Thursday, April 24, 2014

Postpartum Beauty

Okay, this blog entry has been one that I've been thinking about for while and before I even knew what I would look/feel like postpartum. For those of you who know me very well: I have an addiction to tabloid/celebrity magazines. I love People Magazine and Celebrity.Yahoo.com. I check them almost everyday and I love reading about the fashion and the baby articles and I adore seeing the pictures of the babies that beautiful people make and the weird celebrity names they come up with.

I'm still a good person, despite this slightly embarrassing and sad flaw that I carry around. Someday I will quit, but I'm just not strong enough to now, but I can quit anytime ;).

While I was reading a few different articles about celebrity moms having babies, I made the mistake of reading the comment section below. Now, ladies, why do we feel the need to bash any woman for looking the way she does after having a baby? Whether she struggles for a while to lose the weight and never quite looks the same, or whether she slims down overnight and looks flawless after baby or somewhere inbetween, WHY IS IT A COMPETITION OR SOMETHING THAT HAS TO BE JUSTIFIED TO PEOPLE COMPLETELY UNRELATED TO THE SITUATION HOW THAT PROCESS WORKED FOR YOU?????

We spout that every person is beautiful and that curves are lovely, and then when we see a woman who is a little rounder and just looked like she had a baby (which she is supposed to btw right after literally having a baby because SHE JUST HAD A BABY) we get this huge surge of fear to look like her and then bash her slightly for not trying hard enough to lose the weight mentally and secretly pray and wish we don't want to look like that, but then we open our mouths and say, "oh she's so beautiful, the miracle of life, yadda yadda yadda" and get mad at people for fat shaming her when we have just done a smaller version of it ourselves in our heads.

Then we have the other side of the coin and this is what I saw specifically with the celebrity magazines: She just had a baby and she looks great. Six weeks have passed and she looks like a friggin super model again and every woman feels the need to rip her to shreds because it isn't right for her to look like that, and of course it had to be plastic surgery, "breastfeeding doesn't do that" or "she has a nanny, if she didn't have a nanny, she'd still look like the beluga whale I did at that point" etc. etc.

It's cruel folks. And I hate to see and feel the pressure we ladies do feel while pregnant and after to not gain too much weight or be afraid that we're not gaining enough. Once baby is out, what if I don't lose the weight? Will I ever fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans again? Who cares! You just made a baby, you should be applauded, not criticized!

Specifically there was an article I read about Chris Hemsworth's wife, Elsa Pataky (lucky girl!). She just had twin boys, and two weeks after having them was caught on camera wearing shorts and a poofy peasant top that was perfect to cover any loose skin she may have had. It was a lovely outfit, it wasn't flashy, and she looked incredible. The first thing I thought was, "She is married to Thor and is so lucky. Those babies are going to be gorgeous like their dad and uncle. Wow, she looks great, what a great shirt to wear out during her transitional postpartum time." That's what I thought, and then I read the comments and they were terrible. They were filled with negative comments about how no woman looks that way and how dare she make other women feel bad by looking so good, it had to be fake, nobody looks that good after having a baby, let alone twins.



It's comments like that that make women feel bad. I have seen women who have children and they never look like they did before having children, but I have seen women who look like they never had a baby before and were back to pre-pregnancy weight and just happened to have a baby. And you know what? They were all beautiful because they were all different. My mother went back to her original size before pregnancy with every child and it wasn't because she cheated or because she sold her soul to the devil and got her wish to be beautiful. She just lived her life and did what she had done all her life. Ate food and took care of her family. There are many women who do that and get different results, but they owe all of us nothing for it whether they struggle with weight or not.

We need to remove the competition. Every woman has a different body. You can't compare an apple shaped body to a pear shaped body and expect the same results. Some women are tall and some are short and some inbetween. Some have short torsos and long legs, and some have long torsos and short legs, and every single body type will be different in how they manifest pregnancy, and will be different in how they manifest postpartum recovery. Genetics will play a huge role as well. Some woman will have genes that help them lose weight quickly while others will have to work for every pound they lose. Why should a woman (or man, but for the sake of postpartum discussion, woman) have to apologize for what she can't control? Why should she be made to feel bad about her body type when it is something completely out of her hands?

I spent my entire life hoping to have an athletic figure, with smaller hips, little waist, and no curve. Guess what? I went through puberty at a young age and have had hips since I was 9 years old. I have a small waist, but I have hips and will always always have hips, no matter how hard I try to make them smaller. I will never be an Audrey Hepburn, but definitely can pull off the Marilyn Monroe and I shouldn't have to apologize for that or feel bad, and those who have the Audrey shouldn't have to apologize or feel bad for having what they have.

The media does a great job in making people feel bad by doing terrible comparisons and creating an expectation of beauty totally unfair to the average woman. They do it to us, and they do it to celebrities. Why do you think there are so many eating disorders in Hollywood? Have you seen what actresses look like now compared to twenty years ago? Ten years ago?

A while ago I saw an article comparing Kim Kardashian and Duchess Catherine Middleton during their pregnancies and I was so mad when I read it because it was so unfair to them, but also so unfair to any girl reading it and seeing the pictures. They show a picture of Kim Kardashian in a dress with shoes that look too tight because her feet are swollen from being pregnant, and the dress is hugging her baby belly and the caption says, "Out of Control: Kim can't stop eating, Kanye is worried for her health". Really? Then they show a picture of Kate Middleton and say, "How Kate is staying great: Tips from Royalty on how to stay fit during pregnancy."



These pictures are put next to each other and I couldn't help but laugh. Kim Kardashian is 5' 2'' and has a short torso and a very curvaceous frame and Kate Middleton who was a model before marrying Prince William is 5'10'' and very tall and lean, with long legs and a long torso as well. Of course they are going to look different and of course they are going to have a huge disparity in how they present pregnancy!!! But this article is putting them on the same plane. Automatically any woman who reads this is going to be terrified to look like Kim, and is going to strive to do the impossible and look like Kate. It's completely obtuse and totally wrong, but the media doesn't care, and women don't always realize that is what is happening. So then, we have our friends and we see them having babies and we worry about whether we will be a Kim or a Kate and really we should just realize that we are going to be ourselves and regardless of whether we have a long torso or a short torso, we are short or tall, wide or narrow, slender, or curvaceous, we are beautiful and will be different than anyone else and that in and of itself should be even more beautiful.




We should be celebrating our differences and uplifting those around us because of theirs rather than competing to see who can fit their pre-pregnancy jeans the fastest or look the best before the rest.
I have a few friends who are pregnant and we were pregnant at the same time and we each showed our pregnancies so differently and we were each beautiful. I try really hard never to compare with other women about figures because I used to do it all of the time.

When I was in high school, I dealt with anorexia for a while. I don't share that lightly with anyone who is reading this and someday I will probably share more, but I feel it is important to talk about the dangers of comparison. I hated my figure, and I hated my curves and I starved myself daily to get rid of them and I almost did. But even at my very thinnest, I never lost my hips and I still had curves. My body was my body and it was beautiful and I never saw that. I only thought about and focused on the mean comments I received as a young girl when I started puberty earlier and gained weight. I looked chubby for a while my hormones changed my body, and before my growth spurt gave me height that evened out my frame and I was teased relentlessly about it. I was the chubby friend, the fat geek, the 292 lb. girl who was too big to jump on the trampoline with others, etc. (Yes, those were all said to me, and yes I still remember when they were said and how they made me feel.) Once I knew how to lose weight, I went crazy with it and lost as much as I could and I don't think anyone even realized the impact their words had on me. I don't write this to make anyone feel bad and I don't write it to bash, but the reality is that I was deeply affected by those comments and expectations and I learned that I had to compare myself to the thinner and more beautiful girls to feel valued and I tried hard for a very long time to be like them to feel beautiful. Not any more.

It took years of recovery and daily maintenance, and a wonderfully sweet and loving husband who thinks I am a beautiful and worthwhile queen, and a lot of lessons in learning to love myself that I learned the poisonous slope of comparison.

I used to fear the possibility of having children and even at one point swore off ever having children (during my anorexic phase) because I was afraid of what it would do to my body. I have to admit, while I was pregnant with Finch I felt more beautiful than I ever have before, and now that I have had him and I look at how beautiful he is and what an incredible miracle he is, I can't help but love my body for what it was able to do to bring this little one into my life.

My body looks different; I have stretch marks from before getting pregnant, and some from my pregnancy. My chest looks different and after I breastfeed, they will never look like they did before getting married or before getting pregnant. My hips are wider, and I wear bigger jean sizes as a result to accommodate my different proportions. My body has changed, but for the better, and it is beautiful. I look at how it has changed and I love it for what it has given me. Right after having Finch my tummy was swollen, and loose. It is tightening each day, but it isn't toned, and my stretch marks are there for anyone to see. But I am proud of my body and whether people look at me and say, "oh you have a ways to go before you look like you used to" or if they say, "you look incredible, I can't believe you just had a baby, what is your secret?" I don't care. I will not apologize for looking the way I do, and I will never apologize for having the body I do. It is the body God gave me to fulfill my mission here on Earth and was tailored and designed for me and only me. There is nobody else who has my body, and that in and of itself should be considered so beautiful.

The picture on the left was taken the day before going to the hospital to have Finch, and the picture on the right was the day after having Finch.


So ladies, whether you have children, are going to have children, or don't have them yet: Your body is beautiful, and if you take a year to lose the baby weight, or a week, or a month, six months, or if you never quite lose it all, you are beautiful.

We should be congratulating and uplifting any woman who is being herself and she should be seen as the beautiful queen she is for doing what she has done. We are all beautiful and we should never feel the pressure to compare ourselves to others when we are all different types of fruit. An apple can never be an orange, and a banana can never be a grape, but they are all delicious and all have value on their own. We are the same. Let's work together to uplift and defend women, not fearing the results of others or being so green with jealousy towards others that we tear down rather than build up. We are better than that.

Thanks for reading :)

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Welcome to the World, Baby Finch!

Hello All! I decided I had better write down Finch's birth story while it is still fresh and while I am blessed with company who can hold him while I get a small break.

Here goes:

Ben and I called Madison Memorial at 5:30 on Thursday morning to see when they would like me to come in to be induced. We thought we would have a couple of hours, but they said they wanted me to come in at 6:30 am. After a night of immense realizations that I would always have a child with me from that time on and that Ben and I would never be "just us" again, we were tired, but excited for going to the hospital.
When we got there we checked in, and then we were led to the delivery room (they are huge, btw, at least at our hospital, we had a television, a bathroom, a couch, table, changing table, and a full counter/shelf unit with plenty of room to spare. It felt like a little birthing suite.)

After getting into my gown, meeting our nurse, Jenn, and having her hook me up to the baby monitor and the IV (being induced I would have to have both on at all times once they got started), our doctor came and checked to see if I had made any changes since seeing him a few days earlier, and then broke my water. (Ouch! It was way uncomfortable, but he said I had a very strong amniotic sac...um, thanks? I guess those Target Prenatals really do their job!). He wanted to see if I would start to go into labor on my own from that and we waited about an hour or so. Nothing...so around 10-11, they started the Pitocin drip and we waited, again. Nothing. Apparently the highest dose they will give without special circumstances and a doctor's order is 20 mLs a minute of Pitocin. They kept upping the dose until I was at about 13 mL's before I even started to feel slight cramping. (Let me just say this, I have a very high tolerance for pain, and a very stubborn cervix). Around 12:30 our doctor came back and wanted to see how I was. He told me they wanted me to be hurting and I wasn't so they'd keep upping the dose and see what we would need to do.



Ben and I watched some movies, and I had a friend come and keep me company while Ben ran some errands. Still nothing but light cramping that felt kind of like a joyful monthly gift from Mother Nature. After Ben got back I was a little uncomfortable, but still felt like I was around a 4-5 on the pain scale and our nurse said she'd check my cervix around 5. Once 5 came around, she checked and I was maybe at 2 cm dilated and they were at the point that I was at 19 mL of Pitocin and my contractions were getting close together. I was pretty frustrated. I was waiting to see how long I could go without an epidural, and thought that I would need to wait until I was at 6 cm before I could get it and wondered if that would ever happen. They put on an internal uterine monitor  so they could properly measure my contractions, and upped my pitocin to the maximum dose. Dr. Watson came in and told us that he was concerned that while I was contracting, they may not have been strong enough to induce labor and that my cervix wasn't responding. Then the possibility of a c-section was brought up. Thank goodness he was planning on doing EVERYTHING possible to prevent that from happening if he could help it. He then told me that I could get an epidural whenever I wanted and that I didn't need to suffer through the pain if it was going to take a long time and if I was waiting for a certain landmark I didn't need to, that it was fully up to me. If I could have hugged him, I would have.

I waited a little while, but finally started to get contractions that were strong enough that I felt like I was at a 7-8 on the pain scale and they were coming close enough together (2ish minutes apart or less) that I was happy to say I had tried and decided I was good with leaving the pain behind. That's where the story gets fun...I signed the paperwork and was getting ready for the epidural when I found out that both anesthesiologists were in emergency surgeries and would be unavailable for about 1-2 hours. Okay. I thought I could possibly get through that. I was started to feel the contractions very strongly though and was passing the point I had wanted on the pain scale. 8. The contractions were getting relentless now, and were so strong and so close together that I could hardly manage the pain and hearing that I'd have to wait made it very daunting. I tried to smile through and keep up the friendly chatter and we put on The Hobbit to keep me distracted. It totally failed. Sorry, Orlando Bloom, you weren't enough to occupy my thoughts.  After about 2-3 hours, one of the doctors was free and he came to give me the epidural. I was thrilled. I was hardly hanging on to sanity as the pain crept up to a 9 almost ten and was wearing down fast. Especially since I was in back labor. I forgot to mention that tidbit. I was also hooked to the IV and was being asked to lay down because my blood pressure was really high (gotta love Preeclampsia) and it was only manageable when I was laying down. Laying down and being unable to move with back labor sucks. Like, a lot.

Once the doc found out I was preeclamptic he got really concerned and asked if they had run the necessary blood tests. I got to learn then and there that preeclampsia can affect my clotting factors and platelets and that I could get an epidural hematoma and have permanent nerve damage if I didn't do the tests. So then they went to get a lab tech and I laid back down resigned to the pain. It took about 45 minutes for the tech to come and I had finally decided to get IV meds to help shave some pain off while we waited and that was completely against my birth plan but I was hurting so bad I couldn't even breathe and the contractions were getting too close together to even get a break between.

It was around this time that I also got a priesthood blessing from Ben. I was so overwhelmed with the pain that I couldn't really function and would just resign myself to the pain every time I had a contraction. I felt paralyzed and truly feel so grateful to have the husband I had who supported me so well through it all. After he gave me the blessing, I had new perspective and strength and I think that was the only reason I could wait as long as I did for the epidural.

The tech finally came and sent down the blood. Then another came about 20 minutes later, and did the lancet clotting test. I got another dose of Fentanyl and thanked the Lord that I was drugged enough to stand outside of my body to handle the pain. I hate the drugged up/high feeling and was trying to avoid it but it was a help at that moment. Then they finally sent in another doctor to do the epidural. He was about to do it when we found out they had forgotten about one more test I needed. I was in too much pain to even manage a response and the nurses were practically crying for me. Finally they got another guy to come and do the test and the anesthesiologist (who was fantastic) prepped me and waited with his cell by him to get the results. Fifteen minutes later, I got the results that I was okay and we proceeded with the epidural. Let me just say: When you are having contractions a minute apart, it really sucks trying to sit still and upright without moving. He was a champion and so fast and as the epidural took effect, I began to relax and probably would have married the guy if he and I weren't already happily married to other people. After 4 almost 5 hours of intense labor, I finally got my epidural and went from a pain level of 10 to nothing and boy, I felt so much better. Friends visited for a few minutes and the nurse checked to see my progress. I was at 4 cm by 10:30 that night and was exhausted, but so much happier. I was exhausted and my mom and Ben were too. At one point they were both almost in tears watching me silently cry and close my eyes with each contraction. We all fell asleep and at 12:30 am, my nurse woke me up to check my progress and told me I had gone from a 4 to a 10 in two hours!!!!!

Yes!! I felt so blessed that I had been able to get an epidural because I know my body had been working against itself trying to deal with the pain and as soon as I was able to rest I was able to make the progress my body needed for Finch to come. Our nurse told me I could do some practice pushes or wait to see if I would get the urge to push and I tried to doze a little while I waited. I never got the urge to push and my mother was the same way, so we decided to start around 1:30-2:30 in the morning. It wasn't too bad. With the epidural, I was so much more rested and ended up just chatting away between pushes and enjoying the visit I was having with our nurse.

After a while we realized that Finch wasn't moving further down the birth canal anymore, and called our doctor to come in. Finch btw, this entire time was a champion. His heart rate was perfect all day and even though I was in distress at parts, he was so blessed to be strong and healthy and miraculously unfazed by what was happening.

Our doctor came in and we began the process of serious pushing. I had given permission to use the vacuum assistance prior and we began to try to get my stubborn boy out of me. It took a lot of work, and he wasn't moving much, but with a lot of teamwork, we began to make progress and finally after about 2 and a half hours of pushing altogether Finch was born at 4:32 am.

He bit our doctor's finger when he was coming out and wasn't happy to be out of me, but after a small epiosotomy and lots of stretching (praise the Lord for epidurals, I only felt the pressure instead of the pain), he was out and I had a 2nd degree tear but was doing well.

I was overwhelmed with surprise that he was actually out and began to talk to him as they cleaned him off on my chest. He was so big to me, and it was so unreal to realize he was there in front of me, in the flesh. He was beautiful and hardly cried. They took him away for a minute because his breathing was a little off, but after a little suctioning and some stimulation he did better.

He weighed 6 pounds and 15 ounces and measured 22 inches long and even had a tiny little bit of hair for me to see and they wrapped him up and I got to snuggle him. I was so grateful he was as small as he was. Our doctor said if he had been very much bigger I wouldn't have been able to deliver vaginally and would have had to go in for a c-section. So many blessings that he was small enough and that I was induced early enough that things worked out. We found out later that many were praying for us that we wouldn't have to do a cesearean and their prayers (and ours) were truly answered.

At every turn we were so blessed and our doctor was so so helpful and good, and our nurses were angels for us. I truly know that we were given special people to assist us, and I look back and marvel at the many miracles we had every step of the way.

After 20 hours of labor, I was exhausted, but we were so in love already with Finch. I still can't get over the immense love that just washed over me. I had the hardest time not holding him every second and when I am away from him I miss him like crazy.

He had a couple of bumps with the vacuum hematoma he got, and has a little jaundice that we have had to keep an eye on (he gets a lot of sunbaths these days) and is still adjusting with me to the breastfeeding, but everytime we have a little obstacle, the Lord blesses us to overcome it. I feel that perhaps he is still adjusting to having the little body he has, and that with lots of love and encouragement he will continue to blossom. He is truly a joy to be around, and I miss him even when I am next to him if I'm not holding him, and he instantly calms as soon as I am holding him or laying next to him. We truly have such a sweet bond and he brings such happiness to me and to Ben. And seeing Ben with him brings me lots of warm fuzzies. He is an incredible dad and has just blossomed with fatherhood :)

I love this little boy more than words, and he is so so good. So sweet, so quiet, and incredibly strong and resilient. He is incredible and I thank the Lord every time I look at him knowing that I get to the be the lucky mama that takes care of him.

We are tired and we will be for a long time, but I know I would go through it over and over again if I could just to have him here. We truly had angels on every side of all of the situations we encountered and I am healing well and feeling so good. We have our little bumps with getting a routine and getting used to each other, but I am so in love with my son, and Ben and I can't get over how wonderful it is to have him here with us. He is our sweet little miracle baby after so many struggles and prayers to make him a possibility and then a reality and I am so grateful to know he is our son and will be with us for eternity :)

Thank you all for your prayers, thoughts, and best wishes to us. We were never alone and feel so loved and just want you all to know it means so much to us to see your messages of love and encouragement. We love being parents and we love our son more than words can even begin to describe. As I sit next to his crib after five hours of Enya playing because that is what keeps Finch asleep in his crib at night because I listened to her when I was pregnant, I can't help but feel so blessed (and a little tired) but so blessed.

There will be plenty of updates and I refuse to apologize for the surge of photos that are on your news feeds online or the hashtags on my instagram account. Deal with it, I have a cute baby and am totally in love with him and it will only get worse ;)

Daddy and Finch :) Finch loves it when Daddy does kangaroo care and dances with him when he has air bubbles :)

Sunbathing session on Sunday Morning :) He is so beautiful! I just love him so much!!

Like father, like son. No DNA test needed ;)

Our first picture together :) 

He loves touching his face. Every ultrasound had this in it, and he does it all the time :) I sleep like this too :)

Kangaroo care with Mama :) 


Love,

Liz, Ben, Finch, and Zola

Monday, April 14, 2014

The Countdown is Ending...38 Weeks!

Hello All!

I am getting to Week 38 a little early because Week 38 will be my last week in the countdown and Finch will be coming a little earlier than planned.

I have been dealing with swelling in my feet and have been having issues with my blood pressure increasing gradually for about a month to a month and a half and it has been something our doctor has been keeping an eye on because they are precursors to a condition called Preeclampsia. Preeclampsia is a condition that develops usually within the last few weeks to month of pregnancy and can develop earlier even as early as the second trimester in mothers. It is caused when the placenta begins to become toxic to the mother's body causing such symptoms as high blood pressure, headaches, excessive and sudden swelling, vision problems, and proteinuria (proteins in the urine, which indicate liver and kidney damage). It is not good and can lead to further complications of seizures and coma if not treated immediately once it starts to develop. The only way to cure it is to deliver the baby and ultimately the placenta which is causing the problems to start with. For more info see: www.preeclampsia.org.

I have had a couple of red flags for a while, but the past couple of weeks it's become far more concerning leading up to a hospital visit on Saturday because I was starting to swell in my face and hands and legs, and was having headaches. When we got to the hospital my blood pressure which is normally 106/60-110/70 was in the 140/90-150/100 range. Not good at all, especially when my baseline is so much lower. When I was sitting up and standing up it was high and when I was laying down it went back down immediately to a much healthier and safer level. They did a urine sample and I wasn't spilling proteins in my urine so they felt like I was safe to go home, however on bedrest to keep my blood pressure down.

Today, was my normal weekly checkup, and after 5 checks and re-checks on my blood pressure it remained consistently high, and my urine sample today showed that I am starting to spill proteins. Not good. Luckily, we have a doctor who is a champion, who has listened to my concerns, and who isn't willing to try our luck on it going down at this point.

He talked it over with us and said that since we are 38 weeks, and Finch is looking really really good, he feels that Finch will be fine to deliver earlier, but that he is worried for me and that he wanted to induce me this week to make sure we took care of this before it became a problem. We are inducing Finch later this week on Thursday, and we appreciate any prayers or well wishes that you can send our way.

We feel so blessed, and I feel completely at peace with everything that has been happening. Around 22 weeks I began to really look for signs of Preeclampsia and worried that I may develop it, and now that I have, I feel like the Lord has been preparing me and guiding me so I would know when to speak up to the doctor and when things were just fine. I look back now and can see that I have been prompted for a while and now that this is happening I am not afraid. We have a wonderful doctor who has been taking such wonderful care of us, and we have been able to carry Finch to term and he is strong and healthy and this is all happening on a week when Ben can be home with me to make sure I don't have to be on my feet so I can rest as much as possible. The Lord has been so merciful and I am in awe of the blessings that have and are ours now as we prepare to welcome our little son into the world.

My advice to all of my friends who are pregnant or who will become pregnant is to not ignore any signs that don't seem right to them. If I hadn't watched for and felt concerned, I may have never realized something wasn't right until it was too late, and I have been able to work with my doctor for a little bit so that now I am prepared and ready instead of feeling completely confused and scared. And it doesn't even have to be about preeclampsia. There are so many times when you are pregnant that you will worry and it is nothing, but if you keep feeling a nudging feeling or prompting that this symptom is more or that you should keep an eye on it please please do. I would rather be known as the mother who worries a little more but was right about something not being right, than someone who was too afraid to be annoying or to ask questions or voice concerns and have something happen that I regretted. It took me a while to feel comfortable voicing my concerns but I am and have always been glad that I did voice them when I did because most times I have found something wasn't quite right and that my intuition and the promptings of the Holy Ghost were indeed real and sound.

Again, if you can keep us in your prayers and thoughts we sure appreciate them. We can't wait to welcome our little boy and I am so thrilled to finally be the mama I have dreamed about being since I was a little girl :)

We will keep you posted, and there will be a HUGE blog for when he comes, no worries :)


The final belly shot :) 

Love,

Liz, Ben, Finch, and Zola :)

Friday, April 11, 2014

The 37th Week!

Good morning folks! (or whichever time you are reading this ;) )

I am enjoying my 37th week so far. Ben and I were able to move in to our new apartment on Saturday (no worries, I didn't lift anything, I had people watching just to make sure too because Ben knows I can't help myself) and are loving our new place. It is beautiful, and spacious and feels like home to us already. It's hard to believe that this is going the be the place we bring Finch home to when he is born. In each of the apartments I have lived in since Ben and I got married, I have imagined bringing home my babies and what it would be like to have them there. It's strange to think that this is actually the place where this will happen but I am so thrilled. Ben and I are so excited to think that our little bird will be coming to us soon :)

My doctor appointment went on Monday. Last week I was still dealing with my UTI and found out that nothing special was going on with my cervix. This week, my UTI is gone and I am just finishing my antibiotics to make sure it doesn't come back. After my exam last week I started to have spotting and definitely started to keep an eye on things in case more contractions came.
 On Sunday I started to have some really strong and really painful contractions that were very close together and not letting up. It was scary and I wasn't feeling good about it because they came on so suddenly and I worried that Finch could be hurt because there wasn't enough time inbetween for him to rest (when contractions get too close together and too powerful it can put a baby in distress because it lowers their oxygen levels). I asked Ben for a blessing immediately because it didn't feel right and within a few minutes of getting the priesthood blessing, the contractions subsided and I began to feel Finch kicking again. I was exhausted but grateful that Finch seemed to be better. We told our doctor about Sunday at our appointment and I mentioned that I have a high pain threshold and that I don't usually feel pain until it is pretty severe or far along. He did a cervical check saying, "Let's just make sure you're not walking around dilated to 7 cm." and it revealed that in a week I went from nothing special to being dilated to 1 cm, and effaced between 80-90%, and that my mucus plug was completely gone! Wahoo!!! We set an appointment for next week, but I kind of had the feeling he wasn't really expecting to see me for another OB visit if I keep up the pace I did last week. We'll see what happens, I would love for Finch to come soon, but I can't guarantee that he will until it is his time and whenever that is is unknown to me (obviously lol). I try not to get too invested because I don't want to be disappointed if he takes longer. (Although, I am pretty thrilled my body is working so well for Finch to come.)


37 weeks :)

Ben is in the midst of his finals right now and has one left. I know that he is so excited to be done for a week and a half. It will be wonderful to have him around for a week and a half without having to see him leave early in the morning and not come back until the evening. I know that that is life and I deal with it very well, but I love having him around me and especially now that I am so close to delivery it is very comforting to have him close by if anything exciting happens.

*Update: Most of this blog entry was written earlier this week. Still having contractions and still no baby, but they are getting stronger and a few days ago they were becoming more regular. We are hoping that if he doesn't come this weekend that Monday's appointment will let us know if I am making progress. I think I am and I feel like he is almost here, but I am DYING waiting for him to come to me. Yesterday I watched "What to Expect When You're Expecting" and I started sobbing at the scene when they were all having their babies and getting them handed to them. I was so jealous and so excited, and hormones just took over for me for a few minutes.

Ben finished his finals and did really well with them and we are just enjoying the time we have before Finch arrives. It's so weird to think that he will be here so soon and now I am just trying to learn patience. (My least favorite virtue of all lol)

We will keep you informed for what Week 38 will present and hopefully this countdown will finish soon!

Love,

Liz, Ben, Finch, and Zola

Oh! For those of you who are friends with my husband, he started a blog for his communications class final and it is called, "What to Expect When She's Expecting" It is really fun to read and cute and he addresses some of the common issues that baffle men as they are dealing with pregnancy with their significant others. It is worth a read so check it out! :D

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