This could be Will in a couple years!


July 11, 2011. Family. Leave a comment.

On Pins & Needles

Ok, who told me that acupuncture was painless? 

After deciding to try some methods of inducing labor other than just walking (or waddling), I scheduled an acupunture appointment.  A healthy skepticism has kept me from trying it in the past, nor did I ever have an ailment that called for it.  But the midwives swear by the positive effects.  So I just returned from a session with a Dr. Shu Fan, CA, PhD, a very Zen man with a respectable office on K Street.  There was calm asian string music playing and the lights were dim, so I was ready to relax.  The needles in the scalp were fine, totally painless.  Then he inserted them in various other areas (I had confirmed that none would be inserted on the actual belly for fear of the needles puncturing William) such as the area between my thumb and index finger, the calves, next to my achilles heel, and in my big and pinky toe.  And these hurt!  In a sharp scintillating way.  The pinky toe was especially painful.  After they were inserted, I lay in peace on the cot and at 15 minute intervals he would come to each needle and wiggle it around to “restimulate”.  Ouch, ouch, ouch!  I wondered, if I could barely get through acupuncture, how would I make it through labor?  People had assured me in the past that acupunture is a refreshing, relaxing, and definitely “painless” therapy. I felt better when Dr. Fan informed me in my visible anguish that for this particular treatment of inducing labor the pressure points are very sensitive, especially the pinky toe, and that the needles must be inserted 50% deeper than other treatments.  As faith in my pain tolerance was dwindling, this made me feel redeemed. Not to mention I took public transit there and back in at least 100 degree weather.  Yeah, that’s right, I’m TOUGH!

July 11, 2011. Family. Leave a comment.

Bad Raspberry

William has still not arrived and I’ve had to put my burning impatient desire for labor to begin aside. John has come down with what seems to be food poisoning.  The possible culprits are the carton of raspberries we got this morning at the Mount Pleasant Farmers Market or the Red Rocks margarita pizza he had with Twiford and Saar at lunch.  My money is on raspberries.  I remember him asking me from the kitchen if he should wash them, to which I definitely responded “yes, of course!”.  And I saw evidence that he did in fact wash them because in our strainer there is a bit of red berry stain. However, the thoroughness to which he washed them is uncertain.

I have had food poisoning before, the culprit being a disgustingly dirty sponge.  I didn’t eat the sponge but I ate some food that was on a plate that was washed with this sponge, and I confirmed this when someone else came down with a case the following day and the sponge was the only link. Anyway, anyone that has ever had food poisoning knows that you feel as if you are dying for about 10-12 hours. So he is up there now in the bedroom, and I keep hearing the floors creak abruptly as he bolts to the bathroom at 30 minute intervals.  And moaning. Its brutal. He asked me how long it lasts as this is his first time…I sugarcoated and told him a “few” hours.

What would I do if I went into labor right now?  Would John look back on the day his son was born and remember only  praying to the porcelain god 20 miles away?  William, just stay put for the evening!

July 9, 2011. Family. Leave a comment.

Due Date!

Today is the day that William is supposed to arrive.  And here he is, sound asleep in my belly, obviously in no rush to exit.  7/7/11…I have been telling him that this is a very lucky number for a birthday.  I was so sure he would be early, but now I am hoping he will at least be punctual.  I realize my gut feeling is worthless when it comes to the timing.  The midwife told me that the due date for first babies should really be 41 weeks and not 40.  The agony of waiting!  I feel like I am watching a pot of water to boil.

There is something twisted about me that is almost eager to feel the pain, challenging its arrival as if it won’t be as bad for me as they all say it is.  My friend Tracy described it as a knife that stabs and then twists back and forth.  Since she is a self described hypochondriac, I went to my friend Catie to confirm that this was nonsense, however, Catie confirmed that this was a very accurate description.   My Mom says she just breathed us right out and it was like a few bad period cramps.  So I continue to think I will be like her rather than feel like I am being murdered.  Knowing my pain tolerance, I’m sure that the first twinge of a real contraction will set me in my place.  Until then, I will enjoy my ignorant bliss…

Come on William!! The world is waiting for you.

July 7, 2011. Family. 7 comments.

July 4th Great Expectations

July 7, 2011. Family. 1 comment.