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Pregancy Questions & Answers

Why am I itchy all the time?  Why do I feel like I’m trying to poop a brick?  Will my toes look like sausages forever?  What’s this thing hanging out of my butt?

Maybe you’re pregnant.  Maybe you’re not.  Either way, I’m going to make Pregnancy Q&A a regular here on Sweet Life.  A recent visit with my friend Jocelyn (hi Jos!), helped me to remember the reason I started this website to begin with.  Leave your questions in the comment section.

Q:  Why am I itchy all the time and what can I do about it?

A:  Dry, itchy skin is very common during pregnancy.  The increased estrogen slows oil production, and your skin is being stretched at a rapid rate, as well.  The best remedies for dry skin are to stay hydrated, use a moisturizing body wash rather than soap, and apply lotion or oil to damp skin immediately after you shower.  I used Burt’s Bees Baby Bee Apricot Oil and it left my skin feeling amazing.  Don’t worry – you won’t go around leaving oil spots on the furniture.  Your dry skin will soak the oil right up.  It’s great for preventing stretch marks, too!

Now, if we’re talking feminine itch, you’ve probably got either a yeast or a fungal infection.  Those dang hormones go changing everything, making your girly bits more susceptible to these types of problems.  Check with your medical professional about the best course of action.  Don’t ignore it and think it will go away on its own: it won’t.

Q:  Why do I feel like I’m trying to poop a brick and please, God, make it stop.

A:  Ahh, constipation.  First of all, the increased progesterone in your system is probably the culprit.  It signals the body to slow down the digestive process so that your body can squeeze every last nutrient out of your food.  So yeah, you are trying to poop a brick. 

Your best course of action any time you’re constipated, but especially during pregnancy, is to remember the two F’s: fluids and fiber.  I know you’re tired of peeing every twenty minutes, but be sure to drink at least 64 ounces of fluids (especially water) every day.  A moist brick is easier to pass than a dry one, no?  And fiber is like adding water to the slip-n-slide that is your digestive system.  Go ahead and try to slide down without fiber, but chances are you’re going to get stuck.

Q:  Will my toes look like sausages forever?

A:  Fortunately, no.  However, many women have found that their feet go up a half size or so during pregnancy and never go back.  To increase circulation to your feet, you can do little foot circles in 10 rep sets throughout the day.  In addition, put your feet up (no higher than heart level) for 15 minutes through out the day, whenever you’re able.  If you’re pregnant in the summer, putting your feet in cool water for any amount of time can help cool you and reduce swelling at the same time.


Q:  What’s this thing hanging out of my butt?

A:  That would be a hemorrhoid, which is a type of varicose vein.  Another common ailment of pregnancy, they sometimes don’t show until you’re pushing your baby into the world.  They can be fairly uncomfortable, so try to increase the circulation to the area by doing kegel exercises (you should be doing these anyway, for many reasons).  Try not to push too hard while pooping that brick, and take care of constipation as quickly as possible to avoid getting hemorrhoids or making them worse.  There are many over-the-counter items you can purchase to ease hemorrhoid pain.  If you’re looking for a cheap, easy remedy, try freezing cotton balls soaked in witch hazel and putting them where it hurts. 


Andrea Edwards is an ICEA certified Childbirth Educator.  No advice given here should supersede that of your medical professional.

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Food Life in general Motherhood and Pregnancy

Wine and… Baby Cereal?

I love a good glass of wine.  And when I say good, I don’t mean that in an I know what I’m talking about sort of way.  No, unfortunately all those educational wine tours of the Napa Valley were wasted on my undiscriminating palate.  I don’t know a wine with good aroma from a stinky glass of squished grapes.  But when I find something I like, and can enjoy it in my thin-lipped, over-sized, free glass from Twomey?


                             

That is what I call a good glass of wine.  Specifically, this is Beringer’s White Merlot and although you wine connoisseurs may scoff at my choice, it goes down smooth and tastes great chilled.  I got enough of that room temperature beverage thing living in Europe in my younger days, thank-you-very-much, so I’m not a fan of the red wine.  Well, that and the fact that it gets me drunk faster than doing tequila shots off of Jeremy’s belly.

So tonight, the baby is in bed, Alison is out swimming with her dad, and I am free to enjoy the bottle of White Merlot I finally found in stock.  I just had to find my favorite wine glass first.  Is it telling that boxes of baby food have taken over the cupboard where the wine glasses are kept, and I only just now noticed?

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Renewal, Part Two

June 1, 2008

One year ago today, I found myself in the emergency room of a city Hospital.  Nothing had yet been done to stop the bleeding from my uterus.  Fortunately, it was minimal as long as I stayed in a horizontal position.  Jeremy sat me up every few hours so that he could pump my breast milk for Blythe.  I was too weak to do it for myself, so he stayed by my side around the clock and learned more than he ever wanted to know about the intricacies of Breasts At Work.  Our friends and family took turns making the hour drive to pick up the milk.  I know it went through more than a few people’s minds to suggest that I cave in and let them feed Blythe formula.  But I was determined, and they love me so they kept their opinions to themselves.

Eventually it was decided that it would be unsafe to try a D&C in the emergency room, as they would have done with most women who had retained particles of the placenta after birth.  There was not a doctor on staff who had ever performed the procedure on a woman with a funny bicornuate uterus, which made the situation rather precarious.  The obstetrician in charge of my case begged the staff to let us slip into the operating room between surgeries, so that I wouldn’t be waiting all day.  Since it was typically a 20 minute procedure, tops, they let us go right in. 

They prepped me and promised that they were administering medication that would be out of my system in a few short hours, so that I could continue to pump.  Little did we know that I would end up pumped so full of stuff that my milk would be tainted for days.  Four OB’s were going to be collaborating on the procedure, and one of them was going to be operating an ultrasound machine so that they could clearly see what they were doing.  I told Jeremy I’d see him in half an hour, and that I loved him.  As I was being wheeled away, I tried to be strong and not show him how terrified I was.  But once he was out of my line of vision, I began to sob uncontrollably.  Within minutes, though, I was completely unaware of anything but deep, dreamless sleep.

As Jeremy waited anxiously in the waiting room, watching the clock and expecting someone to come and tell him everything was alright, nothing at all was going right behind the OR doors.  The OB’s were able to dislodge the piece of placenta from my uterine wall, but it had grown into the septum that separates the two lobes of my funny bicornuate uterus.  As they dug it out, I began to bleed in earnest.  I lost an entire liter of blood before they were able to stop the hemorrhage.  Three hours later, Jeremy was a complete wreck when someone finally came out to tell him what had happened.  They were able to save my life, they told him, and time would tell if they saved my uterus, but if I were to become pregnant again it would most likely kill me. 

I spent two days in the intensive care unit, and another day in the mother-baby unit of the city Hospital.  Jeremy had a little fold out chair next to my bed where he slept and spent his birthday.  Any visitors were roped into pumping for me, and thus was the beginning of my breasts becoming completely de-sexualized.  I think the only person we let slide was my dad, because that would just be weird.  The day before I was released, Jeremy and my sister, Sheila, surprised me with a visit from Alison and Blythe. 

After they left, I was overcome with so many emotions.  I was grateful to the blood donors whose selfless gift gave me what I needed to live; indebted to the doctors and nurses who saved my life and took care of me; blown away by the sacrifices our family and friends made to take care of our kids.  Most of all, I felt loved beyond measure by my husband, who faced countless worries as he waited, helpless, to know that I was going to be alright. 

I know that life is sweet.  Even as I battled months of painfully slow recovery made worse by post partum depression, I had a million things to be thankful for.  This past year has been… the worst and the best I’ve ever known.  But looking back I can say that I’ve come through a stronger, softer, gentler person who doesn’t take even a single moment for granted. 

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Renewal, Part One

May 31, 2008

One year ago today, my life changed. 

Blythe was two weeks old, and we had left the house alone together for the first time, to go to the pediatrician’s office for a check up.  I remember feeling like I was finally starting to recover from her birth and the hemorrhage that had immediately followed.  I was tired, sure, but wasn’t that normal?  We had a good time, and it was the first day since her birth that I didn’t take a nap.  I was so proud of myself for that.

I had just fallen asleep that night when a funny sensation roused me.  I went to the bathroom and passed a softball-sized clot (sorry if you’re squeamish).  I know this sounds like the absolute wrong thing to do, but I didn’t see anymore blood so I went back to bed.  I mean, I had given birth not all that long ago.  A few minutes later, I heard Blythe cry so I got her out of her crib.  As I was picking her up, I felt a gush that felt just like my water breaking.  Only, obviously I wasn’t about to go into labor.  I woke Jeremy, gave Blythe over to him, and went back into the bathroom.  This time, there was no denying it: I was losing blood, and fast.  I called the midwife while Jeremy called my parents to stay with the kids.  Ever the multitasker, I nursed Blythe as I sat there on the toilet, bleeding and waiting for my parents to come so Jeremy could take me to the emergency room. 

My dad helped me walk to the front of the house while Jeremy pulled the car around.  We didn’t get far before I started feeling woozy.  Jeremy caught me as I collapsed onto the kitchen floor.  I’m not sure if you want to, but try putting yourself inside his mind at that moment: he had watched his wife lose what looked like gallons of blood, had been present as she hemorrhaged after two births and knew how urgent the situation had been both times, with medical professionals in the room.  To top it all off, his wife had just looked him in the eyes, said she didn’t think she was going to make it, and lost consciousness.  What I meant was I didn’t think I could make it to the car, but he had no way of knowing that.  Fortunately, he brought me around in mere seconds.  He may have even slapped me a few times, but the details are kind of fuzzy.  I had passed out just long enough to be annoyed that he interrupted what had promised to be the best sleep I’d had in months.  Don’t go toward the light, my butt, the light feels like the best Sunday afternoon nap you ever had.

Needless to say, my dad called 911 while Jeremy kept me awake.  The EMT who rode in the back of the ambulance with me had mad skills – he was able to put in an IV line on the first try as we went over the crazy bumps on our long, gravel driveway.  The emergency room was something straight out of a movie.  An old lady was moaning and screaming; a legless lady was lying on a gurney in the hallway, her prosthetics a few feet away; a guy was gushing blood out of a huge gash in his leg.  They parked me in the hallway, as well, and we waited our turn.

Eventually, it was determined that my uterus had retained some of the placenta.  My labs came back, also, and I was strongly encouraged to accept two pints of blood while I waited for the ambulance to take me to a hospital in The City.  I did take the donor blood – and it’s a good thing.  If I hadn’t, I would have lost my life the following day…

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She’s a Big Girl, now

Disclaimer: I’ve never been the type to let my kids run around with just a diaper.  But tonight, after Blythe’s birthday party, I let her go for a bit before getting her dressed for bed.  Of course, she and Alison started being incredibly cute so now I have permanent evidence of letting her be all poor white trash nekkid with a diaper. 




This Dora scooter was a gift from my friend Kimberly and her fam.  For about half an hour, Alison scooted around with Blythe running behind her, laughing hysterically.  Her little legs are just not used to such a work out, so she started falling over every few minutes.  But just as our labrador will fetch until he vomits, so will Blythe follow behind her sister until her legs give out.  People?  I’m thinking she’ll be running walking in no time!

And also.  For some reason this photo gives me flashbacks to Christmas mornings with my sister.  Perchance, is there an identical photo of us in the family photo album?  Maybe with a Snoopy scooter rather than Dora?  I’ll do some investigating and get back to you on that.