I've been feeling a lot of stress lately. Stress over schedules and finances and baby and health.
I mean, I've done close to nothing to prepare for this baby. I will say, with a third kid there's not a ton to be done. I've got mostly everything covered. There are no showers to register or prepare for. There's no crib to buy and put together. There's no nursery to pour over and set up. But still, to think he'll be here in 5-ish weeks? Scary thought.
A part of me is so excited and another part just wants him to stay put a little longer. I know the sooner he gets here, the sooner I'll be headed back to work and then figuring out the schedule of three kids in three locations with two working parents? Holy hell, it makes my head spin. I'm not even going to touch on the expense of it. That is a number I don't like to think about.
Then there's the diabetes that I'm trying desperately to control. It's going okay. But I do have off moments. Like when the office throws a "shower" for me and there's cake. Even the smallest sliver of a piece sends my numbers over the top.
Oh and then there's also the ultrasound I just had where the doctor tells me the baby is currently 7 lbs. Do you know that a baby gains about 1/2 a pound a week at this point? That puts him around 9.5 lbs at birth. Now, how much stock to I put in this estimate? Not a ton. The same was said about Ainsley and she was born at about 7.5 lbs. But they were pretty close with Freddie's estimate. And even though I'm smaller than I was with Freddie, I've gained half the weight I did with Freddie...I definitely feel like little man is bigger than Ainsley. He's filling my abdomen.
Finally, there's the delivery. I've wanted to try for a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean). Starting out I figured I'd do it if there were no complications. Well, there are complications (diabetes, possible large baby, and not the most supportive area for it).
So in the last week, I've been re-evaluating my life. The stress is weighing me down and keeping me up at night. I've decided I have to let some of it go. I'm shelving the finance and schedule aspect of my stress. There's not a thing I can do about it right now. In a few months, Clif and I will need to make decisions. Maybe I don't go back to work, maybe I find a part time job, maybe we move away from the area. I don't know yet, but all those things are things that can't be acted upon today, or this week, or this month. Right now, I've got to focus on keeping myself healthy and bringing this baby into the world.
I've got to let go of the ultrasound findings. I can't put the fetus on a diet. If he's big, he's big. I've been extremely healthy and active this pregnancy. I've done everything I could to bake him properly. If that means he's a 10 pounder, then so be it.
That leaves delivery, which of late has been causing me the most stress. My doctor is on the fence about a VBAC. This week I'll need to talk to her again about it...which is causing me stress. I really hate any kind of conversation with any doctor. I hate going to the doctor. My blood pressure will be high, she'll probably test me for pre-eclampsia...again. Even though, I know what actual high blood pressure feels like. I know what it actually feels like to be on the verge of slipping into pre-eclampsia. This ain't it. This is just your run of the mill anxiety.
Over the last few days I've been thinking about what I really want out of this delivery. I've realized something. I'm not really set on a VBAC. I'm not one of these people who thinks I absolutely need to push a baby out of my body in order to be a woman. A VBAC scares me as much as a 3rd C-section. I've tried to read up on natural childbirth and VBAC...and I think I've gained a lot of knowledge...but it's just not something I'm super interested in. I have a lot of friends who are. Who are very into it and love it and have passion about it and I think they're awesome for it. But it's not me.
I've realized that my biggest concern is being told I have to have him early. I don't want to have him early. I want him to come when he's ready. Because of the signs of pre-eclampsia I showed with Freddie, he was delivered by c-section at 38 weeks. I showed no signs of labor. If Freddie gets a cold, he wheezes. He's been diagnosed with Restrictive Airway Disease. Which basically means asthma but they won't diagnose a kid with asthma until after they're 5 because so many grow out of it. Although he's much better than he once was, we've had some scary moments with it. The lungs are the last thing to develop in the womb, so I've always wondered...maybe, if he had stayed a bit longer...maybe he wouldn't have this issue.
I know it's a what if, but as a mom, you can't help but go there.
So I've revised what my conversation will be like with the doctor. I'm not set on a VBAC, but I don't want to schedule anything, and unless there is some life threatening reason, I'm not bringing him early. Women have been doing this for a gazillion years. Our bodies know what to do. The babies know what to do. He'll let us know when he's ready.
Now, I can just stress over my water breaking at work...