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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Why I'm convinced it's important to wait until 39 weeks

Before I start this post, I want to put a disclaimer.  This is, obviously, just my personal opinion.  I realize that I have very strong feelings in regard to inductions over all.  I also realize that there are medically necessary inductions/Cesarean sections.  Those are not included in my feelings or opinions.  I am strictly referring to planned inductions or c/s based on convenience.  Even then, I'm not saying "don't get induced!" I'm just saying "wait until 39 weeks!"

Ideas in the medical community seem to change rapidly.  Especially when it comes to children/babies/pregnancy.  Put them on their tummies to sleep.  No, wait.  Put them on their backs.  Keep them rear facing until age one.  Now, it's age two.

These changes are important.  They keep our children safe.  For example, we no longer have to worry about our child being thrown through the car window in an accident on the way home from the hospital because we have infant car seats.  We know to buckle them up before we head out and to make sure they are in a 5 point harness until certain age and weight.

Here's a newer recommendation that you may not have heard of, though.  The American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists (ACOG) recommends that no elective delivery should be performed before the gestational age of 39 weeks. 

The reasoning for the recommendation is for the safety of mother and baby.  studies report rates of 28–35.8% of elective deliveries occurring before 39 weeks and reveal that they also contribute to increased rates of late-preterm births These deliveries are associated with increased neonatal morbidity, neonatal intensive care unit admissions, and associated hospital costs compared to deliveries occurring at 39–40 weeks. (taken from this website.)

In regular people terms, they found it causes more breathing issues and deaths in babies when they are "forced" to come before 39 weeks, (and, again, we're obviously NOT talking about pregnancies with health concerns for momma or baby here.)


This recommendation has even changed since O's birth. I was induced with her at 38 weeks (of course, one could argue that I was 5 cm dilated, 70% effaced, I was contracting, and she was very low. My OB's conclusion was that I may not make it to the hospital in time. Therefore, it would be under the ACOG's list of "okay to induce". But, I still believe her breathing issues stemmed from her c/s and being forced out before she was completely ready.)

Now, my last three children have entered this world on their own timing.  A was 38 weeks, Isaac was 37, and Eliza was 39.  I can tell you, from experience, that Eliza is, by far, more "advanced" at 4 weeks than my other kids.  When I say "advanced" I don't mean that she's talking in full sentences.  I mean that E and I have noticed a marked difference in several things when we compare her to the other kids.

1. How alert she is when she's awake
2. How well and fast she nurses
3. How she's able to hold her head up sooner/more
4. How she cries a lot less
5. How she just "looks" older




Eliza at 2.5 weeks


Now, obviously, these are in no way medical issues that would be a cause for concern in a 37 weeker versus a 39 weeker.  But, I firmly believe that a lot of these things are due to the fact that her brain is more mature.  I mean, if you figure it all out, she's really 2 weeks "older" or "more mature" than Isaac and Olivia were at this same out-of-the-womb-age.  She's had more time for her nervous system to mature.

So, there you have it.  My soap box post for the month.  Let your babies pick their own birthday if you can.  If not, wait until they are 39 weeks before you induce.  Their little baby brains will thank you.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Working on Christmas

We got our CD in the mail from our pictures that we got taken the other day. I'm working on Christmas cards and birthday party invitations (for who?  Not MY little boy.  He's NOT going to be 2!)

Here's a teaser. :)


Friday, November 11, 2011

A bullet

  • My door bell rang at 2:00 pm with a "Happy November" gift for E and I.  The newest Harry Potter movie!  Woot! (and, my E is a teeeeny bit of a nerd.  he and his, also nerdy, college roommate refer to it as HPTDH2)
  • I am attending a baby shower tonight.  Honoring Eliza and several other friends and babies.  I hope it will be fun.
  • I'm eating peanut butter on saltines.  I'd eat it right out of the jar right now, but that some how seems pathetic.  So, I basically put it on air with calories.
  • I am drinking a home made salted carmel hot chocolate.  Double yum!  (Thanks, D!)
  • E just brought in a tiny little flag and A said "Hey daddy!  Where'd you get that president's flag?" hehe
  • I took all four kids to Babies R Us today.  We all made it back alive, and with all of our shoes, purses, hair things, so I guess that constitutes a good trip.
  • Eliza has been gagging on her pacifier.  I've been trying to find one she'll take with out gagging.  No luck so far.
  • Salted Carmel hot chocolate is a little salty at the bottom.  Note to self: must stir better next time.
  • Isaac is just hilarious.  I can't believe, sometimes, that this is the kid that didn't talk 5 months ago or the kid that would.not.give.his.momma.a.smile FOREVER. 
  • I think I'm ordering these towels for some Christmas gifts.
  • A is all about bad guys/good guys right now.  He used his allowance money to buy a mini nerf gun at Toys R Us.  He cracks me up with his, "I'm going to use it to shoot bad guys, mommy."
  • It's insanely hard to type with a 22 month old (okay, ALMOST 23 month old) demanding "ore cackers, mommy!" But, it's cute to hear "ank you mommy."
  • BRU wouldn't accept my return of NB sized pampers diapers.  So, sorry, Eliza.  You're going to have to squeeze those sweet thunder thighs in them.  (Oddly enough, she fits in the huggies NB's just peachy.)

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Parenting FAIL


I had a parenting fail today.  F.A.I.L 

My morning was a little crazy today. 

It didn't start off that way.

No.  In fact, it was pretty calm and relaxed. 

I got the big kids off to school.  Isaac was watching cartoons, while I was enjoying a cup of coffee.

The phone rings.

It's the school nurse (again.  3rd time this week.)

A's had an accident.  He needs to come home and take a shower.

It's 8:20.  I have to leave at 9:00 to take Isaac to school.

Crap, I say to myself..  I haven't gotten Eliza dressed. 

Isaac's lunch isn't packed. 

Can I wear my slippers to pick him up?

Then comes the anger. 

This is his 4th accident in two weeks.  (The first 3 were #1.  This was #2.)

We've been to the dr. and nothing is wrong.  He's either 1. Lazy or 2. Scared to ask his teacher

He won't tell me what happened.  Or when it happened. 

He's laughing, thinking it's fun to go home and take a shower in the middle of the day.

I lose my patience.  I ask him again what happened and when.

He suddenly "can't talk" because his "throat is scratchy."

Lies.  All lies. *sigh*

Patience lost again.

Urge him to take a shower quickly.  Fast!  We've GOT TO GO!

Take him back to school, where I realize he's embarrassed.

It's at this point that I am, too.  My behavior until now was atrocious. 

I was thinking about how he inconvenienced ME.

Not at all about how embarrassing it would be for HIM.

I feel like crying.  I totally failed.

F.A.I.L.E.D.






Sorry buddy






Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Her birth. Again. In more pictures.

Just a GIANT PSA:
 if you don't like birth photos OR you don't want to see my beautiful naked thighs, please do not read this post.

Okay.  Now that THAT's out of the way.  I love these photos way to much to not share.  Most of them are from my friend D, who was there at Eliza's birth.   









Tuesday, November 1, 2011

A matter of technicality

Two Tuesdays ago may have been two weeks.
But this little girl, 
 just can't be two weeks old already.
 (or this little girl 6.5 for that matter.)
 Even if her eyes are open more.
 She still can't be 2 weeks old.  I refuse to stop counting her age in days.
 Until 10:53pm tonight, she's only 13 days.

Friday, October 28, 2011

The honest truth

I've been having a hard time adjusting to the fact that Eliza will (likely) be our last baby. As much as I was sure about it when I was pregnant, I am now feeling all weepy and sad about it. 

Eliza is amazing, so precious, and such a blessing. 

But, I still feel like someone is missing. (And they are. Lots of someones. *sigh*) 

I sort of hoped, ignorantly, the feeling of "some one missing" would go away once we had decided that our family was complete.

It doesn't, does it?