A baby girl

This goes to show you how completely swamped and consumed you are when you already have one child, a toddler who demands your time no matter what. Our family welcomed a baby girl in March. She was 6.3lbs and 19 inches long born by c-section. A healthy, happy girl who is now 8.4lbs and nursing like a champion. My second c-section and third abdominal surgery was a bit traumatic. Our little one was transverse and lodged under my ribs and hard to get out, then I had adhesions that caused lots of bleeding and prolonged time on the table. By the time it was all said and done I was exhausted and by the time I got home completely anemic from acute blood loss. But now, 4 weeks later I am healing and getting around okay. Its tough managing a toddler and newborn, but God is with me and I will be okay. I am learning more and more each day and loving the joys and taking the sour with the sweet. I think this is it for me, but hubbie wants to give it another go for a boy. I say, two is plenty and had refused all conversation regarding another baby, but God is in control and His will will be done in my life. I look forward to seeing what he has pre-destined for me. Amen!

Week 17 Day 4

Almost able to announce what we are having.

What I've learned...this pregnancy is much different than my first and I believe this is a little boy. My baby likes to laze around and does not move that much. I can occassionally feel him roll and adjust but no kicking or anything like that. He also likes to hang out low in my uterus. Not sure if its due to the placenta implanting low or what, but that's where he lives. LOL!

Can't wait to know. I have tons of baby girl clothes, but I love to consignment shop so that won't break the bank.

We'll see...keep your fingers and toes crossed for a boy ;-)

Week 9, Day 3

First let me remember NOT to doubt myself. I was right on target with the babies due date.

We saw and heard our little Limabean on Thursday! The sonographer confirmed we were exactly 8w6d on Thursday. So I am not a week behind!!! Baby is due March 30th and we are already planning for a c-section on March 26th.

I told my boss and co-workers right after I got back. They are all excited for me and my husband.

A very great day. I am still with my nausea and having to eat every 3 hours to stave off the morning sickness. I am sort of tired of eating at this rate but of course, I do what I got to do.

Week 6, Day 4

So a lot has happened since my last post. I went to the doctor for a u/s last week and found that I am not as far along in the pregnancy as I thought. The sono tech said that there was only the beginning of a pregnancy in my womb, no baby to see although I am definitely pregnant. I take that to mean that there was only a gestational sac in there at the time. Mr. Limabean Sr. was panicked, demanding to know whether or not I am pregnant and how far along I am. The sono tech told him I am definitely pregnant, but could not give any indication of the how far along part. Mr. Limabean Sr. was scared and just shut down. I on the other hand just summed it up to ovulating late (since I had had a 35 day cycle in April). I realized that I was only 4w2d when I tested positive for pregnancy and that it was even more of a miracle to me since I ovulated late and nothing was timed or planned. What a great blessing. So I was supposed to go to get another u/s this week, but I am putting it off until I am 8 weeks. That way there will be no questions and Mr. Limabean can see a strong heartbeat…or two.

Why do I say or two? Well, a few of my family members including myself have seen this vision of me with twin boys. I saw it before I had my first daughter, then my sister saw it and finally my daughter’s God mother. I am eating like crazy with this pregnancy and it is lots of protein. I have to eat every 3 hours or I start to feel sick and again, it can’t be junk, it has to be protein…steak and potato, beef stew and jasmine rice with ginger, sausage, egg and cheese biscuit. Don’t get me wrong I do want the occasional sweet, but the desire for protein is much more overpowering. Every pregnancy is different but with my first, I barely wanted food period. I had great loss of appetite, but not with this pregnancy. So, I have said from the start I feel it is a boy. I knew with my first it was a girl although I did not want to admit it, but I claim a boy with this one and continue to say so. We’ll know in 14 more weeks though. LOL!!!

This week my breasts are still sore and I don’t want anything to do with sex. I’ve had an aversion to chicken, but woke up this morning craving Chick-fil-A and went and got it and tore it up. Only half the sandwich though because I get sick if I eat too much. I also have a TART lemonade. I felt some indigestion coming on because I ate a bit more than I should have and am now munching on ginger snaps that my co-worker purchased for me yesterday.

Let me add that the fatigue has caused me to take naps at work much like last time. So far only one person here officially knows about the pregnancy, but I’ll let the cat out of the bag in a couple of weeks and after the u/s. The news is too good to keep for 12 weeks. LOL!!!

Lil' Limabean - Week 5 Day 3

Well its been quite some time, but I am back now to report that I am preggers with baby no. 2, naturally and by the grace of God. I just got a PPT on Sunday after much waiting and wondering. I was skeptical that I was pregnant despite the obvious signs that I was exhibiting. One night I was compelled to take a prenatal vitamon and omega - 3 supplement, then there was the intense craving for seafood and especially fish, then the strange sensations in my breast...almost as if milk was letting down. Add in the missed period on day 28 - 35 and you got it, two very pink lines that showed up immediately on my pregnancy test that I purchased from the dollar store. LOL! Boy have things changed since the first go at this. Back then I believed only the best digital pregnancy tests would do. But now, I know that when you are pregnant, a test for $1 will tell the story just as well as th $20 test.

So I am back to tell my story, because of course I want to capture every moment and see the differences between my first pregnancy and this one. I don't want to be the pregnant lady who is always talking about being pregnant to my family and friends, so I will pour our my thoughts here and be content.

I'l be back to tell more about this journey to a PPT because it was not as quick as I had originally hoped, but nonetheless it is a HUGE blessing. As my little one turns two this week, I cannot help be happy that Mommie is going to be able to give her that little sibling to grow up with that is close to her age. I am excited as she and I go on this journey together. She has been rubbing my breast as if she knew something was going on there. She is such a darling little butterbean.

I am hoping and praying for a boy and feel as if it will be a boy and that's why we'll call this baby Lil' Limabean.

Thanks for journeying with me and check back frequently for updates.

There is Hope!

I wanted to thank you all for coming along with me on my journey in the birth of my daughter. I will not be posting here anymore but will leave the blog active in case someone else can find some helpful information here.

If you are struggling with fertility and have issues similar to what I had, I want to encourage you and let you know that there is hope. It can and will happen, just keep the faith and never give up on your dream to conceive.

Many Blessings,

The Rebound Girl

The C-Section Experience

Since Lil' Butterbean did not come on her own, we went in for our scheduled section as planned.


We arrived to the hospital around 8:00am and were immediately given our consents to fill out. Then sat in the lobby with my MIL and neice for about 15 minutes before they came and took us back.


Both my husband and I undressed, I put on the hospital gown and he put on scrubs and a head bonnet. He looked like a doctor and I kept teasing him about it. Before that they sent him out to eat something and stated that they do not allow anyone back without them having eaten. We certainly did not want him to pass out, so he rushed off to eat and then came back. By then I had been shaven to prep the surgical area, given a IV with saline and a baby monitor put on. It was so cool to hear Lil' Butterbean's heartbeat like that. It was also one thing I enjoyed since I thought I would miss out on that having a section. Her hb was around 125 the whole while, but with my lying on my back she did not care for it so I had to roll to my left side, which has always been her favorite side. Soon we were tagged and I was taken back to the OR to get the spinal block.


Talk about an anxious walk. I had prayed and encouraged myself by reminding myself that God had brought us this far and now it was up to me to be brave and not fear the spinal. He has proven to me the type of God He is and the least I could do is face this next hurdle with faith. Prior to getting the block, the anesthesiologist came in to brief me. We spoke about drug interactions. I told him how when I had the myomectomy some drug I was given made me itch. He identified it as duramorph and said I would also get it this time, then advised me to ask the nurse for something to conteract the itching. We discussed my arms being restrained, because I did not want that. He told me it'd be loosely tied and not to fear it. Of course my request that my husband come back with me for the spinal was shot down. It was against hospital policy. So I walked back and went in to the very cold OR with the nurse. She was fantastic in comforting me. I sat on the side of the bed and rolled forward and the anethesiologist did his thing. One shot to numb me a bit and then the spinal block. Just a little bit of burning,nothing serious at all. next thing I knew my legs were tingling and getting numb. They had me lay flat. My OB was there prepping. Everyone introduced themselves and it was a beautiful thing.


My husband came in last armed with the camera. By then I was having some anxiety because I was trying to move my legs and could not. I literally started freaking. I told my husband I did not think I could do this. He immediately began to comfort me and I could feel him holding one of my arms that had not been tied down. I can tell you now I see why they tie the arms down, because I would have been flalling them all around if they had not. What's more it was VERY loosely tied down, not like Frankenstein at all. At any rate, my anethesiologist kept asking me how I was doing and monitoring everything. I told him I was completely freaking out, so he gave me something because I got better and calmer. He gave me oxygen and told me I was doing great. My BP had dropped a tad so that was contributing to my anxiety. Mr. Butterbean Sr. reassured me and told me his focus was on me and making sure I was okay. That put me at ease.

I could feel pulling and tugging and hear my OB talking a bit. I think I heard him mention adhesions from the myomectomy. I am going to order his operative report to get all the details. I felt tugging and pulling. Then lots of tugging and pulling and then I felt like I was empty. I told my husband 'I am empty'. Then I heard our miracle crying and my husband say 'Oh look at her'. I could hear in his voice that he was overwhelmed. I just continued to take it all in as I listened to Lil' Butterbean cry and cry. I told myself in advance I would not get upset with her crying and me not being able to comfort her immediately, because she needed to cry to clearn her lungs out. Her apgar was high, but she had a little bit of difficulty breathing becuase she had fluid that had not had a chance to be squeezed out since she did not come down the birth canal. She cried and and soon my husband went over to see her. Then he was back with me. After a few more moments they brought her over for me to see and then took her back for some additonal stuff they do. After that, they gave her to my husband and he brought her over to me and I just stared into her little, precious face. Our miracle was here!!! The staff was nice enough to take photos and I tell you, they all seemed to genuinely care. The anesthesiologist commented on how beautiful she was and what a blessing she was. I could not have agreed more.

In the meantime my doctor was stitching me up and opted to do the staples and an injection to help reduce keloids for me (since I had gotten some from the myomectomy scar). After he was done, he told me everything went wonderfully and then commented that he followed all my instructions (from my birthing plan). He told the OR 'Oh yes, she had a list of instructions for me and I followed them all'. I just laughed. My husband then commented that we'd see him three more times for three more babies and our OB stated 'I don't take that as a threat. Just don't call me when the tuition bills come in'. It was a very nice atmosphere.

They took my oxygen away and took out the epidural. Transfered me to another bed and took me back to recovery. They put Lil' Butterbean on the bed, between my legs and we both went back to recovery where the nurse immediately took vitals and then put her to my breast for feeding. She latched on and had her first meal. Shortly after they came to take her in for a bath and I took a nap, then I was moved to my room and the baby soon followed. My fear of being separated from her was unfounded. They wanted her with me at all times and once we got in my room, she never left except for her hearing tests and weigh ins. I was VERY pleased with the service. We went to breast feeding classes and everything and lactation consultants came by the room to visit us. The entire experience was a blessing and I can't wait to do this again. Yes, i am already ready for the next baby. The doctor says we should wait 9-12 months.

A few days after the staples were but in, they were removed and steristrips put on. Removal was painless, just tiny pinches if that. I was actually up and out of bed that night. My legs were back within a few hours. Getting up the same day is really the best thing and helps you heal faster. By noon the next day my cathether was out (they put that in after the spinal so I did not feel a thing) and I was using the bathroom on my own and they took the IV out. The nurses said I was acting like a vaginal birth instead of a c-section. I credit this to the experience from the myomectomy and lots of faith in God! I barely needed any pain meds. It was not so much for the c-section pain, but for the pain from my uterus contracting when Lil' Butterbean was nursing. Ouch! But the beauty of it is, is my uterus was contracting quickly (they have to check this and it hurt a bit but nothing unbearable). The nurse actually pushes on the uterus to see where it is. They had given me pitocin immediately after the surgery to help with the uterus contracting too.

I stayed in the hospital for 4 days because that is what my insurance covered and I was able to get 3 meals a day and all the help I needed while healing.

Now 3 weeks out, I feel great. It was not a hard thing to care for Lil' Butterbean with the c-section. God gave me the strength to do what I needed to do to get the job done. The c-section experience was not bad like I thought, I did not feel slighted and like I said I can't wait to do it again!

My miracle is here and I could not be happier or prouder.