...but I think carrying this baby until 42 weeks sounds delightful right now.
This weekend I was at a friend's party on Saturday night. She lives in an old farmhouse on ~5 acres outside town. Most of her guests (whom I didn't know) were hanging out in the house or on the porch, but my husband and I and our friends were sitting at a picnic table next to the bonfire towards the back of her yard. The cars were all parked along the perimeter of the yard.
So around 10:15 or so (I'm not sure, but it was dark), I happened to be turned around at the picnic table, facing the house, and I saw a car backing out of its place. About 8 feet behind it--and obviously out-of-sight of the driver--a two-year-old boy was standing. I pointed and yelled something, but I don't know how coherent it was, and no one really moved. So, without thinking, I hopped up from the table and took off in a dead sprint towards the boy, about 20 yards away. 10-15 yards in, I felt something sort of snap or pop in my pelvis, and this pain radiated down my leg. I took a few more steps (involuntarily--I just had a lot of momentum) and then I was left standing in the yard; I couldn't pick my legs up to move.
Fortunately, my husband had noticed when I bolted from the table, and took off himself. Around the time I stopped, he ran past me and got to the kid and scooped him up. He took him inside the house to his parents.
So I was still stuck in the yard, unable to move. It was like my feet were bolted to the ground; I couldn't lift them. When my husband came back out, I called him over to me and told him what had happened. He got me back over to the picnic table and sat me down. I wasn't in too much pain if I just sat there, but I could stand or walk. Eventually, I became pretty uncomfortable and needed to use the bathroom. He tried to help me to the house, but I seriously couldn't take a step. So he drove the car over to the picnic table and helped me stand/pivot/sit in the car, and we went home. He pulled the car onto our lawn, right up to our front porch, and sort of dragged me into the house (the kids, fortunately, fell asleep in the car, so he just carried them up to bed. I spent that night in an armchair that my husband put right outside the downstairs bathroom for me (our bedrooms are upstairs). Yesterday, I spoke with my midwife (again--I called her right after it happened, too) who suggested it might be time to go into the ER to get it checked out. So I did, and they just confirmed what I already knew: I injured my pubic symphysis--either a severe sprain or a tear. There's nothing-in-particular for them to do about it, so they prescribed Vicodin and bedrest and told me to expect a minimum of a month to really recover--possibly longer.
I'm 39 weeks pregnant today. A week ago, I was thinking it would be great to have the baby some time after 39, but before 41, weeks. That felt ideal to me. Now I'm thinking another 42-weeker sounds okay (my son was induced and born a few days after my due date, but my daughter was born at 42 weeks exactly). I would *love* to get this healed-up, at least relatively so, before going into labor.
I feel pretty confident that I'll go *at least* past my due date next week--I'm not feeling particularly labor-ish, I have a history of carrying longer, and now I'm sitting around doing absolutely nothing...so it seems favorable. It's mostly just important to me to be able to move around somewhat freely by the time I go into labor.
Anyway, it's funny how my perspective has changed and how I'm suddenly feeling *very willing* to postpone this labor and birth (not that I had any choice) a few weeks.
Hopefully this won't be the baby who breaks the late-going trend.
This weekend I was at a friend's party on Saturday night. She lives in an old farmhouse on ~5 acres outside town. Most of her guests (whom I didn't know) were hanging out in the house or on the porch, but my husband and I and our friends were sitting at a picnic table next to the bonfire towards the back of her yard. The cars were all parked along the perimeter of the yard.
So around 10:15 or so (I'm not sure, but it was dark), I happened to be turned around at the picnic table, facing the house, and I saw a car backing out of its place. About 8 feet behind it--and obviously out-of-sight of the driver--a two-year-old boy was standing. I pointed and yelled something, but I don't know how coherent it was, and no one really moved. So, without thinking, I hopped up from the table and took off in a dead sprint towards the boy, about 20 yards away. 10-15 yards in, I felt something sort of snap or pop in my pelvis, and this pain radiated down my leg. I took a few more steps (involuntarily--I just had a lot of momentum) and then I was left standing in the yard; I couldn't pick my legs up to move.
Fortunately, my husband had noticed when I bolted from the table, and took off himself. Around the time I stopped, he ran past me and got to the kid and scooped him up. He took him inside the house to his parents.
So I was still stuck in the yard, unable to move. It was like my feet were bolted to the ground; I couldn't lift them. When my husband came back out, I called him over to me and told him what had happened. He got me back over to the picnic table and sat me down. I wasn't in too much pain if I just sat there, but I could stand or walk. Eventually, I became pretty uncomfortable and needed to use the bathroom. He tried to help me to the house, but I seriously couldn't take a step. So he drove the car over to the picnic table and helped me stand/pivot/sit in the car, and we went home. He pulled the car onto our lawn, right up to our front porch, and sort of dragged me into the house (the kids, fortunately, fell asleep in the car, so he just carried them up to bed. I spent that night in an armchair that my husband put right outside the downstairs bathroom for me (our bedrooms are upstairs). Yesterday, I spoke with my midwife (again--I called her right after it happened, too) who suggested it might be time to go into the ER to get it checked out. So I did, and they just confirmed what I already knew: I injured my pubic symphysis--either a severe sprain or a tear. There's nothing-in-particular for them to do about it, so they prescribed Vicodin and bedrest and told me to expect a minimum of a month to really recover--possibly longer.
I'm 39 weeks pregnant today. A week ago, I was thinking it would be great to have the baby some time after 39, but before 41, weeks. That felt ideal to me. Now I'm thinking another 42-weeker sounds okay (my son was induced and born a few days after my due date, but my daughter was born at 42 weeks exactly). I would *love* to get this healed-up, at least relatively so, before going into labor.
I feel pretty confident that I'll go *at least* past my due date next week--I'm not feeling particularly labor-ish, I have a history of carrying longer, and now I'm sitting around doing absolutely nothing...so it seems favorable. It's mostly just important to me to be able to move around somewhat freely by the time I go into labor.
Anyway, it's funny how my perspective has changed and how I'm suddenly feeling *very willing* to postpone this labor and birth (not that I had any choice) a few weeks.
Hopefully this won't be the baby who breaks the late-going trend.
I really do hope everything heals up fast and well for you.
