So… it’s been two months since I last posted. How embarrassing. Since baby is due in January, I’m not entirely sure that I can promise much better for the next two months, but I will certainly try.
I had been hoping for a couple of months of pre-baby downtime, but instead we’ve had a somewhat chaotic end to the year.
In early November, Oliver brought a stomach bug home from daycare. Since we hadn’t been told there was anything going around, we assumed he was sick from something he’d eaten, and we got lax with our germ control. A few days later, J and I both got sick too. Immediately after that, Oliver caught a nasty cold, which he passed on to me before I was even fully recovered from the stomach bug. The cold went away about a week later, but the cough lingered, and began to get worse and worse, until I was regularly having long and painful coughing fits that strained my ribs.
In the meantime, Oliver fell from a very low window sill in our apartment and managed to fracture his leg. He couldn’t weight bear at all for several days, and we had to lift and carry him everywhere. If there was ever a good reason to stay fit during pregnancy, this was definitely it. I was so thankful to be physically able to take care of him during this time, since J was working some very long hours, including weekends.
Fast forward two weeks (35 weeks pregnant) and I was becoming desperate for something to suppress my increasingly violent cough, but no pharmacist or doctor wanted to give anything to me for fear of harming the baby (something I do not actually believe was a genuine risk at this stage of pregnancy). Less than a week later, during a particularly hard coughing fit, I felt a shift or crack in my back ribs, and was suddenly in excruciating, debilitating pain. After a trip to the ER, I came home with a Ventolin inhaler for my cough and some Tylenol (yes, Tylenol) for the ribs — “safe” for pregnancy, but largely ineffective in reducing either the cough or the pain.
I was bedridden for two full days, and had a level of pain that I would rank right up there with labour, but it turns out that a sprained rib is actually a great cough suppressant. It’s pretty hard to cough when you can barely move or breathe without pain…
Fortunately, my recovery has been incredibly quick. Two weeks later, my cough is about 80 percent better, and my ribs only hurt when I cough or when I lie on my right side. I have almost full mobility, and I can lift and carry things with ease — including the nearly 35-pound toddler. So we’re all doing okay now :).
For the first few days after the injury, I was terrified about the prospect of going into labour, because there would have been no way I’d have been able to get through it without having a c-section. Now I am definitely in the clear in that regard.
But the last two months certainly haven’t been all sickness and injury! On a more positive note, right up until the great rib incident of 2013, I was having a grand old time at the gym. I PR’d (that’s ‘personal record’ for my non-CrossFit readers) my back squat, front squat, shoulder press and chest press in the span of a few weeks. I completed the benchmark workout ‘Fran’ (21-15-9 thrusters [65 lbs] and pull-ups) in eight minutes at 30 weeks pregnant. I was still doing unmodified burpees, box jumps, push-ups, pull-ups, sit-ups, handstands, rope climbs and sprints at 35 weeks. I felt very strongly that I was on track to be working out right until the end of the pregnancy, so perhaps more than anything, the rib injury was a blow to my morale. That said, I’m feeling pretty good now. If I’m still feeling good on Thursday, I may yet be able to make a triumphant return to the gym at 38 weeks. We shall see…
Other than that, we are so not ready for this baby. I mean, we have all the ‘things’ we need, but our bedroom is in complete disarray (we are in the midst of a rather ill-timed Craigslist purge), I am still following up with sleep training clients, my hospital bag is not packed (though the baby’s is), and we don’t even have a 100 percent solid arrangement for Oliver’s care. Oh, and the baby doesn’t have a name! So for selfish reasons, I do hope this baby follows in his big brother’s footsteps and shows up at least a week late.
And that’s all the news that’s fit to print. Thanks for sticking with me through this period of gross blog negligence.
Happy New Year!