Anyone else think of that Staind song when they read the title? I suppose I can relate, though I’d need to add the lyric, “It’s been a while/Since I’ve slept a full night.”
Anyway. To update on the IUGR diagnosis: the baby is doing well enough. She’s not growing in her abdominal area as expected, but it’s been a consistent enough growth pattern that I’ve been able to return to my regular OBGYN for once or twice monthly growth scans and NSTs/doppler readings in addition to regular visits. That was a relief, though I’m not sure what may happen at birth right now. She’s very tiny, and the likelihood of her having a stay in the NICU is still pretty high. It all depends on her ability to maintain body temperature and her lung maturity, I suppose. This is strange for me, considering I’m pretty anxious and controlling in general, but I realize there is nothing more I can do to facilitate a better outcome, so I’m allowing the Universe to guide me on whatever path I’m destined to take.
My body feels as if it is failing to endure this pregnancy as well as the others (though, looking through my archives I’ve been pretty whiny). My uterus is a tired old gal, so it’s certainly no surprise I’m having stronger and more frequent contractions, as well as a more difficult time enduring things like backache and joint pain. Hence the not sleeping reference above.
Optimism isn’t my strong suit. I’ll be the first to admit how worried I am about everything. In some irrational part of my brain I am also concerned all this is some retaliatory measure from those powers-that-be (whatever they are) for freaking out so thoroughly when I discovered I was pregnant this go-round. We’re talking sobbing in the bathtub for an hour or two, here. Utter despair. Needless to say I was just not prepared to add another munchkin to our brood. But at some point we breeders just need to relax and accept that we love our kids, and adding one more might be a touch more expensive but we aren’t going into this thing unprepared. We’ve experienced most of what infancy, toddlerhood, and now childhood has to offer (in my case, up until age five).
Speaking of my five year old little girl… I was shocked to discover recently the eruption of adult teeth–under and behind her baby teeth, which are not really that loose, unfortunately, so it’s off to the dentist we go on the ‘morrow. They may elect to pull them. We shall see. For now she looks like a shark, and I think it’s a terribly cute way to refer to her orthodontic state.
Aiden and I have come to an understanding of late. With an increase in communicative ability, so comes his ability to process emotions more effectively. It’s taken us a while, but I think we’re on pretty good ground. He is still the softest little poot. Seriously. He is a major cuddler and I LOVE it.
Jude, oh Jude. That boy is something. Curly blond hair for DAYS (and you recall that I am not accustomed to hair on babies, as both Olivia and Aiden were rather bald for the longest time) and a smile that reaches deep into the soul of those who witness. Shew, that boy can throw a tantrum, though. Luckily it’s quelled pretty easily. And, of course, he’s adorable, so I find it simple to forgive.
And thus endeth the update for recent months. Sort of boring, but I prefer it that way.