Monday, April 21, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
WOW you are already 2 months old. You’d only been home for a week when your one month birthday rolled around, things were still pretty crazy around here and we were still getting to know each other. But THIS month we really got to know each other, and you’ve interacted with your sister a bit as well.
I have to say, you are the loudest grunter I have ever met! You don’t cry much unless you are hungry or have gas. And even when you are hungry, you are really patient. You’ve started making these clicking sucking sounds with your tongue and then we know that you want the bottle in your mouth and you want it YESTERDAY. But the grunts, my gosh. They seem to be loudest when you are having a really good stretch. You stretch a lot in your sleep, which leads to lots of grunting, which your Tatus and I sometimes mistake for a really mad yell.
You’ve filled out a LOT this month, even your Grampa noticed. I sent some pictures a week ago, and he exclaimed that your cheeks are HUGE now. It’s a relief to us to see you getting chubby because you were so skinny when you were born. You are also getting really strong, and like to hold your head up a lot when we are holding you. We give you tummy time often, but you don’t like that unless you are on my or Tatus’ chest. That’s often where you fall asleep these days. I imagine feeling our breathing and heartbeats is very soothing. I wonder if my heartbeats echoed in my womb when you were there.
When we brought you home you were only drinking 50 mL per feed. Now you are up to 125 ml per feed!! You are doing such a good job of growing big and strong. All that stretching probably helps, too. :)
And you’ve been very kind to your Tatus and I at night. Last night you slept from 9p.m. till 2 a.m. and then from 3 a.m. till 7:30 a.m. And the night before that you slept from 12 a.m. till 6:30 a.m.! You cluster feed at night, and since we are feeding you yummy barley formula which takes longer to digest than milk, you have lots in your tummy and that leads to longer periods of sleep.
We’ve been on quite a few walks this past month, since it hasn’t been raining much. I put you in the Snugli, which you promptly pass out in, and then I push your sister in her stroller. It’s quite a work out for me, but I know the fresh air does all of us a lot of good.
In this past month you’ve met a lot of family members—your Uncles Derek, Shane and Daniel, and your Aunt Natalya. You also got to spend quite a bit of time with your Babcia and Dziadek over Easter, and this coming weekend we’ll be spending 5 days with Gran and Grampa and Uncle Shane.
You and your sister have been getting along really well so far. I’m very impressed with both of you. She’s really affectionate, giving you kisses and little hugs, running to you when she hears you cry, and she’s patient when your arm swings around and pops her in the nose.
And you are patient with her as well. Sometimes she squeezes a little to hard, or leans on your foot accidentally… actually earlier this month she lost her balance and sat on you while you were in your car seat. But I got her off of you quickly and you didn’t make a peep.
One thing you are having a bit of trouble with is burping. You like to fall asleep after feeds rather than burping. If I was in your place, that’s probably what I’d prefer, too. Sometimes during the day you’ll spit up 2 hours after you’ve eaten (and fallen asleep). I have to keep a pretty close eye on you.
And, as I wrote earlier, you are getting SO STRONG. As I type this Tatus is holding you and you have been holding your head up for a while now.
You have the loveliest little smile, complete with a dimple in your left cheek. :) You are really just such an easy-going little baby. We are still all getting into a routine, and you have been really patient with all of us… although sometimes I see the looks you get on your face when we do something you don’t like, like wiping your bum with a cold diaper wipe or being accidentally clumsy with you in the bath, and I can just imagine you thinking, “I made sure I was NOT a first-born to avoid all this kind of stuff. What the heck are you doing?!”
You are a baby of a thousand faces. And most of them are happy, peaceful and inquisitive. You happily look around, watching the light come through the blinds, watching your sister and me play, or here, looking at the contrast of the light walls and dark shelves above the change table. :)
I love you, and your chubby little cheeks.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Nights have been interesting, but not too torturous. The past couple of night he's had his awake time starting at 10 p.m. He eats, and then he just hangs out with Tomek and I. It's really nice, because Lily goes to bed at 9:30, so we have time to devote to paying attention to just him. By midnight he'll still be awake and we'll feed him again and then within half an hour he'll be asleep, and he'll sleep for FIVE hours. Sometimes SIX... I hope I'm not jinxing myself here.
Last night he threw us a curveball. I was waiting for him to wake up by 10, but when he hadn't by 11:30, I put myself to bed. He woke up at 2:30 and Tomek got up changed him and fed him. I think I meant to get up and help, but the next thing I knew it was 3:30 a.m. and Tomek was not beside me. I went out into the living room where he was STILL with Lukasz. He said Lukasz wasn't burping. I felt guilty because he's the one that's supposed to get up at 6 a.m. to go to work. So I took over with Lukasz and Tomek crashed back into bed. I figured he was hungry again, so I laid him on the couch while I prepped his bottle. He started hollering, so I warmed the bottle, ran to the bathroom for a quick pee, grabbed some receiving blankets on my way out of our bedroom, and... Lily was standing in the hall.
Tomek got up again, and put her back into her bed. He was going to lie with her so she didn't get up again but she was ok so he went back to our bed. I fed Lukasz, waited 1/2 hour for him to burp... he didn't. I put him in his bed, and fell into our bed. 45 minutes later I woke up to the sound of Lily hollering. It was odd that she hadn't gotten herself out of bed. At one point in the night while sleeping on her back she propped her foot up on my face. I moved it to my shoulder and we all slept till Tomek got up in the morning. Fortunately, Lily & Lukasz stayed a sleep for a couple more hours, and only woke up just as he was leaving.
Before he left for work, he said "I don't remember you bringing Lily to bed with us."
"I didn't," I replied. "You did."
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
You are just over 6 weeks old, which means you've now spent more time at home than in the hospital. Yay!
I took you to the doctor for a check-up this past week and he said you are a lovely baby. You look very happy and healthy and if I hadn't told him, he wouldn't have known you were born 5 weeks premature!
You've been very busy growing (sleeping) these past few weeks. You are now just over 8 lbs, and 51 cm long. When you were born you were only 5 lbs. That's a lot of growing! I know your sister can't wait until you are a little bigger and can play with her. She sure loves you--she's always wanting to hug and kiss you, and there are times when she hears you stirring in your crib before I do! She always runs to your bed to see what you are doing.
Your tatus (daddy) and I are so impressed with how well you are doing. It was hard to see you those first few days after you were born, because you were hooked up to a lot of stuff in the hospital. It was all to help you be strong, and the nurses took wonderful care of you. And now here you are, already moved into a big crib, and already outgrowing some of your clothes!
I love you!
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Tomek has been WONDERFUL... I'm getting more sleep than he is. In the morning I try to work it so I get Lukasz up an hour before Lily gets up. That way I can get him fed, burped and changed and back to sleep in time to prep Lily's morning bottle, then while she's drinking I'm pumping milk for Lukasz's next feed (which takes 20-30 minutes), then we play for a bit, then she's ready for a real breakfast so I figure something out for her to eat. This morning it was cereal and some banana. Then it's MY turn to eat, and then I play with Lily some more or do the never-ending laundry or dishes or start another batch of formula on the stove. Lily usually goes down for a nap 3 hours after she wakes up. It's nice in the morning if Lukasz sleeps the entire time Lily is up and when she goes down for a nap, he wakes up. Then it's only the afternoons that are tricky. Lily surprised me today and went down for a nap 2 hours after she got up. I guess 8:30 was a little too early for her. I didn't know she was going to fall asleep, she just wanted to go in her crib and wanted her mobile on. And she drifted off just as Lukasz started grunting and waking up. Did I mention how easy-going he is? He hardly rarely almost never cries. So then another hour passes while I feed and burp and cuddle and do the bicycle with him (because he hasn't pooped since he got home).
Now they are both asleep although Lily will be up in less than an hour and I'll have to get something together for her and I to eat. The bottles are already washed for Lukasz's next feed, and I'll have to make sure I have a dvd or something ready to go to occupy Lily while Lukasz is in my lap.
On Monday I could not have made it through the afternoon if my friend, N, hadn't been visiting. Lily demands "up" often and screams if she doesn't get to go up. She refused to leave my lap w/o screaming when I needed to prep Lukasz's bottle and feed him, so N ended up feeding him and I held Lily. She's not mean to him at all. She loves to give him kisses and high fives and wants to hold him a lot. But she doesn't like it when one of us is holding him for an extended period of time.
Thankfully, Tomek has the rest of the week off so we can try to get Lily used to the fact that sometimes she will just have to wait because we are taking care of Lukasz. Although, he went to check on one of his projects early this morning and he's still not home. Stuff always comes up. But at least I know he's nearby so if things get hairy this afternoon I can call him and he should be able to come home.
Evenings are a flurry of timing dinner around Lukasz's feeds, although yesterday he woke up just as dinner was ready, so Tomek helped Lily eat her dinner while I fed Lukasz and then he and I sat down to eat once Lukasz was asleep, with Lily wanting to sit in her daddy's lap for the entire meal.
All in all, it's going pretty well. I don't feel too exhausted and I'm SO RELIEVED that I'm not falling apart emotionally. I was really worried about that. Today was Lukasz's scheduled arrival date and I'm SO GLAD I've already been through the c-section and hospital time and am already back at home with my family.
Now I just have to figure out how to go for walks with the 2 of them. I think Lukasz is too small for the Snugli still, although he was 5 lbs at birth and now he's 6 lbs 9 oz!!! I have a stroller that his car seat attaches to, but then Lily would have to walk, and I don't feel comfortable walking around w/o her holding my hand, unless we're at the park. Once Lukasz fits in the Snugli I can push Lily in the stroller to the park and then she can get out and run around. Until then, I may have to wait to go for a walk till someone is here with me, then we can go out with Lukasz in his stroller and Lily walking or in her stroller.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
I talked to a nurse before I left, and it turns out they've been holding back on discharging you because your sister has been sick. So tonight we will take the car seat in to set up the receiving blankets in it so you'll fit, and then likely sometime on the weekend you'll be discharged and home with us!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
I'm worried though because Lily is on her second week of this cold, and now she's waking up at night with a cough. She doesn't cough during the day so I'm not sure if I should take her to the doctor or just let this thing run it's course.
I guess I better get busy and step up the baby arrival preparations.
Monday, February 11, 2008
I woke up and knew I’d started to bleed. There wasn’t much, but it was enough to scare me, and to have us rush to the hospital, which luckily is only 10 minutes away. They strapped a baby monitor to my belly and had me tell them if I bled anymore. The baby’s heartbeat was healthy and the bleeding lessened, but the Dr. decided to move me to the maternity ward for observation since I was almost 35 weeks along and had placenta previa. I hoped I wouldn’t bleed anymore and they’d let me go home on Friday. Spending the night w/o Tom and LB felt like one of the most difficult things I’d ever done. It was the first night I’d ever been away from LB; up until this day, the longest I’d been away from her was 4 hours.
Friday, January 25th
Despite being on bed rest in the hospital, I bled a little more. The baby still sounded healthy and happy and was very active. But the doctor that came to see me said he thought it best if I stayed in the hospital till the baby arrived, which could be a week or two.
Saturday, January 26th
I had no bleed in the morning, and I pushed the nurses to put in a word for me to go home. I said I could be on complete bed rest at home and I’d do a lot better emotionally if I could be near my daughter again. The nurse relayed what I said to the doctor, and he came to talk to me, explaining that he had to weigh the different parts of my situation against similar ones he’d already been through. He felt it would be safest for me to be right there in the hospital just in case I did start to have a larger bleed. Apparently about a litre of blood passes through the placenta each minute, so if it got damaged or ruptured, that blood could be coming out of me at that rate. Yikes. The Dr was an older man from South Africa. First time I’d heard an accent like that. He told me not to have this baby after midnight because he gets very grumpy after midnight.
Turns out, the Dr. was right. In the early afternoon I had a larger bleed. The nurse checked and didn’t seem too worried. I went down for an ultrasound to see if there were any blood clots in my uterus, but everything looked fine. The technician tried to show me the baby, but the bones were developed enough that we couldn’t see much detail. She told me he weighed 5 pounds. I went back to my room, and within minutes I was bleeding again. Two nurses came to see me and estimated the bleed at 300 ccs (1/3 of a litre) and all of a sudden there were more nurses and I was in bed getting wheeled to a different floor for closer observation. I asked one of my roommates (I was in a 4-person room) to tell Tomek I’d been taken downstairs.
Tomek arrived around 3:00 p.m. and I was still bleeding a bit. They had me back on the baby monitor and the baby still looked great. Good heart rate, lots of activity. At 5:00 p.m. I started having contractions. They began as back pain and then moved around to the front until it was surrounding me and then it squeezed. The nurse kept calling in “cramping”, and I kept telling her I knew it was contractions because Lily’s contractions had been the same way—the back pain hurt me more than the actual contractions.
So I waited, and hoped the contractions wouldn’t just disappear because that would feel like things were moving backwards and I really wanted the baby out so there would be no more waiting, no more being away from my family. Tomek waited with me, wiped my tears away, and did everything he could to keep me happy and comfortable… an impossible task since I hadn’t eaten since breakfast that morning and the Dr wouldn’t let me eat anything or drink anything just in case they did have to do a c-section that night. AND the Dr. had suggested they give me morphine to try to space out the contractions. So I got a shot of morphine and gravol in my hip.
Around 10:00 p.m. I got moved to a different room which seemed more like a storage room than anything. No window, lots of equipment. My room was needed for a set of twins that were on their way. I was still having contractions, but they weren’t any big deal compared to the ones I had with LB. I could feel myself fading in and out from the morphine, and I was starting to feel nauseous so I just lay very still and cracked my eyes open now and then to make sure Tomek was still at my side. While I was in the hospital he spent hours and hours just being there beside me. A comforting face. A hand to hold. I think the Dr came in at some point and said we were going to go ahead with it, but a few minutes later a nurse came in and told me the twins had bumped me out of my surgery spot. Then the Dr I think said something about waiting till morning, 7:30 a.m.
Around 11:00 p.m. the contractions were still steady about every 4 minutes despite the morphine. The Dr came back in, studied the printout of contractions and heartbeats for a while, studied my face for a while, then told me we were going to go ahead and get the baby out. Then he said, "good thing I didn't listen to the nurse, eh?" (and send me home).
Tomek told me later that his gut clenched when he heard that we were going ahead with the cesarean, and I remember starting to shiver and my teeth were chattering uncontrollably, even though I wasn’t cold. Tomek had to take my stuff that he’d brought downstairs back upstairs then, because they needed the room for someone else. While he was gone, they wheeled my bed out of the room and towards the operating room. I told them to wait because my husband was upstairs and they said he’d be in the operating room with me after I was all prepped. I felt bad for him, always running here and there, getting me this, getting me that, and then getting left behind.
So I got wheeled into O.R. #8, which I took as a good sign because my lucky number is 8. :) They had me shift myself off the bed and onto a padded operating table… which is very tricky when lying down and pregnant. I got hooked up to a blood pressure monitor, and got a catheter, OH and I’d been hooked up to an IV since Thursday.
Then they had me sit up and swing my legs off the side of the table and hold onto a pillow while a nurse/dr someone held their hands on my shoulders. It was time for the spinal. The person holding my shoulders commented that the table must be a little lopsided because I felt uneven. Then I made an effort to relax my shoulders and everything evened out. I hugged the pillow and rested my head against her shoulder and tried to relax. The spinal didn’t hurt much at all, and actually I never took a look at where it went in to see if I had a bruise or anything afterwards. It was just a lot of pushing and then I could feel my feet slowly going numb from the outside, in. I was laid back down, and then my legs were strapped down, and that freaked me out a bit because I felt like I could still lift them if I tried. Then they put a heavy pad with a hole in it over my stomach, and then I think Tomek arrived. They put a blue tarp above my head, angling so it was inches above my nose. I didn’t like that because it smelled and made me dizzy to try to focus on it. They pricked my belly a few times to see if I could feel it and I could. The anesthesiologist told them to give me a local anesthetic and they did, but my blood pressure dropped so he said he wasn’t going to give me any more. They pricked me some more but I could still feel it, so he said I had to go under a general anesthetic. That meant Tomek had to leave the room and go sit in a chair and wait. I remember apologizing to him, and then he was gone and they put a mask over my face and pressed it down hard. I remember counting the breaths, and I think I got to 8 and then I smelled something kind of bitter and thought that must be the gas. Then I breathed two more times, and that’s all I remember of the operation.
What was filled in for me later via various Drs who talked to both Tomek and I over the next couple of days was that a) the baby got stuck, even though he was head down (he’d been horizontal during my ultrasound) and the Dr had to turn him around breach to get him out , after he’d kind of broken through and removed the placenta and b) before he could get him out, he had to make a vertical incision up my uterus in addition to the horizontal one and c) the little guy wasn’t breathing on his own when he came out so another dr had to manually help him breathe with some kind of pump until he started breathing on his own.
While I was still out cold, a nurse left the OR with LG and walked by Tomek, as he was told she would. He followed her to the NICU and saw LG get weighed and poked and blood drawn and other stuff that was really hard for him to see. He was wondering when and where he’d see me again and somehow he found his way to the anesthesiologist’s room where I was being monitored until I woke up. Tomek was apparently in there for a while with me, but when I kept being sick, the anesthesiologist told him it’d be best if he waited outside. So he was waiting again. The anesthesiologist apparently gave me 5 or 6 different drugs to ease the nausea. That on top of the morphine, spinal and general anesthetic.
January 27th, around 3:00 a.m.
I was taken back upstairs to my room, which I vaguely remember, and I slept until late in the afternoon of the 27th. Tomek slept in a chair next to me that night and most of the next day. He did call my parents and his parents just after the baby arrived though, to tell them the news.
In the evening I finally kind of woke up. Tomek had been to visit the little guy and showed me pictures. By this time I hadn’t eaten in 2 days but I think I had some jell-o. I was told that the baby arrived at 12:20 a.m. on January 27th. My brother’s birthday is on the 26th and frankly I was a little disappointed that LG just missed being born on the same day as my bro, but at least they share a middle name.
We visited LG that night… I felt so nervous seeing him. And I couldn’t really see him—he was all covered with c-pap, sensors, etc. He was sleeping peacefully, and we were allowed to reach into the incubator to touch him. The nurse said that he’d know we were there by our scent, the sound of our voices and our touch. I hope he knew who we were. We didn’t get any of that initial bonding right after he was delivered.
Monday, January 28th: A letter to the little guy
Hey little boo boo, You sure are a trooper. Tonight I saw you for the second time, all hooked up to the IV and oxygen mask with a tube in your mouth. I can’t wait till you don’t have to have all those attachments anymore—I know you’ll feel much better! We aren’t allowed to hold you yet, but tonight you held on to my finger with that strong grip of yours. I hope you recognize when we are there touching you and talking to you. And I hope I can hold you and feed you soon. I love you, Mommy
Wednesday, January 30th
6:30 p.m.: You just went under the uv lights for your jaundice. So now in addition to all the tubes and sensors, you have a little mask over your eyes to protect them. Even though you are on c-pap, your breathing is getting much better. The nurse thinks you’ll be off c-pap and onto hi-flow in a couple of days. You held my finger again today, and you seem to relax when your tatus puts his hand on your chest.
8:00 p.m.: We got to hold you for a little bit tonight for the first time!!! It was sad to see all the wires stuck to you that we had to work around in order to hold you, but you snuggled right up to me and your tatus. I think you know who we are. :)
Saturday, February 2nd
a.m.: The nurses say you are off c-pap and out of the incubator! Well done!!
p.m.: Now you are off the hi-flow and completely breathing on your own and sleeping in a little crib! You are improving by leaps and bounds! I hope we will all be over this stomach flu soon so we can come and visit you.
Monday Febraury 4th
He’s taking full feeds! 46ml (based on his weight, which is just over 5 lbs). This means he’s off the IV. Yay! No more needles in a different place every time we see him. The nurses say he’s a very snoozy baby, and would sleep through his feeding times if they let him. He’s still getting fed via a tube into his tummy, which really, he can sleep through, so I guess he doesn’t know any different yet.
Tuesday February 5th
8:00 p.m. Your tatus and I finally got to visit you again—it’s been 6 days since we last saw you! Your sister was sick with a stomach flu AND teething, and then your tatus and I got the flu too, and we had to wait till 48 hours after our symptoms disappeared before we could visit you. It was a long 6 days. And you’d changed so much in that time. It was great to see you in a little crib, breathing on your own, without an iv. It was also the first time I got to see your face not covered by a little respiratory mask. AND we finally gave you a name!! You were sleeping when we got there so at first we just looked at you, and admired how great you are looking. Then the nurse said we could hold you, so I got to have a nice long snuggle with you sleeping in my arms. Then the nurse had us undress you so she could weigh you. It took a while… it was the first time I’d really handled you and you are SO tiny. It took even longer to get new clothes on you, but you did wake up and looked at us for the first time. You have big dark gray-blue eyes.
We had our first try at nursing tonight, and you don’t quite know what to make of it yet. So I fed you through the tube, and you fell asleep again while I was feeding you! I guess if you were still inside me you would be spending most of your time sleeping and growing, so it only makes sense that you sleep so much now.
They had to give you a pretty bad haircut while you were on the iv because sometimes they had to put the iv in your head. Ouch! So it looks like you have a little crooked mohawk. I think we are going to get them to completely shave your head before you are discharged, that way it can grow back evenly. It’s such a shame that they had to do that, though, you had such nice dark hair!
Wednesday Feburary 6th
He took a whole bottle at 3 p.m.!! His first successful feed without the tube. The nurse said it knocked him out, though. Poor guy. Drinking from a bottle is hard work! We are all sick again, so now again we have to wait a few days until we can see him again. Sigh.
Friday, February 8th
I called the NICU and they told me he’d been moved OUT of it and up to the pediatrics ward. Major improvement!!
Sunday, February 10th
I talked to his nurse and he’s getting a bath today. He hasn’t been spitting up after his feeds, which is another great improvement. She also told me he’d been a bit of a stinker and pulled the tube out of his nose (the one they feed him through… the one that goes down to his stomach and is normally taped to his cheek).
Monday, February 11th
He took 3 of his feeds last night by bottle, and only had one tube feed. This morning he took his bottle with ease as well! He now weighs 2.580 kg, which is 5.6 lbs. I’m pretty sure he was 5 lbs when he was born. The nurse can’t really give us any idea of when he’ll be home, but if his feeds keep up like this and he continues to gain weight, he could be ready to come home within a week. I hope we are all over our colds by then. It’s been 6 days since we’ve seen him.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
I have an ultrasound in a week and a half, and in addition to checking where my placenta is, they are also going to be able to check the length of my cervix and if it looks short at all then we'll have that heads up that maybe the c-section should be earlier.
I'm weighing in at 147 lbs now... so I've gained 32 so far. Not too bad.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Anyway, here I am in all my covered belly glory. I don't look nearly as bloated as I did with LB. I still have chicken feet, not elephant feet. Hooray!
Monday, January 14, 2008
Last week during my non-stress test, the nurse commented when I had a Braxton Hick contraction, so now I finally understand what they are. I'd noticed that my tummy would go as hard as a melon before the NST, but I didn't realize they were BH contractions. Now I notice them everytime they happen, and today they are getting quite uncomfortable. But I did just come back from a walk with Lily, and I may have walked too fast since it was freezing out and really windy and I wanted to get back home as fast as possible.
This evening I'm feeling similarly. Judging from the non-stress test, the baby hadn't dropped down yet, but maybe he's getting ready to now. That makes me kind of nervous. I'm not 37 weeks yet.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Isaac: too Jewish? (not that sounding Jewish is a bad thing, just neither of us are Jewish)
Ethan: Tomek doesn't like it
Elijah: Tomek used to work with a guy named Eli. I have a thing on naming my kids the same as someone I know.
James: No Polish equivalent.
Jacob/Jakob: I don't like the Polish short form of it: Kuba. Sounds like a big, drooly dog to me.
Lukas/Lukasz: I'm not big on Polish pronunciation of it: Woo-cash.
Rylan: Sounds like a girl name now that I think about it. Tomek probably wouldn't like it.
Rowan: Tomek doesn't like it.
I think we'll just go with this.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
She checked on the baby's heartbeat and it took her a little bit to find it. Then she listened for over a minute with a frown on her face. It was 120 bpm but she decided to send me to the hospital for a non-stress test anyway, to get a 20 minute reading of the heartbeat to make sure it was going up and down.
The obgyn scheduled me for another ultrasound at 35 weeks to confirm the placenta is still low, I see her again at 37 weeks on top of seeing my regular doctor and scheduling a trip to the hospital for my c-section orientation.
She scheduled my c-section for the 25th of February, then changed it this morning to the 20th of February.
So back to the hospital and the non-stress test... the first nurse couldn't find the heartbeat at all. Just when I was getting really worried, the little guy started punching and kicking up a storm. Whew. But she still couldn't find his heartbeat. So she asked another nurse to find it. She had trouble, too, she could pick it up for a bit then would lose it again. She said it was the hardest heartbeat she'd ever had to find. And she graduated from nursing school the year I was born. 27 years. So I didn't get to lie there in peace and let my baby's heartbeats wash over me and soothe me. I sat/lay in a twisted half-on-back-half-on-side-half-sitting position with the nurse holding the sensor on my gooped-up belly and occasionally pressing it into my belly.
But the heartbeat was normal, so that's good.