(xposted to my DDC)
I hope this isn't a jumbly mess... If it is, I'm sorry. Emotions are running high, I'm about to honestly just go take a shower and cry for a while.
My MW was here for our visit (we switch to weekly from here)... My BP is still too high.. .150/100. She wants me to do labs and I'm looking at risking out if the labs aren't good.
We have worked SO hard for this birth. I'm sitting here thinking about my birth pool, all my supplies... how hard my husband has worked to make this happen... And I feel like it's being ripped away from me.
Right now we're in waiting mode... Supposed to go do labs tomorrow afternoon.. If they're normal then we can wait it out (but isn't my high BP a risk for ME too?)... if they're mildly abonormal then we start pushing natural induction very hard... cohoshes every 30 min, castor oil... If they're bad... I risk out and I have no OB to even risk out to, which means a RCS with some doc I don't even know. All my planning, preparing... gone. I'm tempted to just start the cohoshes tonight... My cervix is dilating (1 CM, 70% effaced so 'super thin' she called it), and baby is a bit lower than before (between -2 and -1, not quite either she said, which is fine, DD didn't completley drop until well into labor).
From what we can tell, baby seems healthy... Weight guess (by palp) is 8.5lbs right now (would be my biggest baby for sure, DS was 5 11 at 37+1, DD was 7.5 at 41+3)... MW agrees with me that baby is bigger than my others... I've said the whole time 8.5-9.5lbs depending on the when. Bigger baby doesn't scare me... My body grew it, it can handle it... But the BP thing... Totally unexpected, totally unprepared for it. It was my MOTHERS fear for me this time and I feel like she pushed that fear into a reality. (yes, that's dumb but she's harped on it the entire pregnancy, that I am at such a risk for hypertension/pre-e because she had it with me and I was a summer pregnancy)
I feel completely defeated. Part of me wants to just give up and walk in and have the c-section. Maybe I'm not supposed to have this birth. I don't want to believe that... I don't want to believe that I was destined to have 3 surgical births. I don't want to believe I was destined to have a broken body that just can't do it the normal way. Why did God give me this pregnancy, lead me down this path and then take it away?
I am scared. For the first time in a while, I'm scared. I won't have the help I need post c-section. DH doesn't have the vacation... we don't have the money for him to be off with me for 6 weeks. My family is no good for help. None. My mom helped me for 3 or 4 days after my first c-section...I drove myself to my 2 week follow up because I had no help. My grandmother helped me for a few days after DD's birth... I lugged around the carseat with baby in it myself. My recovery was horrible. Breastfeeding was horrible. I couldn't get out of bed by myself for a month. I HAD to take pain medication... I got away without it the first time but with DD, I took it for several weeks at night just to be in minor relief.
I feel defeated... I feel done. I am huge, uncomfortable and just ready to meet this baby who is giving me so much trouble. I want to know that the baby is safe. And that means getting this baby to come out of me.
Sorry to lose it ladies... I feel like I'm losing everything I have worked so hard for. Everything I have fought for, defended for... Like in the blink of 48 hours, it could all be gone.
I hope this isn't a jumbly mess... If it is, I'm sorry. Emotions are running high, I'm about to honestly just go take a shower and cry for a while.
My MW was here for our visit (we switch to weekly from here)... My BP is still too high.. .150/100. She wants me to do labs and I'm looking at risking out if the labs aren't good.
We have worked SO hard for this birth. I'm sitting here thinking about my birth pool, all my supplies... how hard my husband has worked to make this happen... And I feel like it's being ripped away from me.
Right now we're in waiting mode... Supposed to go do labs tomorrow afternoon.. If they're normal then we can wait it out (but isn't my high BP a risk for ME too?)... if they're mildly abonormal then we start pushing natural induction very hard... cohoshes every 30 min, castor oil... If they're bad... I risk out and I have no OB to even risk out to, which means a RCS with some doc I don't even know. All my planning, preparing... gone. I'm tempted to just start the cohoshes tonight... My cervix is dilating (1 CM, 70% effaced so 'super thin' she called it), and baby is a bit lower than before (between -2 and -1, not quite either she said, which is fine, DD didn't completley drop until well into labor).
From what we can tell, baby seems healthy... Weight guess (by palp) is 8.5lbs right now (would be my biggest baby for sure, DS was 5 11 at 37+1, DD was 7.5 at 41+3)... MW agrees with me that baby is bigger than my others... I've said the whole time 8.5-9.5lbs depending on the when. Bigger baby doesn't scare me... My body grew it, it can handle it... But the BP thing... Totally unexpected, totally unprepared for it. It was my MOTHERS fear for me this time and I feel like she pushed that fear into a reality. (yes, that's dumb but she's harped on it the entire pregnancy, that I am at such a risk for hypertension/pre-e because she had it with me and I was a summer pregnancy)
I feel completely defeated. Part of me wants to just give up and walk in and have the c-section. Maybe I'm not supposed to have this birth. I don't want to believe that... I don't want to believe that I was destined to have 3 surgical births. I don't want to believe I was destined to have a broken body that just can't do it the normal way. Why did God give me this pregnancy, lead me down this path and then take it away?
I am scared. For the first time in a while, I'm scared. I won't have the help I need post c-section. DH doesn't have the vacation... we don't have the money for him to be off with me for 6 weeks. My family is no good for help. None. My mom helped me for 3 or 4 days after my first c-section...I drove myself to my 2 week follow up because I had no help. My grandmother helped me for a few days after DD's birth... I lugged around the carseat with baby in it myself. My recovery was horrible. Breastfeeding was horrible. I couldn't get out of bed by myself for a month. I HAD to take pain medication... I got away without it the first time but with DD, I took it for several weeks at night just to be in minor relief.
I feel defeated... I feel done. I am huge, uncomfortable and just ready to meet this baby who is giving me so much trouble. I want to know that the baby is safe. And that means getting this baby to come out of me.
Sorry to lose it ladies... I feel like I'm losing everything I have worked so hard for. Everything I have fought for, defended for... Like in the blink of 48 hours, it could all be gone.







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Hang in there. Have you tried meditation? It can lower B/P. Good luck.


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