I got the stomach flu this week. Yesterday I wanted t die. I cried on the floor in front of the toilet yesterday after the 4th time throwing up. I couldn’t hold anything down, not even water. I ended up having to go to labor and delivery because I was so dehydrated I started having contractions. The gave me a bag of fluids and some meds, but I still threw up 2 more times after coming home. For the first time this pregnancy I had to stamp down my feelings of guilt over being a bother, put my needs first for the sake of new baby™️ and tell Bill I needed him home. Kennedy was sick earlier in the week and it’s been really tough taking care of her, while being sick myself, while being 38 weeks pregnant. And I know that I’ll have to push a baby out of me in 3 days, I need to rest. So yesterday I asked Bill to come home early and to take today off, which is normally a short day for him so he didn’t use to too many hours. Yesterday Kennedy was as attentive as she could be. I told her I wasn’t feeling well and I needed to rest so we spent a lot of time in our bed watching movies. When I started having contractions I needed some relief so I took a bath. Kennedy was in complete awe over me taking a bath, we only ever take showers together. She of course kept putting her hands in the water, and then rubbing it on my stomach since I told her my stomach hurt. She’s such a sweetheart.
New Baby™️ is perfectly fine. This morning I woke up and felt a million times better and have been able to eat a little, but for the most part drinking water. My lips and mouth aren’t dry af so I know I’m getting hydration. I had my last NST today and I’m so glad to be done driving so much. I’m such a homebody and leaving the house so often has been mentally exhausting for me.
Bill gave me a “push gift” today. A new bottle of perfume, Twilight Shimmer by Michael Koors and a new Betsy Johnson purse. The perfume is something special to me because I have different scents that remind me of different events. So, on our second date he bought me a bottle of Light Blue by Dolce and Gabbana and I wore it on our wedding day. When Kennedy was born he got me Dolce by Dolce and Gabbana. Now I have a new fragrance for new baby™️. And whenever I wear them it reminds me of those special events. The purse is just really pretty and I love it.
I got 3 days y’all! Since we have to check into the hospital at 7am, we worked out a plan for Kennedy to go to my sisters Sunday night. I’m calling at 5am to make sure I can still check in, then I’m getting some mother fucking pancakes before heading to the hospital. It’s probably going to be a long process. Besides the contractions yesterday I haven’t had many signs of labor and doubt I’m really dialated. They won’t start pictocin until I’m 3cm dilated, so they will give me a vaginal suppository first to get me there. (Same stuff I took with Liam) I’m anticipating New Baby™️ will be born early hours of the 12th.
I need to get some snacks to bring for the nurses. I think this time I’ll bring 2 rounds of them though because last time the first shift who took care of me ate everything before the next shift.
I actually passed the nurse who took care of us during our labor with Liam last night. I wanted to stop and say something, but didn’t. And I wish I had. I wish I had thanked her for making such a difficult process slightly more bareable. Im so grateful that she was our nurse that day and I wish I had said that to her. I thought all the way home about what I would like to say and am resolved to ask if she’s working when we get there Monday. If she is I can tell her what I want to say, if not I guess it wasn’t meant to be.
