Code Name

Living in a small town, sometimes it's hard to keep a private life very private. I know, it seems funny in such a small town. But the LOL network - the Little Old Lady network - is pretty much paparazzi without the zoom lens. Hard as it sometimes is, my family has always kept private things as close to the homestead as possible. So when the concept of putting names, faces, etc. out on the most public place of all (even though I'm pretty sure no one reads this jibberish anyway!) it put them a little on the defensive. So, I promised to try and refrain from using names over the airwaves. To protect the innocent, of course.

With the impending release of the most innocent of all - my first child - I had been pondering what to call her on the bliggity blog. As it always happens with me, I was doing my best thinking just as I was falling asleep last night, and here's how the Thought-Go-Round went ...

Well, her name is going to start with a Q. I could just use that and call her Q, but I think I can do better. Hm. One of my KC friends calls newbies 'bee-bees' so I guess I could call her 'the beebee.' Not right either. I could combine the two: beebee Q. Oh, cripes. Beebee Q. Heh. Say it out loud: BBQ.

BWA-HAHAHAHA!! That's it. A nickname (and a daughter) is born: BBQ. Arriving January 4th.

Plan Q

The last few months have been spent prepping the nest for baby's arrival. The showers were had, the layette was washed (in baby detergent, no softener), the hospital bag was packed, the birth plan was done ... the plans were made and everything was falling into place.

But this afternoon, I learned my first lesson in 'planning things when it comes to baby'. That lesson is: don't do it. :) The DH and I went to our appointment, and the doc did the first ultrasound he'd done in a few months. But wait, at 37 weeks, ain't that supposed to be where her HEAD is? And scrolling up, ain't that supposed to be where her butt is? Yep. Defying the first instructions she was ever given ("Hey kid, all you gotta do is cooperate, and I'll do the rest."), Baby Q is breech.

So, for the next 20 minutes or so, the DH and I were bombarded with new information and what the options are for little Q now. Doc said to be on the lookout, since breech babies tend to come early. And, weather systems have an influence on birthin', so we're on high alert. We live about 45 minutes away from the hospital, so with all this crazy weather, I've been quarantined for the last couple of days with the in-laws who live about 10 minutes away from hospital.

If I'm able to make it through this weather and not have my timer go off, then we're going in on Tuesday to try and turn her. If that's successful, we're going ahead with this deal. If it doesn't work, then we're scheduling a c-section for sometime very soon, likely later next week sometime.

So, at this point, everyone's just kind of waiting around for something to happen. I feel a little like a time bomb ... no, not the red wire, the BLUE one! ... But, this has been a good lesson for me and the DH: to heck with Plan A, Plan B, or even Plan K. Guess we'd better just get used to going with Plan Q for a while!

Who has this kind'a time?

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Women DO this??

I have a couple of friends who have had babies lately, and apparently, in all the preps that go into getting ready for an arrival, you also need a birth plan.

In my head, I'm thinking that birth plans are really more for those women who have, er, more eccentric notions of child birth than I do. But I don't want a tub of warm water present, I don't need burning herbs, birth coaches aren't my thing, I could care less if the Air Force marching band is playing next door (I might actually find that motivating!). All I really care to have at the end of this is a healthy baby. 10 fingers, 10 toes, breathing, spurting, etc. But, the friends insisted this plan was not an option.

Fine. I got online and found a birth plan that you just go through and check the things you want/don't want. That's what I'm about: no nonsense, just vote yes or no.

It starts out very mundane. Name, Doctor's name, etc. Then, it gets into preferences for Labor. "Please don't so any prep until/unless I request it." Sure, that sounds reasonable. "I would like to play my own music." Duh, I would think that would be obvious.

And on it goes. No big deal. Until.

The Delivery section contains a number of options, including: "I would like (coach) to help catch the baby." "I would like (other) to help catch the baby."

"I WOULD LIKE TO HELP CATCH THE BABY."

WHATINTHESAMHELL??!!! I would like to help catch my own baby?! I cannot even fathom the mechanics necessary to achieve this act. Perhaps a frog-like squat allows for this option? I mean, isn't that a little like being able to pitch a baseball to yourself? This has got to be a trick question, and I'm not falling for it. 'No'. Check.

Then, after I've gotten over this shock/awe/laughter, I get to the After Birth section. Blah, blah, question, question, then "Please show me the placenta after it is delivered." Nah, just put mine in a jar so I can bury it in the back yard. YAK!! NO! I JUST WANT TO HAVE A BABY!! DEAR GOD, LET ME BE DONE WITH THIS STUPID PLAN!!

Not soon enough, and I have my birth plan. Whew. I sure hope the Q appreciates this effort. Watch me not even remember it when I get to the hospital.