We had a follow-up fetal echo earlier this week, since the kid was flipping around so much at the
last heart appointment. While the doctor told me this was the longest appointment he'd ever had when everything looked good, the key thing is EVERYTHING LOOKED GOOD. No signs of thickening or heart defects which are more common in uncontrolled diabetes. They saw just about everything they needed to see. All is well, at least this week.
I keep adjusting my own overnight basals, because frankly, it's easier to do that than to do the rigamarole of manually writing down blood sugars, boluses, basals, and carb counts and faxing them off to my doctor. For the past few days, my overnights have been pretty stable, which pleases me.
Baby L kicks regularly now. So much that I've wondered if perhaps the kicking is a sign of distress. But then I stop torturing myself and go back to just enjoying the feeling.
Ankles larger, but not freakishly so.
Stomach getting larger every day, but the scale, thankfully, isn't increasing exponentially. I'm maybe only two pounds heavier since my last doc visit a few weeks ago.
Oh, we ordered baby furniture last weekend, after debating the virtues of getting most of it secondhand (cribs, apparently, are not recommended for this, because of SIDS concerns), or going to a number of baby furniture stores in our area. Despite the fact that we buy ourselves secondhand furniture on Craigslist all the time, and that my husband has become something of a CL addict (more on this in a later post), we ended up buying pretty pricey new furniture that we expect this kid to use until it trots off to college. Except for the crib.
And yesterday, rather than do actual work and meet actual deadlines (um, I have a writing assignment due in 12 hours I haven't begun writing yet. Only 125 words, though), I spent the day calling potential pediatrician offices to schedule "get to know you" appointments and researched the differences between a baby nurse, a postpartum doula, and general newborn home care. I realize the majority of new mothers get it together enough to take their own kid home from the hospital and figure out what to do that first week on their own, but friends have said if we can afford to hire help that first week, particularly after recovering from a c-section, it's totally worth it. Family members have also generously offered to cover the costs, so now I need to find someone.
The first place I called, recommended from a friend, is already booked in April. Another place, also recommended, doesn't have a website (!) and is mailing me information. I also read new parent bulletin boards which debated the pros and cons of hiring someone, and the differences between a baby nurse (takes care of the baby, may be less likely to encourage breast feeding, according to one comment I read) and a postpartum doula (takes care of the mother, seems more into the idea of natural births and such, so how will one work with me, who is having a scheduled, likely to be highly-assisted, c-section and owes most of her existence to intense Western medical care?). Have any of you out there hired help for the week after you gave birth, and if so, what'd you think of the experience?
(And yes, while our families live nearby, I honestly think it's better to hire non-family who can help us on either a 24-hour or overnight basis, and I think that's a lot to ask of approaching-elderly parents, some of whom have a number of their own health/personal needs. Plus, one of them is a chain smoker and that's NOT what I want to deal with the week I get home from having a kid.)
This weekend, we have to analyze the three day care contenders we liked best (we've looked at about five or six over the past few weeks), figure out if we're actually going to use them (Mr. L. would love for me to stay home full time with the baby for a year, but knowing how much I love to work, I think it might drive me insane. Then again, I've never raised a child, so how do I know what I'm going to do? Maybe I'll end up wanting to stay home for a year.) We are also doing a bunch of painting and I still need to clean out the future baby's room of all my books and papers and stuff. To that extent, I've made about $80 selling used books to local bookstores recently, and while I thought twice yesterday about selling a few titles (my seventh grade copy of Romeo & Juliet and West Side Story in one volume, for example, or a gift of Stephen Crane's collected works from a now-deceased relative that I never cracked open), I think I'll be OK with letting those titles go to someone who will appreciate them.