Thirty-seven weeks, five days, and done!

Well, that was quick…

On Monday the 13th, everything looked good on the ultrasound, sounded good on the fetal monitoring, and was pronounced good by the amazing Dr. Oliver. Who, let it be noted, also predicted that we wouldn’t make it to the induction date of May 27.


On Wednesday the 15th, Gram and Bubba arrived from Alabama. Bubba, planning to stay for a day and then go home, was delivering Gram, who would be staying for several weeks to help before and after Little Brother’s arrival.

On Thursday the 16th, and close your eyes for a second to spare yourself the medical detail or gross imagery, around 8:30 in the morning, I lost the cervical mucus plug. The contractions I’d been feeling on a sporadic basis for a few weeks suddenly became regular and not-very-far-apart. At 9:30, we called Dr. Oliver’s office, and they told us to time them for another hour. At 10:30 we called back, and they slotted us in for noon.

At noon we showed up at Dr. Oliver’s office, had a quick exam, and got sent straight over to Labor & Delivery. At 12:30 I was tucked into a bed by Super L&D Nurse Gina, at 1 Dr. Oliver broke my water and Gina called the anesthesiologist, and by 1:30 I was nicely epiduralized.


The rest of the afternoon was taken up by blood work, monitoring, ice chips, popsicle, and a nap. Then it got interesting. Around 5:30 I woke up from a pretty deep sleep feeling pretty deeply pukey. I was hot and cold all at once, had violent shivers that only got worse, and then started throwing up. As it was time to push, I spiked a fever over 102. Then there were three pushes … head, shoulders, all … and William arrived.



William Collier Usey, born at 6 p.m. on Thursday, May 16, 2013.
Seven pounds, 14.9 ounces … 21 inches long

There was more excitement after that… my fever went over 103, William had a little fever, both of us were tachycardic for a while. It turns out that somewhere between having my water broken and that nap, I developed chorioamnionitis, which is a nasty little infection that can affect both mama and baby if labor is too prolonged. Fortunately, labor lasted hardly any time at all, and after a precautionary visit to the NICU, William got a clean bill of health and was able to come stay with me the rest of the time. (My infection seemed to clear up but didn’t, necessitating a return hospital stay the next week, but that’s a whole nother story and we got through it.)

So now we’ve all been home for several days, Gram and Daddy and Thomas are taking great care of Mama and William, and we’re off on a new adventure. Come follow the brothers at O Brothers, our new blog that picks up where this blog and Thomas Today leave off.


Thirty-six weeks, four days

Honestly, no news has been good news. We are in the home stretch with Little Brother, and it has been as uneventful as a pregnancy can be for an exhausted 44-year-old mama of a bright and energetic two-year-old.

Here’s Little Brother at the 35-week ultrasound.


His original due date was June 1, which got turned into a May 27 induction date, which is being sort of scoffed at by the same OB who scheduled it. She says we’ll “probably” get past May 15 (next week!), but not to put things off that need doing.

Which is a whole nother post that would stress me out a little much to write right this second. Suffice it to say that we’re right back where we were a week before Thomas was born in terms of house chaos and things not done that need to be done and my being overwhelmed and exhausted and in tears. But Thomas himself has been (mostly) so good, and has made a smooth transition to his big-boy room (yet a whole nother post, this one showing off a little), and Michael is doing everything he can to juggle the stresses of his workplace, his pregnant wife, and his crappy house. So we are taking deep breaths and being as positive and proactive as possible and trusting in our previous experience that really, things will be fine.

Thirteen weeks, six days

It’s been several weeks since the last post (not counting the one just now about getting violently sick while changing Thomas’ poopy diaper), mostly because not a lot has been happening. It appears that the twin pregnancy did finally resolve itself without any harm to the first, and we’ve had two reassuring ultrasounds.


The latest reassuring ultrasound, Monday November 26, 13 weeks and three days.

We have another appointment with Dr. Oliver on December 10, and then the important appointment with perinatal specialist Dr. David Berry (who may be better remembered as Dr. Binka-Binka) in January. This will be the set of scans that tells us for sure what is happening with all of the organ development and (we hope) will rule out the fetal anomalies that are such a scary part of my pregnancy history.

Meanwhile, I haven’t really had time to go around feeling pregnant like I did with Thomas (again, not counting losing entire meals into little wastebaskets, and not counting needing to pass out where I stand occasionally). It’s odd, but last time, I felt all thrilled and glowy all the time. Now I’m still just focused on Thomas, who is turning into the funniest, sweetest, smartest little guy. We’re doing this for him, so he can have a sibling to push around and be pushed around by, but I still worry that it’s not really the right thing. Am I going to be able to give a second child as much love and attention as I’ve given Thomas? Am I still going to be able to give Thomas as much love and attention as he’s used to and as he needs? How in the world am I going to go to the grocery store?

Six weeks, three days

Today has been a stressful one. We hope that what’s happening is that the second sac, the one that failed, is the cause of the more-than-just-spotting that’s been going on since about noon. That’s our theory, and our nurse tended to agree with it. At the ultrasound yesterday, all the measurements for Little Lentil looked good, and the measurements on the second sac seemed to indicate that it had stopped developing last week, so it would make sense that the body is tidying things up and that we’re saying goodbye to a twin who wasn’t meant to be.

Of course, there’s not much we can do at this point if more than that is happening. And on the phone with the nurse, I pretty much got her to admit as much. But we’re trying to be positive. Michael stayed home with me this afternoon so he could wrangle Thomas and I could lie down, and the symptoms have never escalated into anything truly scary. It’s just all anxiety-making, and I’m working on deep breathing and Thomas snuggling to fight that.

Plus reading all the cheerleading comments to yesterday’s good news on Facebook. This is why I broke the news early. I wanted our friends to be part of our being happy. And I know that if things don’t work out, those same friends will be stalwart in their support, which I will need.

For now, though, positive energy.

Six weeks, two days

Today’s sonogram appointment couldn’t have gone much better. Thomas behaved. He will have one brother or sister, not two or three (though it looks like a second might have tried to get started and not worked out). The fetal heartrate is 117 bpm, which is right in the normal range for six weeks (103-126 bpm). A week from Friday we’ll go back for another look, and if all is still well, I’ll be headed back to the wonderful Dr. Donell Oliver for the rest of the pregnancy.

You can just make out Little Lentil in this shot, the little lentil in the open sac-like spot at the very left of the non-heartbeat image. (The nurse was supposed to give us a shot of the heartbeat and one of the sac and baby, but instead of the one with the baby, she gave us a lovely image of my left ovary. Suitable for framing.)


Six weeks

The appleseed has become a lentil, and none of my jeans will button comfortably. Oyster crackers are a major food group, especially in the mornings. And our first sonogram is Monday afternoon, so we’ll get to see how things are really going in there.


Five weeks, two days

There was no way I was going to be able to hold out for 10 days without some idea of how things were going in there with our little appleseed. A little achy and a tiny bit of spotting was enough to give me some agita, so I thought to put my worries to rest with information and went and had bloodwork done this morning. And wow, are the numbers good. Progesterone is holding steady at 65, and the hCG is up at (ready for some precision?) 15,599. Erin, my nurse, said, “We’re looking for 7,000, so this is great.”

Then she says, “And I see we’ve got you down for your first sonogram next Monday, so we’ll see you then!”

It’s on my calendar.

Four weeks, five days

More labs, more good labs, though not numbers that continue to make me think twins. (Can I say “whew!” here without it coming back to bite me later?) Where normal hCG for today is 2320, mine is 3428. Progesterone is still up at 67, and that’s without any help. So now we wait until Monday the 8th for the six-week sonogram.

And, the nurse says, if I get anxious while I’m waiting, I can take one of my extra lab slips and go see the nice nurse at the pathology lab and get another blood draw for reassurance. So that’ll be fun.