When my ob-gyn and pediatrician asked us if we were going to circumcise our son, my husband and I didn't hesitate for a second. We both quickly said, "Yes!" On our last day in the maternity ward, our doctor swooped by and took our son into another room where she clipped away at his nether regions. In what seemed like minutes, she was back with our newly circumcised boy. She quickly told us how to care for it and was off to deliver another baby. To see what happened, read more
A regular at the nonstress test clinic, the staff and I have become rather familiar with each other. Yesterday, however, I met a new clinician in training. Nice as could be, she was clearly not as experienced as the other ladies. First, she squirted ice cold gel on my belly instead of the typically warmed substance. As she began to rub the wand over my stomach, I told her that we were keeping the gender a surprise. She said, "Well that's good because I probably wouldn't be able to tell you anyway!" I shot my husband a look across the room. If the technician can't tell me the difference between a boy and a girl baby at 37 weeks, what exactly can she tell?
Often the best way to learn something is to use a hands-on approach, which was clearly the method being practiced. I was happy to be lab rat for the afternoon, but I also felt a tad cheated. Maybe by next week's visit, and God please let there be one, she will have it all figured out or maybe, just maybe, I'll see one of my old friends instead.
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On top of regular exams and doctor's appointments I have scheduled, I made it a point to get my flu shot last week to help prevent my unborn child and I from getting knocked out with the nasty illness. Before she gave it to me, my OB/GYN also told me that I will need a Dtap (diphtheria, tetanus, and pertussis) vaccine soon after my delivery.
Although children are often vaccinated with the Dtap vaccine at two, four and six months of age, the shots may not take effect until the child has received one or two of them. Parents who contract pertussis, better known as the whooping cough, may not suffer too badly from it but can easily pass it onto their newborn who cannot fight it with the same adult strength. For that reason, doctors recommend both parents get the vaccine. So guess who's off to their doctor next week? You guessed it — good old hubby.
If you've been keeping up with my babysugar Diaries, you'll know that I'm having to go in for weekly non-stress tests to monitor my amniotic fluid levels. During my last exam, my nurse became concerned by the frequency and strength of the contractions I was having. For obvious reasons, I have started to prepare myself for a possible earlier due date.
Last time around, I packed my bag around the 38th week. This time, I'm starting to make my list so I can pack up my things this weekend. To see what I'm planning on taking, read more
Lilsugar mamas came to my rescue! After much begging and pleading, you loyal lil readers provided me with some insightful tunes as I get ready for my next trip to the delivery room. I haven't begun to download the recommendations yet, but I am excited to get started. Here are your best bets for laboring:
- "Beautiful Boy" by John Lennon
- "God Only Knows" by the Beach Boys
- "Blackbird" by the Beatles
- "Lullabye" by the Dixie Chicks
- "Little Star" by Madonna
To see the other 25 plus songs, read more
Halloween is quickly approaching and I'm at a loss for what to do for a costume. Now, I'm not certain I'm down with the idea of parents dressing up with the tot, but if I decide to dress up, this would certainly fit the bill.
Tell me, do you think I, babysugar, should go for the bun in the oven costume ($45) and have my husband be the bun maker ($24)? Perhaps we should dress our child up as a loaf of bread to go along with the bun we have in the oven. I have two issues with the gear: the bun is quite suggestive if you know what I mean and, would there be space for my eight-month belly in this boxy suit?
When my doctor told me I needed weekly nonstress tests due to excess amniotic fluid, I assumed I would dread them as they would become another task to add to my already insanely hectic schedule. In one week alone, I've attended a wedding in Sun Valley, ID, celebrated my birthday, moved houses, and attended two doctor's appointments.
As I sat at my house waiting on the cable guy, my nanny chatted my ear off and I chummed it up with my friendly neighbor. All the while, I needed to finish some work and do one final sweep of my old place. Amid it all, I begrudgingly rushed off for my nonstress test. Not knowing what to expect, I was hooked up to the same type of monitors as I was during labor. The nurse turned off the lights and instructed me to relax on the table for 30 minutes. Ahem? I perked up and excitedly agreed to the tough order. Uninterrupted time to myself where I am forced to stop and breathe seemed like an unattainable dream come true. It turns out that getting away for a nonstress test may be just what the doctor and mama ordered. I can't wait for next week's appointment! Stress, what stress?
I've heard of all sorts of reasons for women to go on bed rest or deal with weekly stress tests, but I'd never heard of a woman having too much amniotic fluid. Such is my problem. Luckily for me, I am borderline which gives the medical professionals enough reason to monitor me with ultrasounds on a weekly basis for the duration of my pregnancy. In my case, I'll probably just swell more than the average person and may potentially need to deliver early should the placenta stop doing its job.
To learn more about my situation, read more
There are many myths about predicting an unborn baby's gender. From dangling a ring above the belly to craving sweets or meats, I've tested almost all of them to guess my child's sex. Recently, a mom friend of mine asked me a list of questions hoping to gain insight into the boy versus girl world. Her last question threw me for a loop. She quizzed me, "Is your pee bright yellow?" Surprised by the query, I said, "Funny you should ask. . . just this morning I was surprised that it was almost Gatorade-like yellow!" She said, "BOY! I'm calling it now. It's a boy!"
She claimed that her son's pregnancy brought out a plethora of neon yellow fluids unlike her daughter. I thought maybe I was dehydrated and she agreed that was her initial reaction, too. But after months of it, she concluded it was the baby's sex. I guess we shall see in a couple of short months what the outcome is. But I'm dying to know, did any of you experience the "yellow" phenomenon?