were, although I did learn some things.  And it wasn’t ever boring, just not my passion.

My 5-year-old nephew was probably the most versed among us as to the names of the dinosaurs, and he simply could not wait for T-Rex to make her appearance.  He was not disappointed. 

As a Christian, I was just remotely apprehensive about what “evolution” messages were going to be delivered, wondering if I would be fumbling to answer questions from my kids about how the dinosaurs fit into the creation stories they learn at church.  But I was pleasantly surprised.  It was “just the facts,” interesting, strictly historic/scientific, and in my opinion, would not bother even the most fundamental creationist.

I’d recommend the show, which is on-tour for at least a couple more months.