mommawebb
Momma Webb
Hello! My name is Emaly Webb, and I am an army wife and a momma. Join me on my journey through this pregnancy and motherhood as a whole đź’›
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2 months Postpartum
James Thomas Webb made his appearance on August 12, 2020 at 7:19PM. I went in for an OB appt and my husband came too to tell them that I was having seizures. I had the diagnosis of gestational hypertension and was in and out of labor and delivery. I was 35 weeks and a day when I went in for that appt. The OB looked at us and I couldn’t believe what she said: “I highly doubt they’re seizures. Sounds more like muscle spasms, but I will still send you to Labor and Delivery.”
Tyler went to the car and I went upstairs. I sat in the triage room and waited as people walked in and out of the room. I snatched James roll and tumble in my belly, pushing it all out and watching his small hands and feet petrude out of my belly. I told someone about my seizures and told them that the girl downstairs said they were muscle spasms. He looked at me funny and believed every word I said. I even had Tyler on the phone with me, in case they needed his input. Finally, 2 nurses came in and tested me for COVID-19, and when they got the negative result, I was put in a delivery room.
Tyler came up with everything we needed and we sat patiently as I was induced with the folly bulb. It was pretty uncomfortable, and I had a catheter put in, an epidural, and a IV with magnesium to help prevent seizures. The next 26 hours I barely remembered. It felt like one big long day. Wednesday came, and Tyler and I tried everything to keep ourselves occupied.
Finally it was 4PM, and a storm rolled in with thunder and lightning. A nurse came in and checked to see how dilated I was... and was finally at a 10. I barely remember pushing. I remember looking out the window at the lightning and telling Tyler we should’ve named him Loki or Thor. I also remember all of the sudden so many people came in because James got stuck under my pelvic bone. Forceps were brought in and helped him to come out since he decided to turn.
Finally he was thrown on my abdomen and then cleaned off and checked to see how he was. Nobody believed I was only 35 weeks pregnant, because he was a full term baby. He had no NICU time, only about 30hrs under the bililights because of jaundice.
Bringing him home was amazing. I was never so happy to see my dogs and be home to a messy house. Friends and family helped us out great, considering we didn’t expect to deliver that early, nor be in there for almost a week.
It’s still so hard to believe that I’m a mom. I still feel like there’s someone coming to pick him up soon, they’re just on vacation and I’m just babysitting him. JT is definitely my precious gift, and I’m so blessed to be his mom.
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33W + 3D
A lot has happened. Little man is still perfectly healthy and moving around like crazy, and he’s growing like a little weed. He’s gonna have a lot of hair according to his ultrasound, his heartbeat is so strong and we never have a problem with getting kick counts. Momma on the other hand, is under a lot of stress.
Thinking about what I wanna do in the future has put a strain on the relationship I have with some family members, since it means I would be moving a lot and taking my family with me. Also, with my husband getting out of the military sooner than we thought, it kinda puts a rush on getting out of our base housing and finding someplace to live.
I went to Labor and Delivery Friday at 32W + 5D with what everyone thought was contractions. Turns out I was severely dehydrated, making me get 2 bags of fluid through an IV and a lot of rest. That Saturday I had a headache that not even extra strength Tylenol would get rid of, and pain in my upper right abdomen. I still had it up until Monday, so I called the OB, who told me to immediately go to L&D. After being there for 6 hours and getting a bag of fluid and a lot of tests, I was diagnosed with gestational hypertension, meaning I have high blood pressure. But since I had some other symptoms they were worried about, they wanted to collect urine from me for 24 hours, to make sure I didn’t have preeclampsia. This caused a greater strain on my relationship with my grandma because “I didn’t call her while I was there to tell her.” She got mad because I told her when she texted me, as soon as I got home.
I went home and came back the next day and they tested my urine and it came back with low levels, meaning I didn’t have preeclampsia. When the doctor told me that I was over the moon happy, meaning I didn’t have to stress that my baby nor I were in danger. Then she said there were some things to add; I would have to see my OB once a week then starting next week to do non stress tests on my baby, and then I would be induced when I’m 37W. When she told me that, I was shocked. I didn’t think that I would have to have this with my first baby, but I know it would be for the best.
So, I sit here and count down the days until I get to walk into that hospital and don’t come out until my baby is out of me. Meaning 25 more days, and then starts the process of meeting my baby boy for the first time ever.
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31w + 5d
It’s definitely been a while since I’ve posted, but nothing is really new. Little one continues to move around and give mom some pain, especially when it comes to Braxton-Hicks and putting his feet in my ribs. We have an appointment when I’m 32w so fingers crossed everything goes well and he’s still perfectly healthy.
The pups are definitely starting to get used to my big belly and love laying on it all day long. My usual energetic, crackhead energy having female dog Kimber is so mellow now and doesn’t want to leave moms side. Remington, our new pup, has decided that he loves laying on me now, feeling the little one move until he is tired of getting kicked around.
I have a few things to talk to the OB about on Monday, but other than that, everything has been perfectly normal and healthy. I can tell from an ultrasound that he’s going to have a lot of hair, which makes me excited, but was told at most he may be seven pounds.
The hubs and I also took some maternity photos! Since COVID kinda ruined everything with masks and social distancing, I was prepared to have nothing fun done for this pregnancy. My husband then bought me a beautiful, buttery soft dress from Amazon (of all places!) and told me to fix my hair and we would go out and take pictures. I’ll post a couple of them down here so y’all can see them!
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29w + 1d
Our little one is growing so big and strong and loves to scare me so much. He’s gotten me scared to the point that I’ve been in Labor and Delivery once seeing if he’s causing problems, which good news is he isn’t, just causing a lot of grief and scares.
Things have been a little rough thought for both the husband and I. I’m trying to find a job to make money, and he’s trying to find ways to make money so that way we’re somewhat stable. It’s caused a lot of stress and tears within the past 24 hours, but in the end I know that we are going to be okay, and be a happy little family.
Little man has made mom go through a lot. Glucose test happened and so far it’s been no call, so I guess that is a good thing meaning gestational diabetes is negative. I did have to get a shot of Rhogam, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought. We have a growth scan coming up to make sure JT is growing nice and healthy!
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28w + 1d
HELLO THIRD TRIMESTER! Gosh it feels soooooo good to say that. I thought this day was never gonna come, and now, I feel like it came too fast. Little James kicks momma hard everyday, which makes me happy to know he’s there, but it’s not fun when you feel like you’re not gonna make it to the toilet to pee.
83 more days, 83 more days and then my little man is gonna be on this earth. It makes me so nervous yet so excited that I finally get to meet someone that I actually helped to create and grow. It makes me excited to meet another man that is gonna steal my heart.
I do feel nervous that I’m gonna be a bad mom. I feel like I’m not gonna know what to do for something, and I’m going to mess this boy up forever, but I have lovely family and friends that convince me that I’m gonna be okay.
Tomorrow I’ll have an appt with my doctor again, to make sure that James is growing okay. I just can’t wait to see my little man and hear his heartbeat again.
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27 + 4
Last night was a scary night. After laying in bed at 10, I started feeling what I thought was Braxton-Hicks. After laying for about half an hour, they started getting stronger, making me think our little one was trying to come a little early.
I emptied my bladder, drank 3 glasses of water and they still came. It was to the point I tried transferring all the pain I felt to my husband, and he was a little worried too. It hurt to move, get up, walk around, anything. I figured this was the time and mentally tried to prepare myself for the worst.
Around 11:20 I called our hospital and told them what was going on. I told them how far apart they were, how strong, and how I was trying to see if they were real labor pains. After giving all of my symptoms to the nurse, the doctor looked them over and told me to drink a lot of water and then call back if they continued.
I found out not drinking enough water can actually make you feel like you were going into labor. That was scary, and it made me a little scared for the real thing. But I know when the real thing happens, it will be my time to meet my adorable baby boy, and I couldn’t be more excited.
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27 + 3
Today has been an emotional day. I’ve cried about 3 times today; twice from Braxton-Hicks hurting pretty bad, and once for my husband telling me I had an attitude.
What is one thing that is messed up since the beginning of a pregnancy? The mothers hormones. They are bouncing up and down faster than a speed of light, meaning the things you say will always have an affect on her. When you say something, even if it wasn’t meant to hurt her, she thinks about it constantly. My husband told me he didn’t like the attitude I had with him, and it hurt. It hurt because I never meant to have an attitude with him, I told him that in our previous conversation, the way he handled something made me upset, and my tone of voice sounded off I guess. This gave him the assumption that I had an attitude, so he dished it back.
Mind you, I have had an “attitude” and “temper” since I was a teenager. All of us girls in my family have some wonky hormones, meaning they were always outta wack, causing oily, frizzy hair, acne, and an attitude that can turn away any dictator. My husband has known me since then and has always called my attitude fiesty, cute, and makes him happy that I can handle my own and I’m not afraid of anybody; But it seems that now, while I’m basically going through a traumatic experience having my body used as something to grow another human, I’m not allowed to be upset.
Being upset means that if something makes me sad, angry, or extremely happy, to the point that these emotions make me cry, then I’m being upset and crying over nothing and I need to just calm down and stop being dramatic. Crying has always just been that coping mechanism that helps somehow. It gets all of the thoughts that I’m thinking out of my head and not in an unorganized chaos.
My husband has always been one of those people to not talk when something is bothering him. He holds it in until one thing pushes him over the edge and then one little thing can make him blow. For example, if something happens to him in a video game that he’s not happy about, he loses it. Cuss words come flying out of his mouth, his voice gets louder, and he just has that feeling that comes over you of “I’m actually kinda scared.”
My husband has never, EVER laid a hand on me, and knows better to. When he gets that way that I described above, I walk upstairs and find something for me to do that will keep me calm, like working in the baby’s room. If I get to the point where I’m angry, I walk upstairs and cry it out, then come down like nothing happened.
With my husbands anger and the way he handles his feelings, we are not the same. I feel things super emotionally. I get my feelings hurt harder, and take things harder than he does. So I have to explain this to him, every time I get upset about something, and every time I do he brushes it off like I’m just being a drama queen.
If there’s one thing I just want all men to understand, is to love your girlfriend, wife, or whoever is the mother to your child, a little bit extra on her bad days. Being pregnant is one of the most beautiful yet uncomfortable things in the world. So many things can trigger me, and my husband is slowly understanding this, even though we’re pretty much close to the end of this pregnancy. But if there’s one thing he does right, is at the end of the night, he wraps his arms around me in bed and holds me and reminds me that he’s never ever gonna stop loving me, everything will be alright, and that I am loved, appreciated, and the best thing to happen to him.
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25 + 5
We finally got all of our Lou Lou and Co. outfits in!! This momma is so excited to see her little man in his cute little outfits! He has 2 gowns, a top and bottom for his take home outfit, 4 hats and 2 sets of mittens. All of these I found on a Facebook Buy Sell Trade group! It’s so nice getting things second hand tho, especially something like this that many moms and dads love that I can sell to get my money for!
I’m also waiting on some pacis for him, just to see if he will take them or not. Being his mom makes me so excited but scared at the same time. But I know that as soon as he gets here, it’s all gonna be worth it. Every laugh, every kick, tear and trip to the bathroom.
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25 + 2
Today was the first day I put on a bikini top since finding out I was pregnant, and lemme tell you at first I was just doing it to get some sun while outside, then I realized what I loooked like, and then slowly started loving it.
Putting it on, I noticed so many changes of my body. My breasts were bigger and covered in dark veins and stretch marks, my big belly hung over my shorts, I had stretch marks on my bottom, veins covering my thighs, my belly button is slowly becoming an outie. So many different changes.
I remember coming downstairs and looking at my husband. He had the goofiest smile on his face and looked like he just won the lottery. He pulled me into a hug and told me that it was me looking like this that made him so lucky to have me as his wife, best friend for life, and the one to mother his children.
Slowly, up until now, I fully accepted my body. Growing up I always looked for flaws, something was always wrong with my body in a way. But no, now that there is a human using my body to grow and be healthy, I love my body. Just 15 short more weeks and he will be out in the world, so vulnerable and new.
To all the ladies who are pregnant and reading this, I see you. I see how you look at your body with happiness and sadness, happy to have your dream baby but sad with all the changes coming to it. I see you, I am you. And I am here to say you are absolutely beautiful. When you see that small little face, you’ll know all those changes you hated happening, were because that little human was being formed and growing.
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25 Weeks
Today marks the day that we’re officially 25 weeks pregnant! Our baby is as big as a head of cauliflower, and definitely feels huge. One of my tracking apps says that he’s moving into the birthing position around this week, so meaning permanent baby feet stuck in mama’s ribs!
This baby makes me realize how blessed I am to have friends that care about us and this baby. Multiple friends have bought us clothes and little things to have for him, one friend made us a gift basket with a hamper and filled it with outfits, baby things, and a blanket for mom and dad! Another made us a diaper cake with her mom! It’s crazy how spoiled this little guy is, and none of us have even met him yet.
One thing that makes me happy about being a military spouse is the amount of support that I have, especially being on a base. Many people in my husbands company have asked how I was feeling and doing, asking if we needed anything or if there was anything they could do. The support that gets me the hardest is the support of other spouses. The friend that made the baby gift hamper? A coast guard wife with two kids, whom I used to work with before pregnancy made me leave work. One military spouse was selling a delivery robe and matching swaddle set; I bought it and also was gifted with a big bag full of things that mama and baby would both need! One military spouse had baby crib sheets for cheap, so once we arrived to pick them up, we also came home with free baby boy and girl clothes! I now have 4 loads of laundry to do, just baby clothes, but it’s definitely worth it! The baby girl clothes I have to a military spouse who is due to have her girl in 2 weeks!
It’s times like this where it’s good and bad to be pregnant. Not only is it times where everything is shut down due to the COVID-19 situation, and now the riots of a white police officer killing a black male, but I have the support of so many people. I can’t go out and do things that I wanted to do, but I can still have the company of friends and family to help me out during this time.
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24w + 5d
Back pain is real with this babe. Momma made the mistake of drinking a coke this morning after breakfast for a little kick of caffeine, and the only kick I’m getting is from JT. Am I complaining? Only a little. After talking to my OB about how my Anatomy scan went, I’m actually measuring a bit small and the placenta is behind the baby, which makes his jabs more painful and easier to feel; but James is perfectly healthy, with no abnormalities, growing great, and a perfectly healthy heart.
Our pup has been snuggling with me constantly lately, and part of me thinks it’s because she knows she’s getting a little brother in 3 months, and part of me thinks it’s because she’s going to start menstrating soon. I just decided to take in all of the cuddles while I still can. In a week or so, we get to find out what kind of breed she is, because we got her from an Amish man, so who knows what she is. But if she’s what I’m thinking she is, I know this baby is gonna be her best friend.
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24 Weeks Pregnant
Being pregnant during the Coronavirus Pandemic is certainly scary. Doctor appointments get canceled or put over the phone, no contact with any friends or family except over the phone. Don’t even get me started on going out and wearing a mask.
But I know this is all part of someone’s big plan. We never planned to get pregnant, it just kinda happened. I have people to support me through this hard time, like my family, my friends, and my husband’s family too! But through this all, I just wanna be outside doing things, going out and looking at baby clothes instead of looking at them online, walking around a mall with the love of my life, going out to eat with all of my friends.
At 24 weeks, my baby boy is as big as a cantaloupe. He loves kicking, and is a very active baby. His feet are pretty much stuck in my ribs, causing momma a lot of grief and some bruising. But he’s finally over a pound and almost 12 inches long! He makes me crave hotdogs and ice cream sandwiches, and not always at the same time.
To all of my readers, thank you for joining me on this journey. I hope this helps some of you to get through your pregnancy, or even if you’re curious as to how someone feels during this. Down below are some pictures from the start of my pregnancy to where we are now!
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