Thursday was suppose to be a normal day…

Since twenty eight weeks, I have been having additional monitoring and ultrasounds twice weekly. This Thursday was no different. I went in for my ultrasound and everything looked perfect. Little Aubrey was measuring five pounds exactly and was right on track. I don’t know what made me think of it, but I asked the technician where her umbilical cord was. She gave a very vague answer of it being close to her head… and that was it. Next, I went into the room and started my twenty minutes of sitting on the fetal heart monitor.

When the monitoring was done, the doctor came in. She explained how the umbilical cord actually looks like it might be looped around her neck. My heart sank. She explained that they wanted to do another ultrasound to confirm. I practically ran her over to get back to the ultrasound machine.

During the ultrasound the doctor and the tech whispered to each other but there was one part of the conversation I heard plain as day.

Doctor: It’s just looped once, right?

Tech: No. It’s twice.

Twice?! There’s no way I heard that. Twice?! I lost it. I started sobbing. They assured me that as of right now, she was perfectly fine but I couldn’t even imagine it. All I saw was the cord tightening down in an instant and I will lose another baby. I could not go through that twice!

Somehow I pulled it together enough to call Brian. He was working close to my job so he picked me up and we went to the hospital. I went right past the check in desk. I feel like I was at the check in desk for what felt like an hour before I got up to labor and delivery when I went for Sawyer. I can’t help but wonder if that time could of made a difference. When I got to labor and delivery nd hit the buzzer, they told me to go back down stairs to sign in. I just started pleading, “Please just put me on a monitor. I’ll go back down after. Just please, please, please”. The opened the door and everyone just looked at me like I had two heads. I just started apologizing and pleading my case to anyone that would listen. Explaining how I just lost a baby the year prior for the same thing. And that I was so scared. One nurse finally walked over to me and lead me to a room. She had me put a gown on and get in the bed. She put the monitor on and after a few seconds )felt like forever!) I heard the most beautiful sound, and could finally breathe. There’s something about being in the hospital that makes you feel like everything is going to be alright.

They kept me overnight. My mom brought Aiden up there for a while. We all ate something from the deli at the hospital and they all went home so I could sleep. I slept pretty well considering she would move away from the monitor constantly so they were in my room adjusting the monitors every half an hour or so. But it did not bother me one bit. I was just so happy to be there and that people were watching over us.

The next morning, I saw the high risk doctor and was given an ultrasound in their office. He assured me that everything was just fine. She is completely healthy and not at all in distress. The tube was still around her neck like it was but it was very loose and floating in the amniotic fluid. There’s a chance she will wiggle out of it, but it’s not likely. The monitoring that we did through out the night showed no issues.  So, they sent us home. They said that 35% of babies are born with the tube around their neck, once, twice, even three times and they are fine. I was instructed to pay attention to movements and if I feel like anything is wrong, to come back to the hospital. Well, now I constantly feel like something’s wrong. I’m going to try and not become a psychotic mess in the next three weeks but I think that’s a lot easier said than done.

My sweet, concerned husband’s Instagram post..

The Nursery

I wanted her nursery to be simple, yet girly. It’s not quite done but it’s pretty close.

We left the walls grey and reused all of the nursery furniture Aiden used. I went with a Native American/ tribal theme because I really wanted to have a teepee in the corner but the husband decided the nursery was the best place in the house for his desk… we’ll see how much he uses it. I ordered light-blocking curtains from Target but they haven’t arrived yet. I’m not sure if they are going to work. They are white with bright multicolored dots. I might be taking them back to Target. If I keep them, I’ll add an updated picture. We are also planning on adding white bi-fold closet doors but until then, I don’t hate the open concept. Maybe it’ll help me keep the closet somewhat organized. I was wanting to just hang a pretty cloth shower curtain but the hubs wasn’t going for it.

Baby Number 3!

So, for whatever reason, I have slacked on my blog this pregnancy. Don’t worry. I’ll catch you up… We lost Sawyer in April 2016. I felt like since we were already in the mentality of having a baby, jumping right back into the saddle would be the best bet. We starting trying in June and conceived in October. It took us just four months of trying to get pregnant with Aiden, too. I am now 33 weeks and am just now getting to the “tired, uncomfortable, and just plain over it” phase. I think the plan is to induce me at 37 weeks…. meaning we have only one month left!

This was our pregnancy announcement. How cute is this?!

For the gender reveal, we wanted to do something unique and memorable for Aiden. A friend of mine was the only one to know what we were having and she ordered the smoke bombs for us.

It turned out perfect! She brought some sub sandwiches, chips, and cupcakes with pink frosting in the middle. We only invited a handful of people which is exactly how I wanted it. I found the smoke bombs online, gave Jennifer the ultrasound that was sealed in an envelope (no, I did not peek) and she ordered the appropriate color. The funny thing is, when the smoke bombs arrived, the inside color was visible so she stuffed it with the only tissue paper she had, which was blue. When she handed them to us to light she whispered, “Don’t let the tissue paper fool you”. The original smoke that came out was of course blue (due to the tissue paper) and I thought, “I knew it!” Then pink smoke bellowed out and I screamed! I did not think we would have a girl. I just always pictured myself with boys. I don’t even know how to do her hair. Brian says he has it covered. We’ll see…

This pregnancy has been just as easy as the last two. I have gained the same exact amount of wait (20 lbs so far) and feel great. I haven’t had cravings to speak of. I just want food… all of the time! I did go through a phase where I really wanted cold, crisp salads but I wouldn’t call it a craving.

Aiden is very excited about his baby sister. We were in Target (Surprise!) not too long ago and he pointed to an older woman on the same aisle as us. This is how the conversation went…

Aiden: “Mommy, tell her about our baby”.

Me: “Honey, we don’t know her. She won’t care.”

Aiden: “Just tell her.”

Me: “Excuse me. My son would like for you to know that we are having a baby.”

Aiden: “It’s a girl!”

Woman: “That’s great! Congratulations.”

Aiden: “See? I told you she’d care.”

I was worried about how he would feel if it was a girl but he is really happy about it. As a matter of fact, the other day I said, “Aiden, there’s about to be a lot of pink in this house.” To which he replied, “Yea mommy, she’s a girl. That’s okay.” And when he sees commercials for girls’ toys on TV he’ll say, “Girl toys are so lame. She can play with all of my toys. I have cool stuff!”

We haven’t had family pictures done since Aiden was six months old and I’ve never had maternity pictures taken. I wanted to change that. Thanks to Sarah Polson Photography, we have beautiful pictures to look back on…

I think they turned out great. We are so happy with them that we will be using the same photographer to do a newborn shoot when she gets here. We took Aiden to Sears and had pictures made when he was a week old. They turned out okay but since I want these to be a little more artsy and include her brother and Sawyer’s bear, I thought it was a better idea to do them at home with a real photographer.

I have been having erratic contractions since thirty weeks. I had them with the last two also so I don’t think it means anything. As of today, I have three and a half more weeks until we meet our baby girl. To say we’re excited is the understatement of the century!

Palm Coast

The hubs did some electrical work for one of the doctors I work with, so to repay him, he offered for us to stay in his beach side condo for the weekend. Of course we accepted. We headed out on Friday after work, picked up the keys, and made it to the condo around 7pm. It was beautiful. The condo was on the first floor, right in front of the beach access and pretty close to the pool. We unloaded the car, checked out the pool and then headed out to find dinner.

By this time, it was already 9pm which apparently is when the whole city of Palm Coast, Florida shuts down. Publix was our only option. We had a really nice dinner of fried chicken and refrigerated mashed potatoes.

We cuddled up on the couch and fell asleep pretty quickly. We were sleeping great until about 4am when the fire alarm went off! Poor Aiden woke up with his eyes wide open, put his shoes on and headed to the door with his blanket without any instructions. He started crying once we were out in the parking lot. It was cold and windy and that is a terrible way to wake up!

After about an hour the alarm was shut off and we found out what happened. An elderly man was having a heart attack. His wife didn’t know what to do so she pulled the fire alarm. Unfortunately, once the alarm was set off, the pressure built up in the water pump that supplies the sprinklers and blew a valve so the alarm kept going on and off for a few hours after that. Needless to say, Aiden and I didn’t get much sleep. It didn’t seem to bother Brian though. At least we didn’t miss the sun rise!

Notice how bundled up Aiden is to see the sunrise. It has been 80-90 degrees for weeks but the one weekend we chose to go to a beach condo it is 60 degrees and ridiculously windy! We tried to go to the beach for a little bit but it was miserable. We decided to try the heated pool when I realized that I packed everyone’s things except my bathing suit! The closest store was thirty minutes away. We let Brian sleep and headed to Target. I hated spending money on a new bathing suit while I’m pregnant in my third trimester. I feel like it’s only going to fit for a couple of months. I found a top on sale for nine dollars so that was good. We got back to the condo, changed into bathing suits, and headed for the pool. By this time, it had warmed up to about 70 degrees but the wind was still kicking!

Notice how the palm fronds are blowing. The winds were strong!

Thank God the pool was heated. There was even a hot tub but it wasn’t turned up very high. It felt like a warm bath, which was great!

My mom doesn’t like it but I am not one of these woman who wear a one piece and a cover up when they’re pregnant. I think the belly deserves to be tan too!

After the pool we headed back to the room. Aiden and Brian played soccer in the grass outside of the room and I watched from the porch. Aiden craves one on one time with his daddy. He hasn’t gotten too much of it lately because of Brian being in school so he absolutely ate every minute up!

Next, we went back to the beach. This type of beach is perfect for kids… once you get past the rocks.

My little daredevil loved climbing and jumping on the rocks. As Brian put it, it’s a “a kid’s dream and a parent’s nightmare”.

Eventually, Aiden asked to go back to the room. We took showers and cuddled up on the couch for a nap. We didn’t wake up until 5:30pm. Before we left our house on Friday, it was determined that Brian needed to fix his truck before the work week started. We decided to pack up and head home Saturday night instead of waiting until the morning. I wished we had stayed to be able to see the sunrise and play on the beach one last time but then again, Brian’s truck is now fixed and ready for the week. Aiden and I played in the pool and rode bikes while he did it so we still had fun today. We just went to dinner and are now laying in bed, replaying the weekend. It certainly wouldn’t be an “Elmore vacation” if everything went perfectly (hence the name of my blog) but we always make the most of it!