Fourth Burfday

Hello readers,

It is I, Henry. Today is my fourth birthday. Please take a moment to jot the date on your calendar for next year. I'll wait.

My mother made me pose for an obscene number of pictures today with that stupid hat she makes me wear every year. I was less than thrilled.

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But then she regained her title as best mom in the world and decided to skip the healthy, gourmet treats from the local pet store. Instead, she went for the gold with a peanut butter plate of goodness. I thought I died and went to doggy heaven, no joke.
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Mom and Dad keep saying things like, 'We can't believe you are getting so old' and apparently, I'm exactly the same age as my parents when you take into account dog years (four years old, times seven is twenty-eight....same as the folks). My crazy Mom got a little teary and said, 'Oh great, now you will always be older than us. Stop getting old, Henry!' and gave me a big hug.

I guess I'll put up with their antics for another year. As long as there is more peanut butter involved, of course...

The Best Birth

With my giant list of 'must read' pregnancy, birthing, and parenting books I figure I should attempt to write reviews of some of them. Then maybe I won't forget everything I've read when I need it, right?

Before I start, let me say that I am fully aware that this subject is one of the many 'hot topic' sensitive issues out there in the world of pregnancy and delivery. I have my opinions but believe everyone is entitled to theirs as well. And I mostly just want to reiterate what this book states, knowing it is not the end-all book out there. No judgment here, no matter what you believe about labor and delivery, okay? We as women need to do a better job of supporting each other in these circumstances instead of judging or putting each other down. Let's all hold hands and sing, shall we? :)

A lot of people have heard of Ricki Lake's book called 'Your Best Birth' and I still have that one on my list, too. But Hannah recommended 'The Best Birth' by Sarah McMoyler and I wanted to read this one first. It is kind of like the 'light' version of Ricki's book and I highly, highly recommend it to you if you are interested.

The author is a Labor and Delivery nurse with twenty-plus years of experience. She is very realistic, encouraging, and straight-forward. The McMoyler philosophy goes something like this: "healthy mom, healthy baby, however you get there". She is NOT anti-hospital, since she (like me!) is a healthcare professional herself. However, she is also encourages moms to try for a low to no intervention birth if possible. Basically she is not an extremist who pushes an 'all or none' theory at us. I really enjoy a realistic, middle of the road book every now and then:)

A few thought provoking points to consider:

1. The McMoyler method makes Dad a major player during labor and delivery, believing that as you give birth to his child he should NOT simply be a spectator. Many years ago, Dads weren't even in the delivery room with the mom (but then again, many years ago women were totally unconscious during delivery.....talk about creepy!).

She even goes so far to say that although some doulas are wonderful and helpful, most of them are unlicensed with no medical training. Although they may have your best intentions in mind, sometimes they will go up against the medical staff to fight for your 'birth plan' even when it puts the baby at risk. As a medical professional myself, I plan on taking advice from my OB--the one who went through years of medical schooling and formal testing and who is required by the state to stay up-to-date on her licensing. McMoyler suggests that you already have the best doula you can get in your husband. He knows you better and loves you more than anyone else, knowing your fears and desires, with a big stake in the outcome. She puts dad front and center as your primary support person and wrote an entire chapter just for dad. Nate is reading it right now and likes it for the specific techniques she lists to help me through the pain of labor.

2. McMoyler also proposes that the medical team at the hospital are NOT the bad guys. They aren't out to get you, ready to slice you open for a c-section and rush you through the biggest day in your life. Sure, there are some bad apples out there in the medical world just like any other profession. But the vast majority of doctors and nurses involved in labor and delivery love what they do and are committed to providing the best and safest care possible. She says that if you want a low-to-no-intervention birth they will support you any way they can. But if something happens that jeopardizes your or the baby's healthy, they will do whatever is necessary to keep you both safe.

And as a side note, as someone who works in a hospital myself, it NEVER hurts to do a little butt kissing to your nurses (I do it all the time and it works!) Be respectful of them, be kind, and a few compliments here and there go a long way. They will be a huge part of your day and you want them to be on your good side. Rolling through the door and saying, 'Don't touch me, I don't want you people to do anything because I'm going all natural' is a good way to put the nurses on the defensive. Not good. Another well-kept secret in the hospital world? We love food. Bring us some cookies or treats and we'll go the extra mile for you. We're pretty easy to please:)

I'm not going to go into all of the details here, but in chapter five the author goes through common myths about hospitals and interventions provided there. The two big ones for me (that I had heard before, and was a little worried about) were the idea that epidurals slow down labor and lead to many complications with the baby, and that hospitals intervene and do c-sections even when there is no medical need just because they make more money/it's more convenient.

For the Big E (epidural) dilemma, I'm of the group that would definitely like to try and avoid one but I'm not going to completely rule it out, either. You get no gold medal for going drug free and it's not a competition, so if I've been pushing for 15 hours and I'm only 3 cm dilated you better believe I'll consider an epidural. Sometimes, as the author states, an epidural lets your body relax and possibly even get some sleep which sometimes allows you to further dilate. A good epidural will let you feel pressure, not pain, so that you can still time your pushing without being completely numb. And in some hospitals you can even get a 'walking epidural' so you aren't totally bed bound afterward, since lying on your back is really not the best position for birthing. Epidurals sometimes spread out contractions but not always. Yes, if you have one you will probably need IV fluids, a catheter, and possibly Picotin. But I just think there is no way to plan whether or not you will need an epidural or not.

For the big C-section dilemma, obviously I want to avoid one at all costs. I do not believe that c-sections are more convenient for docs since they take a ton more time and delay the doctor getting out the door to another patient. I do think that some doctors might be more inclined to push for a c-section if there is ANY chance of fetal distress because of the fear of liability. And honestly, if my baby's heart rate is dropping with each contraction leading the medical team to think the baby is not tolerating a vaginal birth well I will not mess around with continuing to push for a vaginal delivery. The author also points out other valid reasons for a c-section (breech or transverse positioning, placenta or umbilical cord issues, and maternal indications) although she agrees that they should be used as a last resort. In the end, I just want my baby to be healthy and if something goes wrong I will trust my doctor to make the right decision.

3. Which brings me to an AWESOME point made by this book: no regrets. I think especially us women tend to get down on ourselves when plans fail, when things don't go the way they are 'supposed' to go. Although it's VERY tempting for me to write out a detailed birth plan of what my ideal scenario would be, I know that for me (and many others) putting ideas down on paper is like carving them in stone. And even though I've never been through labor and delivery before, I'm not naive enough to think that things go according to plan when you are pushing out a human being from your nether regions. If I hand over a piece of paper to my doc that says 'absolutely NO epidural, and NO c-section' I know I'm setting myself up for failure in the case that something does not go according to plan. As the author talks extensively about in the book, she has seen many women go in with the 'natural or nothing' mindset who end up having complications, needing an epidural and or a c-section. What is really sad is that these women end up regretting their birth experience, feeling negative and depressed and like a failure because they had to have drugs/interventions. I mean really, having a healthy newborn baby is a HUGE reason for celebration. Why would you waste one second feeling bad about yourself or your birth experience when you have an adorable new baby to care for? Throw in a little sleep deprivation, your whole world being turned upside down, and feelings of inadequacies and you are a shoe in for hard core baby blues, right?

So no regrets. Yes, you should spend time discussing your ideal situation and hoping for a low to no intervention birth is a fabulous goal (and mine!). But flexibility is key here and remember there are no gold medals for going all natural. The biggest reward is that little bundle of joy no matter how they got there. And at the end of the day, I want to be able to look over at Nate and say 'We did it!' because I fully expect him to be a major player pushing me through contractions and supporting me during one of the most intense moments of my life. He proved himself to be a great coach during my marathon and I know that he will be a lifesaver during this other type of endurance sport:)

Basically, I think that every single woman is different and each birthing experience is unique. I think it's great if you want a home birth, a doula, no interventions, etc. Maybe you're of the camp that prefers to be hooked up to an epidural immediately to avoid as much pain as possible, which is totally fine by me, too. But I just hope that whatever your 'plan' you know that sometimes the unexpected happens. And as long as a healthy baby enters into the world after delivery, the event was a success in my eyes.

I'm so grateful that I will be giving birth in a medically advanced time with so many options out there. And of course, I intend to read a zillion more books about this subject not because it gives me more control, or prepares me for every little thing about delivery, but because it's so freaking awesome to think that in about 4 months I'll have my own birth experience. GAH!

From the Marathoner's (proud) Wife

Whew.

Dude.

Watching a marathon amidst 2 million other spectators is no walk in the park, for reals. Especially when you take into consideration these additional two factors: 1)I'm pregnant and thus I have to pee every hour and I do NOT do well without food every 3 hours, and 2) It was effing 32 degrees outside. Yes, I am serious. New record for the course with freezing temps....of course the year we go to Chicago Mother Nature brings out the works.

But enough of my negativity, let's recap the day, shall we? Although Nate's adorable post that he requested to write himself was all encompassing, I feel that we must commemorate the big day in a little more detail.

However, if you'd rather not read this 'marathon' of posts, here is my cliff notes version: the Chicago Marathon is an amazing race to run, not so amazing to watch for spectators. I speak from experience although I'm sure some disagree.

And for the details...

We took the train with Nate's dad from MKE to CHI on Saturday afternoon and met Ryan and Maggie right away. We all went to the Expo to get our numbers and soak in the atmosphere. Since I paid the entrance fee and planned on running, I still got a number and a pimped out Nike shirt which is kind of rad. Our little foursome was perfect because both Maggie and I have run previous full marathons AND we both just so happen to be pregnant right now. She's due May 13, two months after me, and we were ready to cheer on both of our husbands who have never done fulls before. How cute, right?

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Went to an awesome pizza/pasta dinner Saturday night (where we saw Kathy Griffith! without makeup! waiting in line for dinner and then leaving before they got her a table!) and then headed back to the burbs to Nate's cousins. Nate had to lay out his loot and his spectators had to make signs. Typical night before the marathon full of nerves and excitement and gas. Lots of gas in our case:)
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Our alarm went off an an ungodly 4:15 am on Sunday morning and surprisingly, even I was pretty excited and awake. We were out the door by 5:15 and hopped on the L back to downtown, where I am not kidding you....the entire train was packed with hundreds of runners already. So freaking cool and you better believe I wanted to take a picture of everyone on the train but didn't want to a psycho. Totally kicking myself now.
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After grabbing Ryan we walked over to the start line and hit the porta potty line. Insanity, I tell you. But Chicago at sunrise is one of the most beautiful urban sights ever.

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Then I gave Nate a quick hug and kissed and sent him off to the start line for the 7:30 gun time. I could not get over the 45,000 runners (well, 44,999 I suppose) :) Such an amazing sight.

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Nate's dad, Tony, and his cousin, Patrick and I hit the nearest Starbucks and headed towards mile #2. Seeing the elite runners sprint by in a blur made me want to hurl a little. Maybe cry a tad, too. Some people are superhuman, I swear.

Then we saw our men coming along and looking fabulous! Sighting number one: a success!
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So we were back on the L towards mile 8 and feeling a little frosty at this point. I seriously wondered why it hadn't warmed up in the slightest since 5:30 in the morning but tried to be a trooper. Don't worry, I had approximately 4 shirts, plus a jacket, 2 pairs of pants, and gloves with a hat on but was still cold. Ah, winter. You know you are my homie.

After finding an opening in the crowd at mile 8 we hunted for the boys and saw them, and seeing their smiles and fist pumps made it all worth while. I remembered how important it was to me when I saw my fans and knew Nate and Ryan were glad we came. My pride for Nate was already swelling up in my throat a little bit. I couldn't believe he was running in his first marathon and kicking so much tail. Sighting number two: success! This wasn't so bad...
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the costumed runners were quite entertaining...
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So next we headed back down south via the L towards mile 12. After walking a few blocks over to the race we discovered that we had missed Nate by about 15 minutes. Curses! I guess we overestimated the speed of the L with so many stops, so many people, and of course the fun waiting times. How can you even begin to estimate public transit in a city that isn't your own? Ugh. Potential sighting number three: epic fail.

Hustling back to the same train stop we rode the red line for awhile then did a fancy maneuver to switch lines to the pink. We somehow managed to do this successfully without our heads exploding. After all of my researching and planning and diagramming the race course and the L stops, I think this was one time it paid off. We pulled up to the race at mile 19 and waited for Nate to round the bend. I was worried he might be hitting the wall at this point but when we saw his grin we knew he was still kicking major A. Actual sighting number three: success!
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And this was where the road forked for us spectators: we wanted to head to mile 23 (where I would jump in with my marathon man!), which gave us about 40 minutes until Nate hit that point. The pink line did not run a straight shot to mile 23, so we needed to do another switcharoo to green if we wanted to get there by L. But my thought was that it would take MUCH longer than 40 minutes to pull it off and thus, we should try a taxi cab. Well funny enough, at mile 19 there was a virtual 'no taxi zone'. We walked over a ways and waited and called and waited and nada. Finally I freaked out and told Tony and Patrick that we were wasting too much time and had to hop back on the L. Total and utter chaos! Since I was planning on jumping in to run with Nate at 23 until the end, I had my number on ready to go. He was expecting me and I wanted to be there for him like I had planned. Thinking of him looking around for me without luck made my heart hurt a little bit.

After waiting for that train for 15 minutes and wasting 15 with our cab idea we had literally 10 minutes to get all the way down to 23. We knew it was impossible so we made what we thought was a great decision to head to the finish instead, and walk back a ways to meet him at 25 or so. At least I could run a mile with him, right?

Well after transferring trains and feeling a bit delirious with the weather and lack of food and whatnot, we somehow missed our effing stop. So we ended up going one more down to stupid mile 23, which was our original plan, but by that time we were 30 minutes later than planned. I was nearly positive we'd missed Nate by a long shot but we still watched the runners go by a bit just in case we were off on our calculations. In my gut I knew we'd missed him and I'd lost my chance to run in any of the race. Now we just had to bust our butts back to the finish (and not miss the freaking stop this time) to try and see him at the end. Missed opportunity number two=Epic fail. Boo!

After waiting for another 20 minutes, we finally boarded the train. I was surprised Nate hadn't called me yet to say he was totally finished but of course, as soon as we got off the train we got the call. He sounded good and apologized for missing me at 23, figuring he just didn't see me. Oh, if he only knew. He said he was walking through the finish area which was total chaos and would meet us at Buckingham fountain. We missed him at 23, I didn't get to run with him, and we didn't even see him finish. And now he'd have to wait at least 30 more minutes for us to even get to him.

Great. Just great.

I had to remind myself that this race was not about me, it was about Nate, and he finished feeling pretty darn good. He wasn't too bummed to run alone and understood our issues with transportation once I explained it to him. And he looked so adorable sitting on the grass by the fountain, you guys. SO cute.
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His official time was 4:15:43 which was exactly 3.5 minutes faster than my time last year. We make a pretty good running pair, don't we?

Yes, he is sore. And a bit euphoric. He so deserved this day, you guys, and the cold weather didn't even phase him (of course).

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Bottom line: the Chicago Marathon is a FABULOUS race to run with amazing crowd support. It's just not that fun to watch your husband using public transportation in a different city. If we had to do it over again, I think I'd just pick one spot about halfway through to watch and then at the end. I just wanted to see him as much as possible which totally did not happen, obvi. Oh well, you live and learn.

Baby and me are freaking exhausted from walking and riding all over greater Chicago but we are so insanely proud of our guy.

And no, he hasn't mentioned signing up for another one anytime soon. I'm hoping we can both take at least the first part of next year off from big races to focus on parenthood....then maybe FINALLY do a full together as a mom/dad duo. Perhaps third time is a charm?


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