Hannah Rose Pietrini
September 3, 2012
7lbs, 6oz
Birth story to come...
September 17, 2012
September 1, 2012
In a Week's Time
One week. Maybe less. I'm going to have a baby girl in my arms.
As I write, my little pea is trying to do a handstand. At least that's what it feels like. Head down, facing my left, butt at top center and both legs hanging down left. And moving all around! (I know this because I had an ultrasound today to make sure my fluids are looking good.) I don't know how she still has room to move around. And while I know that babies love their cocoon, I'm always telling Seth that I feel so sorry for our girl all cramped up in the confines of my belly.
Besides having the ultrasound today at the OB, I also tentatively have set a planned induction beginning the night of the 6th into the 7th. That is if I don't go into labor before then on my own. While I'm not thrilled about the possibility of an induction, I'm thankful it isn't scheduled earlier. And that if there was a day around now that I want our baby girl to be born, it's September 7. Because five years ago Friday, Seth asked me to marry him.
And it's a bonus that it's my dad's birthday and seven is my favorite number.
It's been a bit of a roller coaster these last few days when I was told at my Tuesday appointment that a recommendation was being submitted to induce me early next week (i.e. Monday), basically because of my "TIA" and need to be on heparin. I didn't really understand the need, and was not happy since I would like to prevent and/or postpone an induction as much as possible to avoid pitocin and increased possibility of a C-section. Plus this recommendation wasn't coming from my normal OB. Thankfully at today's appointment I saw my normal OB. For cases like mine, doctors recommend delivering between 39 and 40 weeks; she's letting me push it to 40.
So September 7; if not sooner. And even though labor is an extremely close reality, I am less fearful than some moments of fear I've had in the last few months. I think it's because I just can't wait for my baby girl to be here, no matter what it takes.
As I write, my little pea is trying to do a handstand. At least that's what it feels like. Head down, facing my left, butt at top center and both legs hanging down left. And moving all around! (I know this because I had an ultrasound today to make sure my fluids are looking good.) I don't know how she still has room to move around. And while I know that babies love their cocoon, I'm always telling Seth that I feel so sorry for our girl all cramped up in the confines of my belly.
Besides having the ultrasound today at the OB, I also tentatively have set a planned induction beginning the night of the 6th into the 7th. That is if I don't go into labor before then on my own. While I'm not thrilled about the possibility of an induction, I'm thankful it isn't scheduled earlier. And that if there was a day around now that I want our baby girl to be born, it's September 7. Because five years ago Friday, Seth asked me to marry him.
And it's a bonus that it's my dad's birthday and seven is my favorite number.
It's been a bit of a roller coaster these last few days when I was told at my Tuesday appointment that a recommendation was being submitted to induce me early next week (i.e. Monday), basically because of my "TIA" and need to be on heparin. I didn't really understand the need, and was not happy since I would like to prevent and/or postpone an induction as much as possible to avoid pitocin and increased possibility of a C-section. Plus this recommendation wasn't coming from my normal OB. Thankfully at today's appointment I saw my normal OB. For cases like mine, doctors recommend delivering between 39 and 40 weeks; she's letting me push it to 40.
So September 7; if not sooner. And even though labor is an extremely close reality, I am less fearful than some moments of fear I've had in the last few months. I think it's because I just can't wait for my baby girl to be here, no matter what it takes.
Definition of a Baby:
That which makes the home happier,
love stronger, patience greater,
hands busier, nights longer, days
shorter, purses lighter, clothes
shabbier, the past forgotten,
the future brighter.
-Martin Lawrence
(Excerpt in Meditations for the Expectant Mother,
read by my mom when she was expecting me)
August 29, 2012
Labor & Delivery (Trip One of __)
I told myself I was done with any more medical episodes until D-Day. Obviously telling myself something isn't going to change my reality, and that was before I started experiencing multiple headaches preceded by blurry vision. While the headaches weren't too bad and I figured I was just experiencing minor migraines, I did have some concern since headaches and blurry vision are signs of preeclampsia, something I am more than cognizant of. Seth was firm that I call the OB. The OB wanted to see me.
So last Monday afternoon I met up with Seth at the OB (and here I was hoping for just one appointment in a given week). After the nurse took my blood pressure and it was measuring over 120, I was just about convinced I had preeclampsia even though I lacked sudden weight gain and excessive swelling symptoms. The OB then evaluated me, and since apparently their office doesn't have sensitive enough testing for preeclampsia, I was sent to labor and delivery.
At the hospital, it just so happened that my regular OB was there getting ready to perform a C-section. (I was glad I finally wouldn't have to explain all the previous stuff that has happened with me to yet another doctor.) I waved hello, and then was unexpectedly placed in my own labor and delivery room. The nurses had me suit up in a gown, give some blood and urine, and lay in a delivery bed while the baby was monitored for a good hour.
Everything ended up coming back normal. I gratefully accepted a prescription pain medication from my OB should I get more headaches and was dismissed.
Third trip to the hospital. Check.
So last Monday afternoon I met up with Seth at the OB (and here I was hoping for just one appointment in a given week). After the nurse took my blood pressure and it was measuring over 120, I was just about convinced I had preeclampsia even though I lacked sudden weight gain and excessive swelling symptoms. The OB then evaluated me, and since apparently their office doesn't have sensitive enough testing for preeclampsia, I was sent to labor and delivery.
At the hospital, it just so happened that my regular OB was there getting ready to perform a C-section. (I was glad I finally wouldn't have to explain all the previous stuff that has happened with me to yet another doctor.) I waved hello, and then was unexpectedly placed in my own labor and delivery room. The nurses had me suit up in a gown, give some blood and urine, and lay in a delivery bed while the baby was monitored for a good hour.
Everything ended up coming back normal. I gratefully accepted a prescription pain medication from my OB should I get more headaches and was dismissed.
Third trip to the hospital. Check.
August 27, 2012
Waylon Jacob
On Saturday, August 4, the day of my Chicago shower, Seth's brother Nate and his wife Dana received news that the baby boy they were adopting was born. In fact, Dana got word in the middle of present opening after many attempts by Nate, Seth, and Jim to get hold of anyone attending the shower to alert Dana. Nate finally got through to Maria, and as soon as Maria relayed the news, Dana was on the phone with Nate and running out of the shower to cheers and clapping!
That evening, Nate and Dana flew to Houston. They met their new son the next morning. Here are some of the first pictures of the new family.
On Monday, the papers were signed. Then, the paperwork processing waiting game began. Everyone prayed for quick, and quick they received. What could have taken up to three weeks only took about five days; the new family of three was on their way back to Chicago the very next Saturday.
Seth and I were knocking on their door on Sunday to meet our new baby nephew.
We are so ecstatic to welcome the first nephew/grandbaby on the Pietrini side to the family. And we love that our babies will be so close in age!
That evening, Nate and Dana flew to Houston. They met their new son the next morning. Here are some of the first pictures of the new family.
On Monday, the papers were signed. Then, the paperwork processing waiting game began. Everyone prayed for quick, and quick they received. What could have taken up to three weeks only took about five days; the new family of three was on their way back to Chicago the very next Saturday.
Seth and I were knocking on their door on Sunday to meet our new baby nephew.
We are so ecstatic to welcome the first nephew/grandbaby on the Pietrini side to the family. And we love that our babies will be so close in age!
August 23, 2012
Shower Part IV: Chicago
My final shower, thrown by my mother-in-law, took place on August 4 at The Grove Redfield Estate in Glenview. This historic site was incredible. Picturesque. Quaint. Perfect.
Maria's sisters, Mary and Meredith, were in town for the event.
Grandma love!
The tables were adorned with baby pictures of Seth and me.
Amy Helms gave the devotional.
Little did Dana know it was here that she would receive news that her Waylon Jacob had been born!
The boys crashing the party.
Picture taking with my sister in the old historic home.
Thank you Maria for every detail of this shower. It was absolutely beautiful!
August 21, 2012
Shower Part III: Friends
Four years later, my maids are here for me again. Kendrick, Kate, Lindsey and Julie threw me a Sweet Pea Garden themed shower on July 29 atop the 4th floor terrace of my condo building.
No garden themed shower is complete without a fruit baby carriage!
The party planners.
This game had my name written all over it! Two teams of players had to don a baby belly, place a scrabble tile between the knees, shimmy from Point A to Point B, and place the tile in the jar.
So how big do you guesstimate my belly is?
Seth named Jenna winner of the "Draw a Baby" contest.
As I opened gifts, each of the girls shared their wishes for Baby Pea.
You girls made me feel so special! A big thanks to Linds, Kendrick, Kate and Julie (You were missed)!!
August 17, 2012
Chi Town Babymoon
Before the arrival of our baby girl, Seth and I planned a simple getaway to the city. Since is wasn't too long ago that we vacationed in Florida with my family and South Carolina with his, we kept our one last "hurrah" local.
Our original "Babymoon" was supposed to take place July 7-8, but due to another unexpected trip to the emergency room, things got postponed to July 21-22.
Seth and I arrived by train into the city around noon. We checked into Hotel Sax and headed to the Taste of River North for some lunch.
After lunch and some walking around, we stopped into McDonald's to take a little rest. (Walking and humidity had caught up to this preggo.) While we cooled down at an empty table, I brought up our name dilemma. We were still stuck on the same two names since early in the pregnancy and I wanted to see if Seth had any new thoughts. Nope. We did start to talk about nicknames for each, but since neither name has a good one, nor a natural shortened name (there's a hint for ya), Seth said for one of the names he would probably just call our little girl by her first and middle name. When he affectionately said it, I started to cry. Now I don't know if I was simply emotional and on the verge of tears at any given trigger or if this was some sort of sign that this should be the name. I won't really know the answer to that either way, but I'll let you know which one we go with.
Back at the hotel, we caught a bit of a nap before getting cleaned up for a stroll along the river and dinner at Naha.
And we finished off the overnight with "breakfast" (at like 11:30) the next day!
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