Cameron Leigh Dufresne (Cammy D)

Welcome to the world Cameron Leigh Dufresne.  I don’t think she or I got the memo that we would be admitted to the hospital Thursday, August 17th for what turned into an almost unplanned natural delivery.  The picture below about sums up how I felt just 10 minutes before they handed her to me.


Let me start from the beginning.  After a rather frustrating week 39, I made plans to have acupuncture performed on Sunday, August 13th backed up with a form of acupressure on Monday, August 14th.   If you aren’t familiar with the process, a trained acupuncture professional inserts 4-5 needles into specific points which trigger the release of hormones that induce labor.  I was skeptical, but willing to give it a try.  The acupuncture is used to hit a direct point, while the acupressure targets the same areas in a more broad sense (i.e. if the acupuncture missed a point by the slightest amount, the acupressure would likely hit it).


I wanted immediate results, but I knew I had to be patient.  My next doctor’s appointment was not until Thursday, so if nothing happened before then, I was bound to know if it worked at all by then.  Monday and Tuesday passed and I was still not in labor.  I did everything I could to stay busy and keep my mind occupied.  Patience takes practice.  The girls were in a camp each morning, so in the afternoon, I tried to spend time taking them to the mall and park or simply just laying down together (see picture below).  We bought costumes for my oldest daughter’s princess themed birthday party (that isn’t until October – see picture above).


I worked out every day of the week (even if it meant that I just went for a walk).

  • Monday – I went for a run/walk, approximately 3 miles.
  • Tuesday – I did some strength work in the garage.
  • Wednesday – I rode at Flywheel with Morgan.
  • Thursday – I walked/jogged home from dropping my girls off at camp, approximately 2 miles and thirty minutes total.

By Thursday, I didn’t know what to think about going to my doctor’s visit.  All I knew was that my husband was coming with me to discuss our options for induction and have my OB/GYN examine scar tissue from an old belly button piercing that had begun to tear.


I bring the belly button up for a few reasons.  I am embarrassed. I want my kids to see pictures of what my actions resulted in.  I didn’t have any issues with this in my first two pregnancies, but this is real life for round three.  I thought I had been doing a good job taking care of not letting it get infected until I pulled the band aid back for my doctor.  Before she had a chance to even talk to me about the baby in my belly, she full on squeezed puss and gunk out of two holes that had separated.  With my approval, her plan was to cut the tear and stitch it together while I had my epidural (post delivery).  In the meantime, she pulled the skin together and taped the damage.

The rest of the day was a blur.  I went on to get “checked” and have my membranes stripped, at which point I learned that I was 5 cm dilated.  I was instructed to go home and eat lunch, pack my hospital bag and head to the hospital.  Anxiety set in.  My husband and I picked up the girls from camp and dropped them off at my mom’s house before heading home to eat and gather our things.

We arrived at the hospital with plenty of time to get settled.  My contractions were regular but no where near painful.  I had tested positive for Group B Strep at my 36 week appointment, so it was advised that I receive antibiotics prior to the baby being delivered.  The nurses went ahead and set up my IV and began to administer the antibiotics.  I still wasn’t sure that this was a fake out.  I had had Braxton Hicks contractions for weeks.  Maybe my contractions would subside and I would get sent home?  That happened with my first daughter.  Was this actually real?


Once my antibiotics were administered, my doctor stopped in to see if I would like to get my epidural before she broke my water.  Yes, please.  The anesthesiologist got my epidural set up and I was good to go.  Until I wasn’t.  I don’t know where time went.  I wanted to be able to feel some contractions, but I started to notice as they intensified and I continued to push the button to give me more juice nothing was happening.  I’m an athlete.  I push through things.  I kept pushing through thinking that maybe the juice hadn’t kicked in yet.  When I finally admitted to the nurse that the pain was not getting better, it was just plain bad.  It was my fault.  There is no tough guy award for delivering babies.

The anesthesiologist came back and tried a few things before he realized that my epidural had come out.  Things had already escalated.  Scroll down if you don’t want to hear the details.  I tried to sit up to have it redone and almost passed out.  The nurse through an alcohol swab under my nose.  I almost threw up.  I lost all control.  My body began to shake uncontrollably (apparently that is the release of hormones and you aren’t supposed to fight it).  All the while the anesthesiologist told me to roll over on my side and try to get into a tight ball.  Um, yea.  I felt intense pressure on my bladder at which point the nurse “checked” me again and I was at 10cm.  The only relief I found was when I pushed.  I think the anesthesiologist actually said, “at least you will have some relief while you are pushing”.  He left and my doctor came in.  How lucky was I that she was on call that day?  Truly special.  Six or seven pushes later, Cameron Leigh Dufresne was born. 10:19 PM. My epidural finally kicked back in.




The pain was excruciating, but short in its entirety.  How about her umbilical cord?  It was wrapped all over and actually tied in a knot.  Fortunately, it did not affect her during labor or delivery (as her heart rate and vitals were closely monitored the entire time). When I told her pediatrician about my epidural and her umbilical cord he mentioned maybe its as divine intervention that the labor progressed and we got her out.  I guess I never thought about it that way.  Even with everything going on, I do remember the nurses and anesthesiologist indicating to me regularly that the baby was okay (regardless of if I was at that time).


The scale in the delivery room indicated that she weighted 6 pounds 14 ounces, which was surprising to everyone in the room.  She definitely looked bigger.  It appears that there may have been some discrepancy, as she weighted 7 pounds 5 ounces at one day old (children usually lose 5-10% of their birth weight before gaining weight).  She was also 7 pounds 8.5 ounces at her four day old appointment.  I guess we will never know what her true birth weight was (aside from this), so we will go with it.


I can’t say enough about this sweet girl.  I wasn’t excited about the newborn stage, but the second she was put into my arms, I was smitten.  This is it.  There is a light at the end of the tunnel.  I can say with certainty that our family feels complete with the addition of this little nugget.  I learned yet again that the best things in life go unplanned and you should always be prepared for anything.  As I write this post she is already changing so much (only 5 days out).  This pregnancy just feels different.  It’s not about me anymore.  We have this family unit now that truly comes first.  While I look forward to continuing to share my fitness journey with y’all, how fast I lose the weight (and get back to my old elite fit self) is the least of my priorities.  No pressure.  Get ready for baby picture overload and regular postpartum updates the next few weeks.




Week 39 – Round 3

Size of Baby (per “What To Expect”) – Size of a water melon? Somewhere over 7-8 pounds – based on ultrasound THREE weeks ago.  What do you think based on the picture below?  Can you tell I’m over it?


Weight Gain – 25 pounds. I actually lost weight this week.  I literally can’t wait to see how big this baby is.  I can feel the mold of what makes up her back and torso and it isn’t small.  My first daughter was 7 lbs 11 oz, 21 inches long.  My second?  7 lbs 12 oz, 21 inches long.  Both were born earlier than this one.

Movement – One word.  Uncomfortable.  Movement these days is intentional.  When pressed in certain directions, I literally almost jump out of my seat.

Sleep – I’m sleeping!  Less anxiety these days.   After finding out another week would go by before our daughter would be born, I finally accepted that I have absolutely no control over child birth.  Maybe I was a little cocky going into round 3?  Like, I know my body – I got this.  Nope.  I don’t got this.  Clearly our third daughter is in charge.

What I miss – I can’t really think of anything.  Seriously.

Best Moments this Week – I made the most out of this week with my girls.  Neither of them were in camps or activities this week, so we got to spend some quality time together.  I have never been and will never be a mom who gets a sitter for the day only to go on with my own activities all day.  I left my full time job to be a mom, so I take pride in finding ways to stay engaged with my children.


We went out to breakfast.  Even if it’s only a half hour activity, getting a chance to sit down and eat together at a restaurant is way more fun than staying at the house.

We finally went to the Myers Park Library to get our library cards and attend story time. Surprisingly, we ran into several friends that we had not seen in weeks.  We got there early enough that we could play with puzzles, check out our own books and read some stories before the FREE event began.


We took ownership in our “makeup” and nail polish.  No.  I don’t think my girls need make up.  I certainly don’t wear a lot.  However, they are intrigued by touching and using  the products right now.  That said, I have realized that if I make them responsible for their own products, they are more likely to take care of my products.  We headed to Target so each girl could get their own small make up bag, some chapstick, a bottle of nail polish, some powder and some make up wipes.  Nothing big, but they now have a place to put their jewelry, toothbrushes and overnight accessories.  They are “big girls”.


My husband took Friday off of work in anticipation that I might be admitted to the hospital to meet our daughter.  Either way, we had tickets to the PGA Tournament that day (so he had a back up plan).  After learning that I had not progressed much during the week (and we would not meet our daughter), we asked the girls what they wanted to do.  We headed to the park.  What a way to shift focus and move on with our day.


After we went to the park, I told my husband to go to the tournament.  While I would miss the event, I didn’t want our tickets to go to waste.  I sat around and felt sorry for myself for about two hours before I rallied the girls to go shopping with me before stopping at Sunflower Bakery for some cookies.  They obliged.  I absolutely love shopping with them now.  Not only do they actually enjoy it, but they are so freaking cute!

Thank you Pink Social for carrying such adorable Carolina Panther gear.  We even picked up a little tee for the baby to wear as we wrap up summer.


And, I’m still not done.  After spending all day with the girls during the week, I convinced my husband to go with us to see the Lion King in theaters on Saturday.

Looking forward to – I mean.  Do I have to answer this?  Labor.  Do people really look forward to that?  I am dying to feel like I am going into labor.  I know my husband is as eager as I am to meet our final addition.  He sure does love his girls.

Cravings – Not many cravings these days.  Favorite at home meal this week was turkey tacos with fresh guacamole, cooked corn, and jalapeños from the garden. My husband and I snuck out for dinner at Cafe Monte on Saturday for some much needed adult time.


Symptoms – I have trouble getting in and out of the car.  I don’t know why I was ever worried about diastatis recti.  I have no control at this point.  I have no abs.

Workouts – Lots of Flywheel.  I lost interest in strength workouts this week.  My large stature makes lifting uncomfortable and undesirable.  Further, the chance of rain most of the week put a damper on my intentions to walk/run.

  • Monday – Strength workout in the garage.
  • Tuesday  – Ride 3:30 PM Flywheel with Shelby.
  • Wednesday – I went for a RUN! 3 miles at that.  I mean thanks (but no thanks) to everyone who has told me I should walk to get the baby to drop.  I’m pretty sure that running would get me there.


  • Thursday – Ride Flywheel Charlotte with Brandon.
  • Friday – Ride (AGAIN) Flywheel Charlotte with Shelby.
  • Saturday – I got myself together and did a short strength workout in the garage.  I can still do pull ups!
  • Sunday – I rode with Brie at Flywheel.  Girl.  That class.  The best I have taken in months.

Week 38 – Round 3

Size of Baby (per “What To Expect”) – Size of a winter melon (not sure what that is, but I would guess more like a watermelon…). Somewhere over 7 pounds – based on ultrasound two weeks ago.



Weight Gain – 25-26 pounds. Weight has stayed pretty consistent if not dropped a pound or two the past week.  This baby is riding low.  While it looks like my belly hasn’t changed much from week 37, it continues to drop significantly.  There is a lot more space between my bra line and the top of my bump.

Movement – Consistent, yet unexpected.  I feel like she is a big girl.  I am interested to see just how big.  My first daughter weighed 7 pounds, 11 ounces.  My second daughter 7 pounds, 12 ounces.

Sleep – Horrible.  I’m not going to lie.  I’m anxious.  After a flurry of Braxton Hicks contractions two weeks ago, I was horrified the baby was coming early.  Here we are two weeks later and I don’t feel like she is going anywhere.  The anxiety of where I will be and what I will be doing when real contractions come on is driving me nuts.  Once I get it in my head that I won’t be able to fall asleep it is all down hill from there.  I start worrying then if I won’t be exhausted when the baby gets here because I am only sleeping five hours a night.  You get my drift.  I’m limiting naps as much as I can to increase the likelihood of sleep at night.

What I miss – It’s safe to say, I already miss teaching Flywheel and training my regular clients.  Last Monday was my last class teaching at Flywheel until after the baby arrives.  I also put a pause on all of other training this week to try to get some rest.  Thankfully, I have such an incredible support system (including all of the other moms/moms to be at Flywheel).  I snuck out with my oldest daughter Sunday to attend a baby shower for another Flywheel mom to be.


Best Moments this Week – At this point, every meal that we go to may or may not be our last as a family of four.  We are continuing to soak in the memories as a smaller family unit.  We went out to dinner both Friday and Saturday night and even made a late night playground run to work out some of the girl’s energy.




My sister officially moved to Charlotte about two months ago.  That said, she is already moving and shaking so much so that a group of new friends hosted a welcome party for her this past weekend.  My mom and I were able to attend and the girls stopped by at the tail end of the event.  They sure are excited to have her in their hometown.


Looking forward to – Meeting this little peanut.  I go back to the doctor Wednesday.  Cross your fingers that I have progressed.  At my last doctor’s appointment, I had not progressed any since the previous appointment.  Still sitting pretty at 1 cm dilated.   I will be having my membranes stripped at this week’s appointment, at which point we hope to meet our baby girl.   This worked with both of my other pregnancies.  In the even that it doesn’t, there is a possibility that we will be at the hospital on Friday for an induction. The girl’s were by my side at last week’s appointment and will likely be there this week.


Cravings – Without teaching and training, I have more time than I know what to do with myself.  We have been fortunate enough to receive several gift cards to grocery stores which we have already started to use.  Let’s just say, I have been cooking a lot.  Mostly things I know take longer to prepare than the time I will have when the baby arrives. Even with that extra time, I still opt to eat off paper plates to avoid doing dishes.


Symptoms – Like I said before, I feel larger this go round.  Getting in and out of the SUV, bed and tying my shoes is a struggle.  My husband attributes this to me being smaller in size every where else than I was with my other pregnancies. However, I am not totally convinced.  The picture below is a picture of me at the same point in my last pregnancy.


Workouts – I scaled things back towards the beginning of the week, before getting things seriously moving by the end of the week.  I’m ready to work this baby out.

  • Monday – I taught my last Flywheel class until post baby at 6:30 AM.
  • Tuesday – Strength work in the garage.  Focusing on higher repetitions and lighter weight and/or bodyweight.
  • Wednesday – Walk around the neighborhood!
  • Thursday – I rode at Flywheel with Shelby.  I even managed to squeeze out a pretty high power score at this point in my pregnancy.


  • Friday – Strength work in the garage
  • Saturday – I RAN!  2 minutes on, 2 minutes off.  I wore my belly band with no problem and logged 3 miles.
  • Sunday – I rode with Cole, our newest instructor at Flywheel.  He will be taking over this time slot while I’m out. Look at that belly!




Week 37 – Round 3

Size of Baby (per “What To Expect”) – Size of a cantaloupe. Somewhere over 7 pounds – based on last week’s ultrasound.



Weight Gain – 26 pounds.  I am staying consistent with my weight gain from my previous two pregnancies. However, I am in much better shape strength wise with this pregnancy than I was with number one and two. I would say more of my weight gain is lean muscle mass at this point. It will be interesting to see how that translates when I take several weeks off from heavy lifting following delivery.

Movement – Whoa, movement. At my ultrasound last week the baby was rolled over to my left side. In what seemed like a 48 hour period, she completely shifted down and her back is now facing out. She is riding low. Getting out of bed is a struggle.

Sleep – After several rounds of severe Braxton Hicks this week that made me question whether labor might be impending, my anxiety level is heightened. Hence, I am not sleeping my best. With two kids to look after full time, not knowing when I will be heading to the hospital for a 48 hour period is nerve racking. I’m doing my best to rest throughout the day on the nights that I don’t sleep as well, as I know that I need to.

I have been trying to keep the girls on a pretty consistent schedule which means that we try to get as much activity in before lunch time (in case we don’t want to play outside in the afternoon heat).  The girls are also finishing up their summer session of soccer.




Spending the afternoon indoors can be boring.  To fill the time with less physical activities, we have been painting, baking and watching movies.  I am nesting now.  I take a deep breath every time I take out all of the tools that I know will bring on a huge mess (i.e. clean up).  The more we try these activities, the more we get used to learning how to clean up right?

What I miss – Competing!  This weekend I had several athletes complete the Asheville Super Spartan Race.  I have favored this course in past years, as it has been a strong course performance wise for me.  I didn’t even get to drive up to watch because of my impending due date.  I am so proud of them for heading up the mountain and crossing the finish line.  We will see what my race schedule looks like the rest of the year post baby.

Best Moments this Week – While I wasn’t competing this weekend, I stayed busy at home spending time with the family (we never know when any activity will be our last as a family of four).  IMG_6072

After a crazy thunderstorm knocked out the power at our house Friday evening, we decided to walk out to watch the kick off for 24 Hours of Booty (i.e. the biggest tailgate of the year for residents of Queens Rd).  After a half mile walk (in which my oldest daughter scootered the entire way), we ended up at an F3 party.  Live band – check.  Barbecue – check.  Kids – check.  The girls lined the streets with the other children to give out high fives to the riders.  They are finally at an age where we can trust them not to walk out in front of (bike) traffic.



We laid pretty low on Saturday.  As I mentioned above, I slept in, watched the Asheville Spartan Race live and completed a short workout in the garage before running a few errands with the family and calling it a day.


We kept with that theme Sunday.  After teaching at Flywheel that morning, we grabbed breakfast at Flying Biscuit, went to Lowes and the grocery store and occupied the rest of our afternoon at the house.  Paint shelving – check.  Water balloons – check.





Looking forward to – Meeting our third child.  Could we get any closer?  Time sure does creep by the last few days/weeks.  I have one of my final doctor appointments on Wednesday afternoon.  No camps this week for the girls, so I will be taking them with me.  My oldest daughter will actually help measure my belly at some visits.

Cravings – Let me name them all in order.

  • Peanut butter.  I eat it several times in a day (whether it be on a bagel, in a bar or in a smoothie).  I can’t get enough.
  • Desserts.  Preferably chocolate.  Cookies, cakes and brownies.
  • Quantity.  Any and everything.  This baby is growing bigger and bigger by the day.  With nesting going on, I am filling up plates full of food (and eating it all).


Symptoms – I’m going to be real here.  Some time on Wednesday afternoon, I started to feel serious Braxton Hicks.  Like the kind that make you question if labor is lingering.  If you have never had a child, you won’t get this.  Essentially your stomach tightens up all around the baby, everything starts to compact down and you aren’t sure if you need to poop your pants.  That’s real.  It’s inconsistent and sometimes quick, sometimes long.  After going away the next morning, it happened again on Thursday.  After going to bed early, drinking a TON of water and taking off Friday, I was back to myself (and I have been since).  Eek.

Workouts – See symptoms above.  Serious Braxton Hicks contractions created a need for me to slow things down this week.  That said, as I sit here and type, I feel great (like I could go a few more weeks carrying this child).

  • Monday – I taught my regular 6:30AM Flywheel class.
  • Tuesday – Strength work in the garage (as always, I will send if you would like to see).
  • Wednesday – I went for a RUN!  See picture below.  I squeezed in almost 4 miles.  That said, this is the day I started to feel yucky in the afternoon.  Maybe the running started to make her drop?  Either way, I’m done with that.


  • Thursday – I rode with Abbie (who is due just a few weeks after me) and taught my final 3:30PM Flywheel class before baby number three arrives.
  • Friday – TAKE A DAY OFF.  Regroup.  It’s time to start conserving energy.
  • Saturday – Sleep in.  Short Strength workout in the garage.  I’m still hanging in there (quite literally!)


  • Sunday – I taught my final 7:30AM Flywheel class before baby number three arrives.  So bittersweet.  I L.O.V.E this crew!