Let's start with the kiddos first. Sophia is doing well. While we packed and left NY, she decided to add four molars to her mouthful of teeth, which is always a fun thing. We've gone through a lot of infant Tylenol lately, needless to say. She caught a cold some time when we flew out here. She got over that, and then promptly caught the stomach flu yucks that have been going around. Poor thing. It's no fun to wake up in the middle of the night to that. Then, she battled a cold and cough but got over it fairly quickly. She's a trooper. Now we're sort of dealing with the whole not sleeping at night thing. Sophia was either sick or teething for almost three weeks, and she got really used to someone holding her at night until she zonked out. Lately, I've been putting her to bed drowsy, which is followed by much crying and complaining. The killer one is that she wakes up religiously at midnight and has been staying up until somewhere around 2 am. For the past few days, I've just been letting her cry during the night, hoping she will just calm herself down and go back to sleep. The transition just isn't fun for her. She's still a good kid though - always smiling and happy. She's down to one long nap a day, which is fine by me. She's also in to calling everyone "Dada." I think it's some subliminal message that she misses Brett. He's been gone a lot lately, flying back and forth to NY for work. The garage door or the front door opens, and she asks "Dada?" She saw the neighbor pulling in his driveway this morning and asked, "Dada?" Just makes you melt.
Baby #2 is healthy and happy, as far as I know. He/She is kicking and flipping up a storm and has the uncanny knack of ALSO waking up at 12 am. I need to train my kids to sleep better or something. Brett and I went to have our ultrasound on Wednesday, and seriously, we saw the baby yawn in real time. It was so amazing. We have pictures of it. This kid has a small head and larger torso than Sophia did at this point in the pregnancy. He/She is measuring right on at 22 weeks, and is in the 40th percent for that "age." I still think it's a boy. Although, I was convinced that Sophia was a boy too, and look where that ended up. So who knows?
I have to say, I LOVE MY NEW OB/GYN. I mean, I would shout it from the rooftops if I could climb up there without killing myself. Maybe it's not so much that I love my doc. I've only met her twice, and how can you base a relationship off of that, right? I guess it's the whole experience of this new doctor's office. I'll elaborate.
I decided to go to the Women's Health Alliance, which is in Carmel at the new Clarion Hospital. I was referred there by my cousin. I looked them up online and saw that they were a group proactice of ALL women doctors. Totally different that my last doc, who was a man in private practice. I went in for my first appointment with the nurse practitioner, who told me that after looking at my medical files, she knew more about me than most of her regular patients. GREAT! So my last doc was thorough. REALLY thorough. She also told me that, according to all the tests that he ran on me, I looked like a high risk pregnancy on paper. Hmmm. She called my old doc to make sure that my age was correct on the file. Ends up that my last OB ordered tests that I really never needed, which explains why I felt like I was always giving blood or getting ultrasounds. Cha-ching...and there goes all our hard-earned money on tests that I never even needed. Before I left NY, I went to see my old doc, who did a doplar reading on the baby and said he was concerned that I had another placenta previa. When I talked with the nurse practitioner, she said my file said I had a posterior placenta as seen on my first ultrasound at 11 weeks. So, I've been worried about the whole placenta problem when I really didn't need to be. Ugh. Please, add to my stress some more right now.
In all of this paperwork and appointments at the OB/GYN, I found out that I am a perfect candidate for a VBAC, which means, I can go ahead and have a normal delivery even though I had a previous C-section. My doc in NY pretty much told me not to bother and always have a c-section from here on out. We talked with our new doctor about it, and she said it's perfectly safe. Amazing how opinions differ. I'm doing some more research on it. Goodness knows, I would LOVE to not have to go through another C-section recovery, and if I could get out of the hospital in 3 days instead of 4, I'm all for it. On the flipside, if I go in to labor and Brett is gone at work, he could miss the entire delivery. So, there's that too. If anyone knows someone who has been through a VBAC, let me know! I need to hear from people about their experiences.
I also have to say that I am very much looking forward to being in this hospital. In NY, the hospital wasn't the best. Good people, but the facilities were majorly run down, and after having to share a room (which means your husband can't stay the night with you), I am very much looking forward to the private room at the new hospital. I compare it this way. In NY, I was at the Super 8. In Indiana, I'll be at the Crowne Plaza. It's seriously that big of a difference. Private rooms/bathrooms/showers, internet access, 24-hour visiting, Riley hospital NICU, an OB is always in the hospital (not just on call, they are actually THERE) along with an anesthesiologist. This place even has a spa that will give you in-room treatments. They send you home with your first "at-home" meal. I honestly can't wait. We hope to go on a tour soon, and I think Brett will have to keep me from skipping though the whole maternity wing. Top THAT off with the fact that my OB/GYN office (yes THE OFFICE) is right down the hall from the maternity wing in the hospital, the lab where I have tests run is on the same floor along with the ultrasound technicians. I used to have to drive to three different places in NY for bloodwork and ultrasounds. I'm just in total awe.
The house...well, then there's the house. I'll have to post on that one later, since a lot has happened in the past few days.
For now, here are some pictures of Sophia. I've lost my camera in all the transition. I have no idea where it is, so I have to capture all the fun moments on my camera phone.
Thumbs up for scrambled eggs and Cheerios.
I scream! You sneeze! We all scream for cheddar cheese!
Sophia had a crying fit the other day. She just collapsed at my feet. I looked at her about 5 minutes later and realized she had fallen asleep on the floor with her blanket. Sometimes, I wish I could do that on my hard days.
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