My little IVF miracle is 6 and a half months!
She has grown and changed so much. She is sitting so good on her own and trying to move and crawl around. We joined the little gym about 2 months ago and she has been learning flips and socializing. At her appointment last week she was in the 85th percentile for height and 45th for weight. She came in at 27 inches and 17 pounds! She is tall and skinny…. no clue where she gets that from.
Every appointment helps to put my mind at ease about my ability to breastfeed which I still doubt at least once a week. We had planned on stopping at 6 months but she got sick a couple of weeks ago and that seemed to be the only think that soothed her so it didn’t seem like the right time and I just don’t know if I’m ready. I really never thought I would like breastfeeding or that it would mean so much to me. It’s one of those things where no matter how much people tell you about it or you read about it you just don’t understand it until you have done it. It makes me feel like a super hero. In that simple action I can make all my daughter’s problems vanish and I have this incredible bond that I never thought I could feel with anything.
We do plan on stopping very soon though as we get ready to start the hormones to do another embryo transfer to get pregnant again. I’m both nervous and excited. Mostly nervous lol.. two very young babies is going to be a lot of work. But I’m not getting any younger and in one month I will be 36. We would like 3 kids and we would like to be done by time I’m 40. So it’s time to get a move on!! I go into this next one feeling completely different. The anxiety and stress that I had with my last IVF is now replaced with an exhaustion that comes with juggling a very active baby, house full of animals and a career. I will not say that it doesn’t matter anymore but now that I have the baby I cried the last 11 years for its not as do or die. Now I don’t think I would be as broken hearted if it didn’t work.
I have cut my hours back at work since coming back. I now only work 3 days days a week. Because those are the only days I have a sitter and because I want as much time as I can get with this baby I waited so long for. It’s wonderful because I get to almost be a full time mom and still live comfortably. My days at work are a nice break from baby talk and cleaning the house. Plus being creative and doing hair is a stress relief. I couldn’t have chosen a better profession.
So 6 months old baby things… sitting great! Eating everything except oatmeal and rice cereal. She baby talks a lot and yells and squeals at the dogs. She just figured out her walker. She wants to hit everything and everything belongs in her mouth. She loves going places and smiles at everyone that looks at her. Being her mom has been such a blessing.
It is hard to believe my little girl is 4 months old already. My Facebook memories feed has been showing me updates of everything we went though with ivf a year ago. It’s so strange to look back on it and remember all those years of pain. I now realize Millie was that missing piece of my life, she was that pain and need that I never knew the name of. I knew I wanted to be a mommy I cried about it weekly for 11 years but I never knew how bad I needed it till she was here.
She is growing and changing so much.
At Millies 4 month check up she was 25 inches long and weights 14.3 pounds! She moved up to the 71% for height and 48% for weight! That’s a big jump from the 6 pounds 2 ounces she was at birth.
We went to the renaissance festival for Halloween. She thought it was so fun and loved watching everyone she really liked the fireworks at the end. She was dressed as a peacock for Halloween. Which didn’t last long cause she got too hot. So she became a unicorn then she pooped on it and became a skeleton.
My parents can down to see her. It was fun having them here and she loved all the attention.
We joined the little gym. The youngest they can be is 4 months. She loves seeing other kids and we needed something to do to get us out of the house.
Thanksgiving was expecially special since last year we found out the day before Thanksgiving and we made the announcement on Thanksgiving to my in laws that we were pregnant. I remember being so stressed and worried something would go wrong. So to put her babies first Christmas ornament on the tree this year was a so exciting.
2017 is my favorite years yet!
This is a little over due… specially since my last post left delivery in limbo in the blog world. But time has been a precious commodity I do not have enough of the last couple of days!
To start where I left off.
The med they gave me did not help me sleep that much.. specially as contractions started. They were not actually painful but just like a period cramp that wouldn’t really left me sleep “good”. Not that you could on that bed anyways…
So in the morning around 5 they took out the thing thinning my cervix which really hurt and made me bleed and they started pitocin to start labor and dilate me. I didn’t dilate much.. so noon is they broke my water to speed things up… it worked! Things started getting pretty painful after that. The contractions started to get stronger and come faster. A couple hours later I finally asked for an epidural and I fell asleep for a while. They put a censor in the uterus to watch contractions better and they put some fluids back in to help baby bounce around as they called it. Shortly after 4 pm the doctor came in and said your contractions look like they are strong and regular let’s check and see how dialed you are… we were 10 cm. She asked if I would you like to do a couple test pushed and she would call the delivery team. So we started pushing. At 4:28 pm on July 14 exactly 2 weeks early, after 15 minutes of pushing and just as the team walked in the room my little Millie popped out into the world. 6 pounds 2 ounce 19 1/4 inches.
She was just big enough to stay with us and not go to the nicu. After a couple hours we went to postpartum and my husbands family got to meet her. We worked on breastfeeding most of the time and had nurses in and out of the room a million times a day and we tried to rest.
We came home yesterday. 3 days after delivery and 4 days after the unexpected trip to the hospital! It’s crazy and stressful and I need sleep but I’m so happy to have this little angel! She’s so incredibly good and just happy to sleep and cuddle you. Oh and feed all the time.. we are still working on breastfeeding. It’s really hard. I worry she’s not getting enough food and she wants to eat all crazy times.. 10 mins here, 30 there then for an hour in the middle of the night. I’ve cried a lot.. last night I cried cause I was so happy she peed. Lol its the little things.
I’m super excited my mom is flying in on Saturday I can’t wait for her to meet her first grandchild. So we are just taking everything min by min and telling ourselves we got this!
I had an appointment with my ob yesterday. She was very positive and said everything looks good. We just need to keep watching my blood pressure incase it gets too high. Which it has been getting up there… she said next week she will start checking my cervix to see if I’m dilated.
Today we had an appointment with our high risk doctor for an ultrasound. She was very concerned with Millie’s size. She went from the 28th percentile 2 and a half weeks ago to the 15th today. So her growth is slowing down. She wants to see me back in one week and they will decide if they are going to induce me. They think she will grow better on the outside.
Right now she is measuring just under 6 pounds. So she will be little but she should do well. Of course I’m still struggling with it. I feel like I’m failing her. I broke down and had a pitty party after the doctor. The doctor really can’t come up with a reason why she isn’t growing she still thinks it’s connected to my blood pressure so she checked it cause I guess she thinks I’m lying to her when she asks how it is. It was fine when she checked so everyone is just at a loss….
On one hand I just keep trying to tell myself at least we made it this far and the other part of me is just so scared and worried and sad that something may be wrong or will go wrong and she won’t be okay or will have to struggle.
Next week could be interesting or it could be more waiting.. we shall see.