Lucky in love: Pregnancy numero 2

It has been a while since I put up pictures, so if you make it through this, or scroll down, you will be graced with them :) Either way, I wont judge you.

Let me first confirm the suspicions. We made it through the holidays. We both felt a little out of place and floundering. We were caught really off guard and even though we had lots of family to do things with, it felt family-less because we've done holidays with inlaws, parents and solo. This was just new to us. It was super fun and full of craziness and lots of blessings. We are grateful to have so many people looking out for us.

I'll do a holiday blog later. Today is about me and my pregnancy.

So. My sister has a friend that works in the best hospital in the state. Not just in the hospital, in the delivery ward. She knows her doctors and her practices. When she found out who my doctor was she commended my choice, but not the practice and told me their C section rate was 30%. I did my research and one went so far as to say 40%.

Now, I am not saying anything is wrong with C sections. If me or my baby are in danger and need to get it done then cut me up! But they are something I would rather avoid. Before getting pregnant this was actually a big fear of mine. I have been thinking about it a lot because when I delivered Chloe the nurses told me if anyone but Dr Judd had been there I would've had a C section. Having just delivered a healthy baby girl, I wasn't thinking about baby #2 and didnt persue that train of though. Now, I am.

I've been freaking out. I've been looking into other practices, asking around, trying to figure out how I could have ever gone with this doctor when this is how it was going to turn out. I finally called my old doctor's office and talked to a nurse. She said they didnt have my delivery on file, I would have to call the hospital for that. But she talked to me about what the doctors and nurses told me during the labor and what that would mean. She was very honest with me and we came to the conclusion that Chloe's delivery was a one time occurance. She happened to be the right size to get stuck, happened to be in the wrong position, and it wouldn't likely happen again.

It could be me. So I am sending for my records to find out if I am a high risk pregnancy. Just in case. Personally, and in my currently rational state of mind, I think they would've warned me if I was. Like, "hey, by the way, next time you deliver, WATCH OUT!" or something else less subtle.

As for now, I am sticking with my doctor and going to talk to him about my fears at my next appointment. If he doesn't think I will get what I want then I'll move on. But until I talk to him I am keeping my research to a minimum. The thing Dr Judd's nurse said that calmed me was that Dr Judd is a one of a kind doctor. No one is trained with forceps anymore. Most weren't in the first place. I had a one time experience with him and chances are I'll never have that again. You think this wouldn't be what calmed me down. But it did. It made me realize I was lucky to have him for a doctor and that I will have good doctors, I just wont have him.

When God told Jamie and I that we were supposed to be in Georgia we listened. When God told us to have another baby, we listened. He wouldn't make those mutually exlusive. We know we're in good hands and we trust Him.

A more interesting blog is on its way. Just, wanted to get this out. Thanks for sticking it out, or for those scrollers only, here are the promised pictures. You first group, you earned it :)