More Appointments

I had my final OB appointment a week ago and it was a little bitter sweet. I am glad that I am done with all my doctors appointments, but we have been visiting Dr. Gleeson and nurse Bev every two weeks since I was 5 weeks pregnant. They've watched my tummy grow and they took such good care of me, Lance and Isabelle. I really could not have asked for a better team to lead us into having our first child.  When I first took the at-home pregnancy test back November 18th, I called my provider to set up an appointment with an OB. The receptionist said, who would you like? I remember thinking, I have no idea! hahaha She said, how about Dr. Gleeson? I said sure, having no idea if he would be a good match for us or not. Luckily for us, he was. During our first visit with Dr. Gleeson we discovered that he was a huge Yankees baseball fan. The trash talking started from that very first visit. :) My mom went with me to my last appointment so she could watch Isabelle in the lobby. Once I was done, I went and brought Isabelle in to meet Dr. Gleeson in her special outfit.

She was decked out in her Angels onesie and a cute red headband. Of course when he went to take a picture with her, he stood in front of his big Yankee Stadium picture in his office. He told me he was going to put in my final doctors orders that we weren't allowed to take her to any Yankees games! hahahaha

Dr. Gleeson also mentioned that he read the report of my surgery and that Belle was actually head down in the birth canal but that she had her arm wrapped over her head. Which is why Dr. Bull decided to do the c-section. So she didn't actually flip herself back to a breech position as we first thought. Dr. Gleeson said he probably would have had me try and labor in hopes that during the labor process, Belle would have moved her arm and I could have had her naturally. The catch to that though is that if she didn't move her arm, I would have ended up having a c-section anyway after who knows how many hours of labor. It is what it is. A c-section was not my first choice, but we have a healthy baby and I'm forever grateful for that. My incision is healing well. It's actually more painful now than when I first got out of the hospital. My doctor said that's because all my nerves are growing back. Hopefully they will grow back quickly and the pain will go away.

Isabelle is growing and growing. At my last lactation appointment she was 8 lbs 6 oz. To me, she doesn't look any bigger, but then I look at those pictures of her first few days in the hospital and she definitely looks bigger from those pictures.

The best news of all......after 5 hard fought weeks.....yes....FIVE WEEKS, she is finally breast feeding correctly. She latches on without the nipple shield and she is pulling what she needs at each feeding. I think I could cry just typing this paragraph. I seriously didn't think it was going to happen. The lactation consultants kept saying she can still get this, but week after week I was wondering. I wasn't giving up on her though. Scratching the whole breast feeding thing had crossed my mind, oh, I don't know, 6 billion times the last 5 weeks, but now, she's got it. And this mama couldn't be prouder.

I hope everyone had a nice Labor Day weekend!!
Love,
Suzanne