The day before being induced into labour.
Tomorrow at about 8:30am I will be induced. I have Velamentous Cord Insertion, which means the umbilical cord is coming out of the edge of the placenta, rather than being securely seated in the middle. One of the concerns with this condition is that the cord is weak and not allowing proper flow, therefore baby may not be growing as much as s/he should. Apparently another worry is that the longer you carry baby, the higher the likelihood of stillbirth. Which would be a nightmare. Not that the chances are high, but a chance is a chance. So my doctor and obstetrician decided to induce me at 39 weeks. Which is tomorrow, on the dot! … Or as close to on the dot as can be figured.
I only found out the date for sure 5 days ago. I knew it would be in that ball park but we were waiting on the results from my most recent ultrasound before making a final plan.
So what have I done to prepare for the big day (and after)? NOT ENOUGH!!!
I wrote a list last night of all the things I wanted to get done today. And it’s a bit of a doozy, even for me. And it’s not really unheard of for me to expect too much from myself. My days need to have more like 34 hours. Ideally with an extra 10 on top for sleeping (I’m one of those people that function best on 10, rather than 6-8, hours of sleep). I can’t remember the last time I got 10 hours though. Woe is me. Anyway, point being the list is long.
Here’s my list for what I wanted to accomplish today (in no particular order):
- Portion out the flat of ground beef into .5 and 1lb blocks and wrap and freeze.
- Make 6 burger patties, wrap in pairs, and freeze.
- Cook the 1lb of bacon I bought a couple days ago and freeze.
- Make 6 hotdogs and 6 hamburger buns, cut, wrap, and freeze.
- Cut up our cantaloupe and watermelon.
- Make croutons (1 whole loaf’s worth).
- Pack my hospital bag.
- Pack a hospital bag for Doll (diapers, milk, toys, pluckable blanket, snacks, etc)
- Pick up last minute groceries.
- Drop off a stack of books to the second-hand book store for store credit.
- Drop off homemade yogurt to my Dad.
- Make iced tea.
- Make lemonade.
- Make cookies (chocolate chip and/or shortbread).
- Have Hubby move the cradle from the living room to beside the bed.
- Have Hubby go out and buy for me a unique journal so I can start writing to the baby first thing tomorrow in the hospital. (I don’t want to pick it myself, partly because I didn’t pick Doll’s and partly because I just won’t have time to dither in a book store.)
Hubby, of course, has his own list. Most of it is along the lines of cleaning because tomorrow will not just be my second baby’s birthday; it is also the day our landlord (aka: my sister’s husband) will be coming to look at the house in anticipation of their moving back in in just over a month (yes, we have to move with a newborn).
So what did I manage to get done today?
Quite a bit, actually. I’m fairly pleased with what I accomplished today. I did almost everything from my original list! The only things I missed were making buns (because my bread-maker machine crapped out), my Dad picked up his yogurt rather than me dropping it off, I only made one kind of cookie, and I didn’t get Hubby to move the cradle (because I was too lazy to move Doll’s bedtime books out of the way).
In addition, I also managed to:
- Do two loads of dishes (one by hand, one in the dishwasher).
- Pick up a car seat (and adjust straps and such).
- Enjoy a leisurely lunch and watch Doll play on the deck (the sun was out! She loved it!).
- Sort and clean the shoe shelves.
- Take a nice shower with Doll.
- Do the diaper laundry, with the second-hand newborn diapers I forgot to wash until now!
- Go through our name list (finally!).
- Write this post.
I was going to make bread too, since we’re out but I talked myself out of it because homemade bread goes bad so fast and sometimes hospital stays are longer than anticipated. Which is the same reason I didn’t buy milk today, either. Which I am regretting at this very moment … Would do just about anything for a chocolate milk. I guess I’ll settle for a lemonade-iced tea. Woe is me, again.
So lists and such aside, I am pretty excited about tomorrow! And scared. I found myself remembering my labour with Doll last night and it’s funny how much you actually can remember. In general, I’ve “forgotten” the whole experience but it turns out that forgetting isn’t necessarily an accurate term. More like “blocked it out,” which means it can be recalled under the right circumstances. Which, for me, was snuggled up in bed about to fall asleep. Go figure.
The Tale of Mummyhood