So, Dr. Nerdy Professor pronounced me good as gold at my six week checkup. Well, he wasn't exactly that positive, but I fill in what he leaves out. We did ask him how long we would need to wait to try for another one. He responded, without flinching, "three months."
I thought my darling husband was going to fall out of his chair. I think he was expecting an answer of six months to a year at the least. When we questioned Dr. Nerdy Professor he went into his speech about my advancing maternal age...cough, sputter. Though it would be optimal to wait two years, he said, because of my advancing maternal age, I should get on with it if I plan on having another. Well, isn't that nice?! I had to laugh as he looked at my darling husband, of advanced paternal age, and rattled on about the risks of me having children after age 35.
So, we are pondering the issue of siblings. As light-hearted as I would like to be about it, I do have serious emotional quandaries. We lost five children before Gabe...five precious babies. Is it morally right for me to try again with all of the hoopla that accompanies procreation in my household (IVF, or IUI, etc.)? Is it acceptable for me not to try to give Gabe a sibling?
In my gut, I know I have to try again. It is one of those decisions that is not made by the theologian in me, or the reasoned adult. It is far more primal; I don't think I can rest until I have at least tried. Don't get me wrong--when I heard the doctor talking about hysterectomy while I was lying on the table after Gabe was born, I thanked God for this beautiful boy they just pulled out of my belly and knew that he was MORE than enough. If Dr. Nerdy Professor had not stopped the bleeding and fixed my old rickety uterus with its placenta accreta, it would have been okay.
But, now that Dr. Nerdy Professor has pronounced me capable of trying again, I feel I must. So, hubby and I will reevaluate that option in a few months.
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Now, on to the state of the weight. What's up with this post-partum weight loss deal? I was so excited the first two weeks. The weight loss fairy came to visit me and I lost approximately 29 lbs without trying. It was beautiful; it was like Mrs. Claus came to visit. BUT, since then, since TRYING to lose weight over the past five weeks, I have had a measly two to three pound loss. Hello...what's up with that? I take my post-partum butt out for a walk/jog each day now for 45 mins. I eat veggies and lettuce. I want the weight loss fairy to come back!
Meanwhile, my lil piggers is downing this milk/formula stuff and gaining a pound a week. I don't understand how that happens! It is a wondrous process, but beyond my metabolic processing wisdom.
I am blessed. Blessed to have my health, blessed to have decisions to make, blessed to be able. I know that. I am grateful for that. This holiday season I will no longer be reflecting on where I've been and where I still need to go. I'm there now; I will treasure the journey as it unfolds and pray for the wisdom to appreciate all of the nuances along the way.
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And if those last few pounds don't come off, we will love you just the same. Maybe even a few pounds more!! :-)
my weight got stuck too at pretty much the same place despite all my walks, etc. am starting these post natal exercise classes you can bring baby to next week...
Sweetie, I was 40-years old when I had my babies. Fourty! I was so old they didn't write down "advanced maternal age" on my chart, they called it "senile" something. Yes, senile. You're just a spring chicken!!! If you feel the pull to have another baby, I think you should.
Tulip
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