I had a great OB appointment this morning. I drank the yucky glucose stuff, and am praying for normal results tomorrow. It was fine when they did the test a month ago, so I am hoping for the same.
I had a great talk with my OB. He has delivered all of the boys, and he said he plans on the same for this one (he even came in on his day off for Michael). He just makes me feel so at ease about everything. I had a ton of questions, especially about breastfeeding-we can be honest here, right? I attempted to nurse with Peter, but he was born a month early. I had pre-eclampsia, and so they induced me. As a result, Peter was little (hovering around 5 pounds). They didn't want him to lose any weight. We supplemented with formula, and a week later, I gave up on my dream of nursing. It was a bad week. Every 2 hours, I would nurse, pump, and give Peter a bottle of formula. My milk never came in. I am guessing that the formula we were instructed to supplement with was the root of this problem.
Because of this experience, I opted to bottle feed both Drew and Michael. I was too scared and on some level, I had convinced myself that I was physically unable to nurse. I have no proof of this, it was just what I told myself.
This time, for a plethora of reasons, I want to give breastfeeding another go. I am nervous about this, but I feel like I need to to it. OK, I am now realizing that this is not where I meant to go with this post, but it is where I landed. Please say a prayer that I have peace with my decision and that it goes well.
Oh, and as an aside, my OB told me that he had a dream about me last week (weird, huh?). He said he dreamt that I was pre-eclamptic again. After Jamie's post about dreams, I was a little weirded out that he had this dream. I have been worried about all of the swelling that I have been having, but my blood pressure was good today. So, we are going to pray that bed rest is not in my future this time. With Peter, it was no big deal because he is my oldest, and so bed rest meant I got a lot of me time. This time, though, I have 3 little boys at home, and I don't know how I'd handle it. OK, another worry to lay in God's hands and let go. Whatever is meant to happen will happen. If it does, maybe that means that all of my bloggy friends would have to come visit-right? ;)