Long time no post. How's everyone doing? Here's some of what's been going on with me.
I had mah baby. Well. That was fun. Basically, after a more-or-less ideal pregnancy, my blood pressure went up in the last week and I was diagnosed with preeclampsia after peeing into a lot of containers. This after being told by birth counselors that so long as I ate plenty of protein, this wouldn't happen. As someone who never had a meat aversion during pregnancy, and who eats plenty of meat, I am finding the whole "a protein-rich diet prevents preeclampsia" claim pretty spurious...but hey, n=1.
After getting the preeclampsia diagnosis (which happened 3 hours after my baby shower ended -- timing!), I was sent to the hospital by my midwife and my ObGyn doc tried to induce me, as this is the "cure" for preeclampsia. My ObGyn -- who is otherwise awesome -- also put me on a really terrible drug called magnesium sulfate (or "the Mag" as the nurses kept calling it). The implication was that it would lower my blood pressure, but that isn't what it does; all it does is prevent seizures, I later found. He also warned me that it might give me flu-like symptoms, AND OH YES IT DID. Everything that went into my mouth got puked right back up. Food, water, ice chips, anything. While pregnant. And going into labor. So yeah. THAT SUCKED.
I had a c-section. I did not want a c-section. I did not intend to do a c-section. The husband and I fought the c-section, especially when it seemed I was going into labor all on my own. But then my oxygen levels tanked, and the baby's heartrate tanked, and by that point I was so full of wires and tubes and drugs that I wasn't particularly coherent (at one point they were trying to give me oxygen via a mask; I kept trying to claw it off). And I was in labor. And so, after sending the gaggle of doctors and nurses out of the room, my husband and I talked, and we decided I'd gone as far as I could without endangering the nubbin. We agreed to the surgery. I was whisked to an OR, and at 8:50 AM on April 7th, my daughter was born.
Four hours at a birth center? Nope. More like four days in a hospital. Nubbin wound up in the NICU for the same amount of time. And here is the point where I really get twitchy, because the more I think about it the more I think it was a CYA situation and wholly unnecessary. Someone, somewhere, got it in their head that I had had a blood infection. I didn't. But the pediatricians thought I had, and that caused them to be extra-careful with the nubbin. So they cultured onalarklette's blood, and the culture took three days...during which she stayed in the NICU the whole time I was recovering from surgery. Oh, and that first day? They wouldn't let me see her. Because I was still on "the Mag". And oh, that was not good.
But we lived.
And we went home.
And I love her more than anything.
And right now she is thrashing in her sleep and I should really go up there and nurse her. Aside from that sudden adventure that none of us had in mind, we're doing good. I've had difficulties breastfeeding -- no advice requested, I have tried literally everything and I'm tired of being told I'm doin' it wrong when I've done everything I can to do it right -- and so I supplement with The Evil Formula -- and no recommending the WAPF formula, either, thanks; I've weighed options and made my choices.
She still gets a fair amount of breast milk from me, and in a week she'll be 5 months. 5 months! That's one month away from her first sweet potato smeared with coconut oil! I have already tried egg yolks. She stares at me as if each spoonful is a personal betrayal. I don't think even a half teaspoon has made it down her gullet.
Oh, and last month we decided to move.
And I'm sort of eating more of a traditional foods diet than primaleo these days.
Will explain in my next post. Need to go rescue the husband from the baby.