Being pregnant this time was completely different from Magnus.  I didn’t suffer from the near constant morning sickness, my blood pressure  stayed well within acceptable range (in fact I had some of the best & lowest blood pressure readings during this pregnancy), I didn’t gain any weight & other than being tired I felt great.

We decided that this time we would find out the sex of the baby at our 20 week ultrasound.  To our delight we were told that a baby girl was on the way, due September 30th.  Since I’d had a c-section with Magnus & I hadn’t yet made the 2 year mark to try for vbac (vaginal birth after caesarean) this would also be a c-section delivery & I scheduled the birth for September 23.  Everything was well on track going into the last week of August.

Looking at the number on the scale I was dismayed to discover I had gained 10 pounds in the last 2 weeks.  I brushed it off though because I was pregnant & moving into my last month…some weight gain is to be expected.  Then the nurse took my blood pressure & it was 139/90…not a good sign but again I had been rushing around so elevated blood pressure is to be expected.  My OB came in & we talked about how I was feeling, whether the baby was moving etc.

After my high blood pressure reading & hearing that Marit wasn’t doing a lot of active moving, Dr Scott decided to put me on the non-stress test.  That means sitting very still for at least a half hour with monitors strapped to your belly.  Magnus was being pretty cooperative so I relaxed as best I could & waited to see what the results would be.  After about 45 minutes the nurse came in & said that since there just wasn’t enough movement I was being sent down to maternal-fetal medicine for a BPP (biophysical profile) ultrasound.  I called Abe & had him meet me at the hospital complex.  The ultrasound took a long time because they were looking for practice breathing & other signs that Marit was okay.

We were told that the amniotic fluid was quite low & therefore I was to go to the labor & delivery area of the Women’s Center & check in.  I signed a bunch of paperwork, got into a hospital gown & a delivery bed.  Out the window went our anniversary plans & our trip to Duluth…I was nervous, scared & crying.  Dr Scott informed me that I was a guest for at least the night & that I was confined to a clear liquid diet.  I was really upset. Partly because our plans were changed but mostly because I was worried about Marit, how Magnus would deal with being away from me for the first time & how Abe was going to juggle Magnus at home & me in the hospital.

On Thursday morning I was taken over to the ultrasound room to see if the high volume of IV fluid I was given overnight had pumped up the amniotic fluid level.  Looking at that ultrasound, hearing Marit’s heartbeat I was on edge.  It was nerve wracking to wait for Dr Heddleston to come in & talk to me about what our options were.  When he walked in he barely glanced at the monitor & then told me very calmly yet firmly that I was having a baby that day.  The amniotic fluid was only 2cm in the largest pocket…that means I had almost no fluid left for Marit.

There aren’t words to describe how scared I was hearing that news.  I plastered a smile on my face & nodded as I heard the news that my precious baby girl was arriving 5 weeks early & there was no way of knowing what would happen once she was delivered.  Dr Heddleston left & I was led back to my room.  I was bawling my eyes out & trying to call Abe to tell him that he was going to have to leave work because I needed him at the hospital.

A couple hours later I was wheeled into the OR & the prep for the spinal injection started while the nurses counted out all the instruments that the doctors would need.  I breathed as slowly as I could & tried to block out the rising nervousness as the minute hand crept closer to noon.  Then the doctors were in there, the blue shield went up & Abe was holding my left hand.

Marit Abelin Eileen arrived via c-section at 12:13 pm September 1, 2011.  She was 4lbs 5 oz & 18 1/2” long.  Hearing her cry for the first time is one of the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard.  Knowing she was out & her lungs were strong enough to announce her arrival was reassuring.  We were allowed on quick photo with our girl before she was whisked out of the room in an incubator & on her way to NICU.  The rest of the surgery passed in a blur & I was soon back in my room recovering & waiting to be sent upstairs to the maternal unit.

I don’t remember many of the details between recovery & the first time I held Marit.  Her teeny little body snuggled into mine & I felt peace swell inside me.  She seemed to be searching for food so I cradled her to my left side & encouraged her to nurse.  Again she was completely different than Magnus.  Rather than having to work at it Marit readily latched on & nursed with no problem.  We snuggled in the bed & bonded while life flowed on around us.  We were visited by many family members who were ecstatic to welcome a new person into our clan.

I’m beyond thankful that our little girl, our miracle surprise, spent less time in NICU than I did in recovery after the surgery.  She was allowed to come home when I was & has been steadily gaining weight ever since.  Marit is still teeny, no bigger than a minute, but I know that with time she’ll grow & be as strong, healthy & fun as her big brother.

This year was no different.  We all gathered in the sun, finding shade as we could, and passed the youngest baby around (Julianna) while Magnus also made the rounds as his usual charming self.  It was really good to see some of the relatives that haven’t made the long trip down from the family homestead in Roseau, MN for several years.  As always we are already looking forward to next year…we will have added a new face to the crowd & hopefully my BIL Pete will be safely home from Iraq to join us.

My sis-in-law & her 3 kids

There’s a lot more that happened that weekend but it was so drama filled that I can’t even deal with writing it all down here… so moving on!

On Independence Day we left the Cities fairly early in the day & headed south toward home.  Since we had time we decided to make a trip to my folks & check out the tornado damage that had been wrought on Friday night.  We stopped at my brother TJ’s house first.  There wasn’t a lot of damage there…some large trees were downed & they knocked off the back porch and smashed into the bay window in the dining room.  Messy but compared to the people who lost roofs not terrible.  It was a long day with all the driving but nice to see that everybody was safe.  We even managed to do a few sparklers for the little kids.

After the long weekend July was a tough month.  Magnus had rotovirus (so many very icky diapers), then a cold, a head trauma (cart diving for babies), a double ear infection & he cut a new tooth.  I should mention the oppressive heat & humidity that came with July.  Far more than normal & it was my least favorite time to be pregnant.  We had over two weeks where the heat index was 100+…I am very happy to have that behind us though a few hot days before autumn sets in for good.