Friday, October 23, 2009

Week 30: Despite receiving the vaccine for the swine, my health continued to decline....

Well you know what they say, especially when things are too good to be true.

I admit to being very, very lucky in having a pretty "easy" pregnancy up until now. It was almost like I was on cruise-control. No morning sickness, energy levels were up, no swollen ankles, baby development measures were normal - I was simply counting down and crossing off the days.

A week and a half ago, during my regular check-up with my OB, I had received the seasonal flu vaccine and the H1N1 flu vaccine. My doctor's office had just received it that day, and after giving it alot of thought and consideration, I had decided to take both vaccines. I was very concerned about this - I am usually not one to take seasonal flu vaccines. I would get the flu in college but would kinda power through it. And about once a year I get a really bad head cold, the kind for which you need a z-pack of antibiotics to get over, but that was it. I was by and large a fairly healthy person.

To a certain extent, I suppose that being made to take a vaccine was an infringement on my civil liberties. I want control over what is injected into my body. Why should I trust the CDC or these other faction groups for say as to what is healthy for me or not? They don't know me, they don't know my body, they don't know my health history. I had a hard time being convinced.

A couple of news stories - I admit - the media, helped change my mind. We just happened to have CNN on the television one weekend and they were talking about swine flu and pregnant woman and how a staggering 1 in 3 pregnant women come down with fatal cases of the swine flu. I had heard the number before - but it was when Tyler asked me pointedly, "...do you hear this?" that I really listened and let it stay with me. A few weeks later, I read in the local paper about a young, pregnant woman in the Midlands who had gotten the swine flu, gave birth to her child, then died. Pretty scary and severe thought to me - what if that happened? What if, God-forbid, I got sick, had to deliver this child early, and then perished? I immediately thought of my child...Tyler...my parents and family...my close friends. I quickly realized that this isn't about me - this is about life, something larger than me. The responsible thing would be for me to take the necessary precautions and measures that are recommended to ensure my health, safety, and well-being. Case closed.

So after having taken the flu vaccines, I was better prepared to face the world. But was only a matter of time before a seasonal head cold came out of no where and walloped back to reality. This sickness developed from an innocent head cold into mild pneumonia in a manner similar to how a tidal wave off the west coast of Africa develops into a Category 1 or 2 Hurricane. One day, you turn on the news and it is a big "wave" coming off the coast (what exactly does that mean, anyway?), and the next, it is a huge storm packing high winds threatening Cuba. Well apparently, that was what was happening in my system.

It all started off with a dry cough one afternoon that had me bed-ridden that evening and for the subsequent four days. I had honestly never felt so awful in my life. I wasn't running a fever (luckily, which would indicate the flu) but I felt like I had the flu - weakness, tiredness, some achiness in my lower & upper back, terrible dry & productive cough, wheezing. Definitely the type of stuff that over-the-counter meds couldn't really handle. When you are pregnant, there are limited types and brands of drugs that you can take, so having to stick close to that list made it even all the more difficult. I couldn't even take nyquil to knock me out so that I could sleep through the night. A trip to see my doctor revealed a serious diagnosis which would explain why I was feeling so badly from a seemingly seasonal cold - I had a mild pneumonia, which can result from the flu or common colds, and furthermore, this pneumonia may have been brought on by my suffering from asthma. What?! I had never been diagnosed with asthma in my life. Allergies - yes, I had always suffered from allergies. Apparently 40% of people who suffer from regular/severe allergies also suffer from asthma.

So, I was prescribed some strong, pregnancy-safe antibiotics that I'm supposed to take for 10 days, along with some other meds that are to alleviate my other symptoms. I'll have to deal with the asthma condition (possibly chronic?) after I fully recover, which may take 2-3 weeks. This is a serious blow to my productivity/preparation for Baby Smyth schedule. While I usually like to remain a busy-body in all aspects of my life, this illness has severely side-lined me, making me take note at how I really, really need to be taking it easy, watching my health, and taking extra care to put my feet up over these next several weeks. Not only does the baby need it, but I clearly need it too.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Week 29: Gender is still deceiving, while size is overachieving!

Whew! I'm overdue to post a prego update. That is mostly due to the fact that, I really don't prefer to pose so much for photos anymore...but my shape and stature is admittedly comical. I do look like a have swallowed a basketball...or melon...or something large and round....

I definitely hit a growth spurt somewhere between weeks 23-24-25. I just seemed to be getting larger, which I totally notice just after afew days. Tyler & I were completely taken aback by my rate of growth. Again, this being our first child, we are totally amateurs and we have no idea to expect.

My 29 week ultrasound indicates that the baby is weighing in at a whopping 3 lbs 7 oz. What weighs 3 lbs 7 oz? My pregancy development = food analogy chart says that is about the
weight of 4 naval oranges. I mailed a package the other day at work that was 4 lbs, which almost maxed out the little office scale we use to calculated postage. Amusingly enough, this open bag of flour that I just happen to have in my pantry is coming in at 3 lbs 6 oz. Wowee!

Apparently the ultrasound technician (who we pelt with questions during every session) seemed to think that the baby was also in the 31 week development stage, due to its weight and apparent size. Whoa - so the baby is a couple of weeks ahead of our gestational calendar.... Zoikes! What did that mean?

Tyler & I have always been concerned about the baby's size and what the baby's birth size will be. I was an 8 pound, 12 ouncer, while Tyler was 10 lbs plus. What weighs 10 lbs? Well, a 10 lb bag of sugar, to be certain. (I thought about this when I was jammin' this summer and purchasing sugar in bulk. Ten pounds...now that is something to fear.) Although I read that it is more the woman's birth size that may influence how she carries and the size of babies she bears, I was still well over the average birth weight, which is somewhere in the 7-8 pound range.

Well after talking it over with my doctor, he was not at all concerned about the baby's current size which was very reassuring. He stated that some babies will go through growth spurts and that he would only be concerned if the baby's development was more than two weeks ahead of our gestational calendar. Whew! (for now.) The Doc also mentioned that he/she was measuring somewhere in the 60th percentile, which is still a-ok.

All of this raised the possibility in my mind of the baby arriving early, especially after recently, when a friend told me that she delivered over a week early because they (she and her doctor) became concerned about the baby's size.... Zoikes! How can I be ready for early? I struggle (sometimes desperately, especially now, since I definitely move alot more slowly than I used to) to make anything on time. I work in a deadline-driven industry, and I'm used to working my fingers to the bone right up until the last millisecond. This happens sometimes, not all the time, but I rely on a firm deadline and using all time available to me until that moment. When I find that I'm early or that I have extra time... well... then I try to do more. I realize it is a bad, endless, cycle. How could I possibly be ready for early?

At this point, I can't really let myself become overly concerned about the baby's arrival being early or on time or late. He or she will arrive whenever and at whatever size, when he or she is ready. I am leaving it up to nature, the powers-that-be and letting it be completely out of my hands, just like the gender issue. I will prepare as best as I can and aim to be in "standby" mentality for the latter half of December, but for now, I will put my feet up, take it easy, and focus on relaxing and tackling all of my nesting projects!