On November 5th 2012, my wife gave birth to our first child. During the pregnancy I decided that I would write about the experience. Every week since I have documented all of the events that took place throughout this time, along with my thoughts on them. Now that I can confirm that our baby is happy and healthy, I will share those thoughts with you.
Week 32 – Practice Contractions and Real Throwing Up
A little over a week after the incident and Jess has actually been doing better. She is eating more regularly. Actually, she is just eating more, period. It’s kind of like she scared her appetite into overdrive. When she actually sits down to eat I’m barely even making enough for her. She finishes a plate of food and then starts looking for more to eat. This is a big change for me. We also got her thyroid prescription filled (yeah, she has an underactive thyroid too), and that has also helped. So with all the scary stuff out of the way we should have no problem going to our doctor’s appointment this week right?
Wrong. Just as she is getting ready to leave Jessica starts getting that old familiar feeling again. Not the fainting part, just the throwing up part. She feels it coming and knows she only has a small window to find a receptacle to make her oral deposit into. She can’t find the barf bags we have and should wouldn’t dare put her face near a toilet. So with no other options she spots a big black garbage bag that we had been putting things in the apartment we weren’t going to take to the new house. My poor pregnant wife somehow gets on her hands and knees, sticks her face in that bag and throws up like she just swallowed poison. I hear her from across the hall and run in to find her midway through. She can’t stop vomiting, but despite eating a roll less than an hour earlier, only water comes out. She has been constantly thirsty and could be suffering from dehydration. She began feeling better once she was done, and obviously we were a little late to our appointment.
Thankfully once we get to the doctor she lets us know that everything is perfectly normal with the baby. At this point it is toward the end of her work day, the latest we had seen her by far, and it shows. I can only imagine having to sit through pregnant woman after pregnant woman all day, each with their own issues that are freaking them out. She wasn’t mean or anything, but you can tell that she has been through a long day.
After we leave the doctor’s office we get some food but that only helps a little. Jessica is basically achy all over. She’s slightly dizzy (but assures me she’s not seizure dizzy) and his hurting in some way from head to toe. The sonogram shows that our child is getting pretty cramped in there, and Jess is just about ready to give him an eviction notice. While I can sympathize with how she is feeling, I can’t share the same opinion. While I can’t wait to meet him, I’m also not nearly ready to meet him now. I’ve been comfortable with the idea of him coming out specifically in the middle of November. It works for me. My job will have more down time and I can combine my paternity leave with the Thanksgiving break. It works for me. However I know now that we are at a point where he can basically come out at any time. It’s still likely that he’ll be on time, but I was a month early so who’s to say he won’t be?
To freak me out a little bit more, I am now aware of practice contractions. This is when Jessica basically has a contraction, only without the baby part. It sure does freak me out though when she has stronger and stronger ones. Tilting the panic level even more is the fact that Jessica thinks the baby has dropped. That means the he is lower in her stomach (duh!), which is a sign that he is getting ready to make his great escape. This ultimately doesn’t really mean anything. My sister-in-law’s second baby dropped three months before giving birth. That doesn’t matter in our heads though. With Jessica’s internet reading and being absolutely convinced that he is coming early combined with my paranoia that he is coming early, the damn kid might as well be born tomorrow. We’ve got two months to go. Can he just hold on for two months without causing my wife any more damage?