We were lucky enough that our families were able to rearrange their lives to help us out once Hubs went back to work. I was unable to do anything for myself due to crutches/knee brace. I allowed myself two full blown meltdowns - one at the hospital when they finally allowed me to shower and the second time at home, again in the shower. I felt helpless. I am the mother. I am supposed to be the one that takes care of the family, and yet I could not do any of that. I had to have help in and out of the shower the first few days. I moved myself down to the couch so I didn't have to climb the stairs. I tried to make the best out of the situation but it was very difficult.
My mother was my hero - she took time off and stayed with us. She would come up on the weekends to stay with me while Hubs was at work. I do not know how we would have made it through the first few weeks at home without her or the rest of my family.
It was about 3 weeks or so after being home that I tested walking without the crutches - I should explain that they aren't the 'normal' ones, they were the ones that wrap around your forearm and you hold on to the handles. There were so many days I would get frustrated with not being able to move around with them that I just wanted to throw them across the room.....actually think I did at one point.
I was able to walk a short distance without the use of them so I felt okay moving around the first floor of my house - still needed them for the stairs.
I was going stir crazy - the only times I would leave the house was for doctor appointments and even then it was a struggle. During one of my moms visits we decided to take a trip to Target. This would be my first real trip walking without my crutches but still had the brace. I kept a strong face on each time my mom would ask if I was okay, if I needed to stop and go home. As much as I wanted to break down and cry and tell her that it was so much more difficult to walk than I imagined, I told her I was fine.
I wanted to fall to the floor and scream. My foot was not lifting no matter how hard I would tell it to. I constantly found myself tripping over it. Little did I know my mom was watching me and later found out she told my father it was so hard to watch me try to walk around. But I did it. I had to. I had a new little girl at home that needed me along with her sister.
Now enough about my sob story ;)
Our little peanut was a rock star at BF - the nurses would say how shocked they were about how easy that was for us. I just said something had to go our way and we would just giggle. She did really well sleeping and was up like clockwork every 3 hours. I was mainly BF her since it was going so well but eventually had to start to supplement. Again, had no issues with her adding formula into her diet. It was around 4 weeks or so that she was starting to sleep through the night. I don't mean to brag, but hey, I deserve some breaks after what I've gone through :)
Bug adjusted really well having a new child in the house - she loves to give her hugs and kisses and to steal her binky. I am over the moon in love with my children and love watching them bond each day.
There are days that are super hard I have to admit. Hubs and I decided that since daycare was more than our mortgage that I would stay home with them. I can honestly say I never expected being a stay at home mom to be as hard as it is, rewarding yes, but hard! I am very fortunate that we are able to do this for the time being (although I feel that Bug has lost some of her intelligence since she's been home with me :) ) good thing she will be starting pre-school in the spring! That statement scares me. It just proves that time really does go too fast.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Sunday, November 1, 2015
I'm bact at it!
Well don't I suck at keeping up with this! If I waited any longer it would have been a full year! WOW! SO much has happened since my last post.....nearly a year ago.....loser I am ;) My last pregnancy was similar to my first with early contractions, but this time they came a few weeks sooner than they did with Bug. The OB told me I was to work from home until the end - it was January....I was due in May! I was terrified to tell my boss as we were pretty busy with work, but I had to do what was best. In the beginning it was difficult because I felt I had to be glued to my computer at all times - until I realized when I was working at 2 am, it would be okay if I took a nap during the day. The pregnancy seemed to move along with some visits to the maternity floor due to contractions only to be told to go home - so frustrating!
Mother's Day hubs and I took Bug into Boston to walk around and grab some lunch. As soon as we got home and I was on the couch the contractions picked up. I do as I was instructed and called, just to have the nurse tell me they like to see them stronger....um baby number 2 here, not sure how much time I will have! We are coming in.
We get there and are escorted in to the waiting room to be called in. I remember this other pregger in there and she looked MISERABLE....her husband kept rubbing her back, she kept taking such deep breathes and trying to walk off her contractions. Then there was us, hubs on his phone and me trying to breathe through the contractions (which were not all that terrible to me at least). They finally get us in the room and hooked up - just about an hour goes by and they tell me that my contractions are good but since I'm not dilating any more - I could either walk around for an hour, go home and see if there are any changes or stay on the monitor a little longer. Normally I would have said, we can just go home but I opted to stay on the machines. I laid there watching the numbers and the lines. I watched the heartbeat. Then I watched it drop to 50 bpm. My eyes stayed glued - my head was telling me that she was just away from that area and it couldn't pick up the heartbeat as well (LIES all LIES). I didn't want to freak out, I didn't want to cry. It came up to 75 bpm before I had 5 nurses come in to the room, flick on all the lights and tell me we are not going home. One stands next to the monitor (which now the heartbeat was back to where it should be), my nurse starts getting me ready for IV, 2 were by the door and 1 was outside the door looking for wheelchair. What the hell is happening? Once my nurse tells everyone that we are okay and to get us a room, they all clear and that is when I broke down. I was terrified something was wrong. She tells me that the baby was either playing with the cord or it was/is wrapped around something and that is why the heartbeat dropped for longer than they like.
We are escorted to our room and sat waiting for our families to arrive. Slowly everyone begins to show up and spends time with us in our room.
I waited a while before I called in for my epidural and didn't have to wait long for them to administer it. Once that was done I found it odd that they had me propped up on one side....didn't really question it (with my medical history I should have known better). I called them back a little bit after to let them know I could still feel the contractions on my right side, their solution, let's prop up the other side. Seemed to have worked.
My night nurses were awesome - we were laughing and having a grand old time. Now it came time to break my water. If any of you have ever had to experience this or will......it looked like he was taking a crocheting needle to do the job!!!! WHAT IN THE WHAT?????? This is when we learn our little peanut pooped inside! Awesome. Why wouldn't she? Why would anything go smoothly? Now we have the special unit team added to the list that needs to be in the room when I deliver.
Trying to get some zzzz's before I know it's time to push I look over and hubs is out like a light.....so annoying that he can literally sleep anywhere! Me, I'll just keep watching Lip Sync Battle. My nurse comes in to see how I'm doing and I tell her I'm starting to feel pressure more and we both debate if she should check me or if she should start paperwork....she decides why not just check me. The face went from la de da to holy sh*& you are going to have a baby in the next 10 minutes. Thankfully it was a quiet night so she had help getting the special unit team up, waking the doctor up (yes, he had JUST gone to take a nap) and to get the room ready.
This next part was fantastic but only because this was 2nd baby - 3 pushes! 3 and she was out. The OB had to tell me not to push anymore - mainly because she was coming out with her arm across her face. And just like that she's here. They quickly took her over to clear out her mouth/lungs and monitor her. I just kept looking over to make sure she was okay. I wanted to make sure she was okay. I wasn't even paying attention to the OB as he was talking to me and telling me the baby is going to be okay. I then hear we are going to give her oxygen. My heart stopped. I knew I was not going to be able to hold her and knew they were going to take her right to the NICU. Again not paying attention to the OB and nurse as they are now monitoring me and my bleeding because it was more than they would like to see. In the end, it was only 30 minutes before I was able to hold Olivia Kathleen! She was beautiful.
Now it wouldn't be a good story of mine if there wasn't any medical malfunction on my part right??? The nurses asked me to stand up and I told them I still couldn't feel my legs. They insisted we try and as soon as I got up both knees buckled and back down to the bed I went. By the time I was settled in the recovery room my left leg had come back but my right leg was still 'dead'. Time passes and from the calf down, nothing, nada, zero feeling. What is going on????? Why is the feeling not coming back? There were many theories: epidural fluid in a nerve pocket, strained sciatic nerve....in the end, no real answer. I spent my time after giving birth being wheeled into the bathroom, having to call them if I wanted to pick up my baby (if I was alone in the room) and leaving the hospital with crutches and a knee mobilizer brace.
I won't go into the details of the in home PT and finally getting a second opinion only to find out I should have been doing strength training PT and not what they had me doing - that I am finally able to do single calf raises, not many but it's a huge leap forward from not being able to lift my foot up to walk.
I will tell you that I am blessed to have a new baby girl added to our family.
I will try to catch up on the last 5.5 months soon.
Mother's Day hubs and I took Bug into Boston to walk around and grab some lunch. As soon as we got home and I was on the couch the contractions picked up. I do as I was instructed and called, just to have the nurse tell me they like to see them stronger....um baby number 2 here, not sure how much time I will have! We are coming in.
We get there and are escorted in to the waiting room to be called in. I remember this other pregger in there and she looked MISERABLE....her husband kept rubbing her back, she kept taking such deep breathes and trying to walk off her contractions. Then there was us, hubs on his phone and me trying to breathe through the contractions (which were not all that terrible to me at least). They finally get us in the room and hooked up - just about an hour goes by and they tell me that my contractions are good but since I'm not dilating any more - I could either walk around for an hour, go home and see if there are any changes or stay on the monitor a little longer. Normally I would have said, we can just go home but I opted to stay on the machines. I laid there watching the numbers and the lines. I watched the heartbeat. Then I watched it drop to 50 bpm. My eyes stayed glued - my head was telling me that she was just away from that area and it couldn't pick up the heartbeat as well (LIES all LIES). I didn't want to freak out, I didn't want to cry. It came up to 75 bpm before I had 5 nurses come in to the room, flick on all the lights and tell me we are not going home. One stands next to the monitor (which now the heartbeat was back to where it should be), my nurse starts getting me ready for IV, 2 were by the door and 1 was outside the door looking for wheelchair. What the hell is happening? Once my nurse tells everyone that we are okay and to get us a room, they all clear and that is when I broke down. I was terrified something was wrong. She tells me that the baby was either playing with the cord or it was/is wrapped around something and that is why the heartbeat dropped for longer than they like.
We are escorted to our room and sat waiting for our families to arrive. Slowly everyone begins to show up and spends time with us in our room.
I waited a while before I called in for my epidural and didn't have to wait long for them to administer it. Once that was done I found it odd that they had me propped up on one side....didn't really question it (with my medical history I should have known better). I called them back a little bit after to let them know I could still feel the contractions on my right side, their solution, let's prop up the other side. Seemed to have worked.
My night nurses were awesome - we were laughing and having a grand old time. Now it came time to break my water. If any of you have ever had to experience this or will......it looked like he was taking a crocheting needle to do the job!!!! WHAT IN THE WHAT?????? This is when we learn our little peanut pooped inside! Awesome. Why wouldn't she? Why would anything go smoothly? Now we have the special unit team added to the list that needs to be in the room when I deliver.
Trying to get some zzzz's before I know it's time to push I look over and hubs is out like a light.....so annoying that he can literally sleep anywhere! Me, I'll just keep watching Lip Sync Battle. My nurse comes in to see how I'm doing and I tell her I'm starting to feel pressure more and we both debate if she should check me or if she should start paperwork....she decides why not just check me. The face went from la de da to holy sh*& you are going to have a baby in the next 10 minutes. Thankfully it was a quiet night so she had help getting the special unit team up, waking the doctor up (yes, he had JUST gone to take a nap) and to get the room ready.
This next part was fantastic but only because this was 2nd baby - 3 pushes! 3 and she was out. The OB had to tell me not to push anymore - mainly because she was coming out with her arm across her face. And just like that she's here. They quickly took her over to clear out her mouth/lungs and monitor her. I just kept looking over to make sure she was okay. I wanted to make sure she was okay. I wasn't even paying attention to the OB as he was talking to me and telling me the baby is going to be okay. I then hear we are going to give her oxygen. My heart stopped. I knew I was not going to be able to hold her and knew they were going to take her right to the NICU. Again not paying attention to the OB and nurse as they are now monitoring me and my bleeding because it was more than they would like to see. In the end, it was only 30 minutes before I was able to hold Olivia Kathleen! She was beautiful.
Now it wouldn't be a good story of mine if there wasn't any medical malfunction on my part right??? The nurses asked me to stand up and I told them I still couldn't feel my legs. They insisted we try and as soon as I got up both knees buckled and back down to the bed I went. By the time I was settled in the recovery room my left leg had come back but my right leg was still 'dead'. Time passes and from the calf down, nothing, nada, zero feeling. What is going on????? Why is the feeling not coming back? There were many theories: epidural fluid in a nerve pocket, strained sciatic nerve....in the end, no real answer. I spent my time after giving birth being wheeled into the bathroom, having to call them if I wanted to pick up my baby (if I was alone in the room) and leaving the hospital with crutches and a knee mobilizer brace.
I won't go into the details of the in home PT and finally getting a second opinion only to find out I should have been doing strength training PT and not what they had me doing - that I am finally able to do single calf raises, not many but it's a huge leap forward from not being able to lift my foot up to walk.
I will tell you that I am blessed to have a new baby girl added to our family.
I will try to catch up on the last 5.5 months soon.
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Creeping up to half way point
Yeah I've been a total slacker on keeping this up like I did with Bug!
Even my blog has 2nd child syndrome!
Let's see....we spent a week down in Disney over Thanksgiving week and we had our moments. I will say we did have a nice time, but it was very different going with a 15 month and being pregnant. Having gone to Disney, too many times to count, I was used to going full force from open to close of the parks. This was the hardest part for me - I just couldn't do it. I had to fight back the tears one day because I was so physically exhausted, my knee felt like it was going to tear off and I just couldn't lug the backpack/camera anymore. The sicky face bug hit us while we were down there: Bug got it first so she was the germ carrier (as we liked to call her) - then Hubs got it pretty bad - then it hit my parents right around the time we were leaving. Then it was my turn.
We got home on a Friday afternoon and I just didn't care to do anything. Within an hour of being home, Bug had already destroyed the house. I sat and watched it all happen and didn't do anything about it. I couldn't.
By Monday morning I couldn't pick my head up off the pillow so I chose to call in sick - which I felt horrible about because I was just gone for a week. Tried to sleep throughout the day but didn't have much luck. Tuesday same feeling but just felt weak/dizzy. Time to call the doctor's.
When they saw me she told me that between the exhaustion and virus I was fighting it was time for moderate bed rest for 2 days. I knew that this was all my fault for not taking it easy and all I could think about was the stress I put on the baby as well. Thank God for the doppler at home - her heartbeat had been perfect everyday since we'd been back!
Time for our 18 week appointment. OB appointment was nice and quick - heart rate was perfect and all sounds well. Next stop, u/s appointment. Hubs called and said he wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be able to make it - I was a little sad since this would be the first time we actually got to really see her but nothing I could do, he tried but just couldn't make it.
The tech calls me back and we begin the scan. She was in the most awkward position ever - her feet were down by my cervix - her head was squished up by the placenta....this all made it super hard for the tech to get a good profile/3D image. We tried everything to try to get her to move positions - lay on one side, now try the other, let me jiggle your belly (thanks for that!) nothing. First thought....awesome, we have another stubborn punk on our hands! Everything looked great even though they didn't get a perfect shot of the 4 chamber heart. They saw it but then she would jerk a little when they would try to get the image.
I am making a promise to myself that I will do much better at trying to keep this updated, so at least Baby #2 has something to look back and read regarding what I went through with her :)
Even my blog has 2nd child syndrome!
Let's see....we spent a week down in Disney over Thanksgiving week and we had our moments. I will say we did have a nice time, but it was very different going with a 15 month and being pregnant. Having gone to Disney, too many times to count, I was used to going full force from open to close of the parks. This was the hardest part for me - I just couldn't do it. I had to fight back the tears one day because I was so physically exhausted, my knee felt like it was going to tear off and I just couldn't lug the backpack/camera anymore. The sicky face bug hit us while we were down there: Bug got it first so she was the germ carrier (as we liked to call her) - then Hubs got it pretty bad - then it hit my parents right around the time we were leaving. Then it was my turn.
We got home on a Friday afternoon and I just didn't care to do anything. Within an hour of being home, Bug had already destroyed the house. I sat and watched it all happen and didn't do anything about it. I couldn't.
By Monday morning I couldn't pick my head up off the pillow so I chose to call in sick - which I felt horrible about because I was just gone for a week. Tried to sleep throughout the day but didn't have much luck. Tuesday same feeling but just felt weak/dizzy. Time to call the doctor's.
When they saw me she told me that between the exhaustion and virus I was fighting it was time for moderate bed rest for 2 days. I knew that this was all my fault for not taking it easy and all I could think about was the stress I put on the baby as well. Thank God for the doppler at home - her heartbeat had been perfect everyday since we'd been back!
Time for our 18 week appointment. OB appointment was nice and quick - heart rate was perfect and all sounds well. Next stop, u/s appointment. Hubs called and said he wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be able to make it - I was a little sad since this would be the first time we actually got to really see her but nothing I could do, he tried but just couldn't make it.
The tech calls me back and we begin the scan. She was in the most awkward position ever - her feet were down by my cervix - her head was squished up by the placenta....this all made it super hard for the tech to get a good profile/3D image. We tried everything to try to get her to move positions - lay on one side, now try the other, let me jiggle your belly (thanks for that!) nothing. First thought....awesome, we have another stubborn punk on our hands! Everything looked great even though they didn't get a perfect shot of the 4 chamber heart. They saw it but then she would jerk a little when they would try to get the image.
I am making a promise to myself that I will do much better at trying to keep this updated, so at least Baby #2 has something to look back and read regarding what I went through with her :)
Friday, October 10, 2014
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
The lies can stop!
We have finally told both sides of our families! Hubs and I brought Bug over to his parents house, donning her Big Sister shirt, the day after our u/s and last RE appointment. To our surprise his father was the only one home!
As we all sat in the living room, hubs and I kept laughing to ourselves.....his father is not getting it or he just isn't paying attention to her shirt. Finally after 15 minutes - no exaggeration - he read her shirt out loud and asked us what that meant. Asked us if she was really gonna be a big sister. He was thrilled! Then we sat and waiting anxiously for his mother to get back home. My FIL was sure that she would notice it right away. Well her time frame was longer than his! She even fixed her shirt while she was holding her (nearly died laughing when she didn't notice). Bug was walking towards her when she finally saw the shirt and screamed Big Sister about 5 times! It was great.
That following week was torture! My mom's birthday was coming up so my whole family was getting together to celebrate. She always takes her birthday off (usually plays hookie with my nephew who shares her birthday) and I, as dumb as I was, told my father I had to work from home that day. This lead to them saying they might swing by on their way up to my sisters. Um No. No you can't.
I begin to think of any excuse to use to make sure they don't swing by - I had 2 appointments that afternoon...one u/s and one with OB.
So I lie.
I told them the Jeep has a few recalls and Hubs was able to work his magic with Service to get me in.
Worked out since my father said they wouldn't be leaving till later in the afternoon so won't be able to swing by.
Perfect!
Friday night I begin to wrap every one's gifts. I felt like a little girl as I was getting my mom's gift ready. I had purchased a stuffed animal Nemo for her - back story.....the egg that we ended up transferring was always called Nemo....because of it being the last egg to survive.
As I was putting her gift bag together, I took one of the u/s pictures and taped it to the bottom of the bag and wrote - See you in May (middle sister who knew felt that was a good idea in case she didn't get the stuffed Nemo).
Everyone makes it up to the house Saturday and the food arrives. Hubs leans over and asked if we could give my mom her gift now because he's going to blow it - he's the WORST with secrets!
We all ate and now it was time for gifts. I leap up from the couch and go grab my camera. My oldest sister started to make fun of my mom and I for taking so many pictures, and again I lie and tell her I have to get used to this new lens before our Disney trip.
Kids gifts are done - now it's my mom's turn. My stomach was doing flips. I couldn't wait for her to open it.
As she pulled the first piece of pink tissue paper up, her head falls in her hands. She knows. She got it. When she finally pulled Nemo out she shouted across the room to my father: Eddie look what I got. Him being ever so clueless just nodded and went, oh that's nice. It took him about three times of hearing the word Nemo before he understood. My SIL was standing next to me with complete confusion on her face and asked what this all meant and why was everyone crying. I just turned and looked at her and told her I was pregnant. She was so shocked and just grabbed me to give me a hug. Then said, guess we aren't drinking in Disney together this year ;)
All in all I was so happy I pulled this off. Both of my parents now received our pregnancy news on each of their birthday's.....strange how that worked out.
As we all sat in the living room, hubs and I kept laughing to ourselves.....his father is not getting it or he just isn't paying attention to her shirt. Finally after 15 minutes - no exaggeration - he read her shirt out loud and asked us what that meant. Asked us if she was really gonna be a big sister. He was thrilled! Then we sat and waiting anxiously for his mother to get back home. My FIL was sure that she would notice it right away. Well her time frame was longer than his! She even fixed her shirt while she was holding her (nearly died laughing when she didn't notice). Bug was walking towards her when she finally saw the shirt and screamed Big Sister about 5 times! It was great.
That following week was torture! My mom's birthday was coming up so my whole family was getting together to celebrate. She always takes her birthday off (usually plays hookie with my nephew who shares her birthday) and I, as dumb as I was, told my father I had to work from home that day. This lead to them saying they might swing by on their way up to my sisters. Um No. No you can't.
I begin to think of any excuse to use to make sure they don't swing by - I had 2 appointments that afternoon...one u/s and one with OB.
So I lie.
I told them the Jeep has a few recalls and Hubs was able to work his magic with Service to get me in.
Worked out since my father said they wouldn't be leaving till later in the afternoon so won't be able to swing by.
Perfect!
Friday night I begin to wrap every one's gifts. I felt like a little girl as I was getting my mom's gift ready. I had purchased a stuffed animal Nemo for her - back story.....the egg that we ended up transferring was always called Nemo....because of it being the last egg to survive.
As I was putting her gift bag together, I took one of the u/s pictures and taped it to the bottom of the bag and wrote - See you in May (middle sister who knew felt that was a good idea in case she didn't get the stuffed Nemo).
Everyone makes it up to the house Saturday and the food arrives. Hubs leans over and asked if we could give my mom her gift now because he's going to blow it - he's the WORST with secrets!
We all ate and now it was time for gifts. I leap up from the couch and go grab my camera. My oldest sister started to make fun of my mom and I for taking so many pictures, and again I lie and tell her I have to get used to this new lens before our Disney trip.
Kids gifts are done - now it's my mom's turn. My stomach was doing flips. I couldn't wait for her to open it.
As she pulled the first piece of pink tissue paper up, her head falls in her hands. She knows. She got it. When she finally pulled Nemo out she shouted across the room to my father: Eddie look what I got. Him being ever so clueless just nodded and went, oh that's nice. It took him about three times of hearing the word Nemo before he understood. My SIL was standing next to me with complete confusion on her face and asked what this all meant and why was everyone crying. I just turned and looked at her and told her I was pregnant. She was so shocked and just grabbed me to give me a hug. Then said, guess we aren't drinking in Disney together this year ;)
All in all I was so happy I pulled this off. Both of my parents now received our pregnancy news on each of their birthday's.....strange how that worked out.
Friday, September 26, 2014
Here we go again
I couldn't wait to sleep past 5:00 am. When I opened my eyes the room was bright so I knew it was way past my normal morning wake up. It was almost 7:00! YES! Bug was still sleeping, hubs was getting ready and my lazy ass was still laying in bed, enjoying every minute of it.
Hubs got Bug up and continued with their normal morning routine. At that point I figured I best get up since we would have to leave for our appointment soon. Once they were both ready it was my turn to jump in the shower while he headed off to drop Bug at daycare. While I was getting ready I just prayed. I prayed that everything would turn out okay today.
Traffic was the normal heavy, everyone driving up each other's asses. Until one section when all of a sudden I go from driving 11 mph to 67mph. Where the hell did everyone go? Is there a vortex that they drive in to so traffic clears up just before I have to get off the hospital exit? Seriously though, where did they all go?
Hubs was already there waiting for me and we had some time to kill before the appointment. We decided to head to the coffee shop so I could grab a muffin to settle my rumbling belly. Sat there chatting about random stuff before we thought why not head over now to see if we could get in early. I check in and about 5 minutes after I sat down they were calling me back...awesome. What wasn't so awesome was how long I sat in the lounge waiting to be called for the ultra sound! I was literally falling asleep in my chair before the sweet little tech student came back to get me.
While we were headed to the room I cut her off and told her my husband was in the waiting room and if she could please go grab him.....rookie. We are all finally in the room and they are explaining what will happen (been there, done that....too many times!) The u/s tech explained that the student is here working with her and would it be okay is she scanned my stomach. My initial reaction was sure, why not right? She needs to learn. Let me stop and tell you that if any of you are asked this question, it's okay to say no! I don't know how long she had been doing ultra sounds, but wasn't the best idea on my part to have a Rookie scan me - especially since she wasn't getting the best pictures, which of course was causing pure panic to set in.
The tech takes over and shows up the flicker! Thank You Jesus!!!!!!!!!!! Asked me to go empty my bladder to get ready for Wanda the Wand. Another reason to not be excited if there is a student monitoring the appointment - they scanned every inch up in there! EVERY INCH! Once she was done showing the girl every inch of my insides she told me we would get back to the fun part. Listen lady, there is nothing fun about having Wanda the Wand shoved up in your lady bits......but I knew she was referring to going back to look at the baby.
Everything looked great. Radiologist didn't feel the need to come in as there was a strong heartbeat and measurement looked good. We sat in the room for about 10 minutes before we were cleared to go meet with our RE.
During our meeting with the RE I told myself I didn't want to cry. But alas, tears flowed. She is the most sincere, caring, loving woman....I am so glad we had her as our doctor. Chatted about some things and then we asked if she could tell us the sex of the baby. She logged on the her computer and tried to go through all the information but was unable to locate it quickly for us - told us she would call us in about a half an hour to let us know.
Hubs left for work while I waited for the nurse to come out with samples of Crinone - BYE BYE PIO!!!!! Chatted with her for a few and then off I went to enjoy a few quiet hours before it was time to get Bug.
I was pulling on to the highway and see 'that number'.....what did I forget???? It was Nurse Nancy.
So you want to know the sex of the baby?
Well, it's a GIRL!
Hubs got Bug up and continued with their normal morning routine. At that point I figured I best get up since we would have to leave for our appointment soon. Once they were both ready it was my turn to jump in the shower while he headed off to drop Bug at daycare. While I was getting ready I just prayed. I prayed that everything would turn out okay today.
Traffic was the normal heavy, everyone driving up each other's asses. Until one section when all of a sudden I go from driving 11 mph to 67mph. Where the hell did everyone go? Is there a vortex that they drive in to so traffic clears up just before I have to get off the hospital exit? Seriously though, where did they all go?
Hubs was already there waiting for me and we had some time to kill before the appointment. We decided to head to the coffee shop so I could grab a muffin to settle my rumbling belly. Sat there chatting about random stuff before we thought why not head over now to see if we could get in early. I check in and about 5 minutes after I sat down they were calling me back...awesome. What wasn't so awesome was how long I sat in the lounge waiting to be called for the ultra sound! I was literally falling asleep in my chair before the sweet little tech student came back to get me.
While we were headed to the room I cut her off and told her my husband was in the waiting room and if she could please go grab him.....rookie. We are all finally in the room and they are explaining what will happen (been there, done that....too many times!) The u/s tech explained that the student is here working with her and would it be okay is she scanned my stomach. My initial reaction was sure, why not right? She needs to learn. Let me stop and tell you that if any of you are asked this question, it's okay to say no! I don't know how long she had been doing ultra sounds, but wasn't the best idea on my part to have a Rookie scan me - especially since she wasn't getting the best pictures, which of course was causing pure panic to set in.
The tech takes over and shows up the flicker! Thank You Jesus!!!!!!!!!!! Asked me to go empty my bladder to get ready for Wanda the Wand. Another reason to not be excited if there is a student monitoring the appointment - they scanned every inch up in there! EVERY INCH! Once she was done showing the girl every inch of my insides she told me we would get back to the fun part. Listen lady, there is nothing fun about having Wanda the Wand shoved up in your lady bits......but I knew she was referring to going back to look at the baby.
Everything looked great. Radiologist didn't feel the need to come in as there was a strong heartbeat and measurement looked good. We sat in the room for about 10 minutes before we were cleared to go meet with our RE.
During our meeting with the RE I told myself I didn't want to cry. But alas, tears flowed. She is the most sincere, caring, loving woman....I am so glad we had her as our doctor. Chatted about some things and then we asked if she could tell us the sex of the baby. She logged on the her computer and tried to go through all the information but was unable to locate it quickly for us - told us she would call us in about a half an hour to let us know.
Hubs left for work while I waited for the nurse to come out with samples of Crinone - BYE BYE PIO!!!!! Chatted with her for a few and then off I went to enjoy a few quiet hours before it was time to get Bug.
I was pulling on to the highway and see 'that number'.....what did I forget???? It was Nurse Nancy.
So you want to know the sex of the baby?
Well, it's a GIRL!
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Well that was scary!
Love Friday's at work....Friday's at work = jeans! I don't have to iron, I don't have to wonder if I already wore that outfit already this week....just throw on some jeans, grab a top and I'm good.
Knew it was going to be an easy day since I had planned on spending half of my day working at our other location - as I was leaving the main office my boss said he had to leave around noon for the doctor's...no problem, I'll make sure I'm back in time.
While I was driving my uterus felt like it was going to explode and the cramps....everything about the ride down was very uncomfortable. When I arrived I drop my laptop off in the empty office I always use and make my rounds to say hello to everyone. As I was talking with one of the mangers I felt the sudden urge to use the bathroom - instead I headed back to get my laptop booted up so I can get some stuff done. Can't hold it any longer - make my way to the bathroom.
My heart sank - I nearly threw up on myself......my liner was covered in blood! NO....this cannot be happening. What is going on? I try to collect myself as best as I can and make it back to the office where my stuff is. I immediately call my RE's office and through the tears I tell them about all the blood....so much blood. I then call hubs and tell him and ask that he please cancel his lunch plans as I need him to be with me.
I sat waiting for them to call back. Nothing. I couldn't stop shaking in fear that I was in fact losing this pregnancy while I was sitting at someones desk. I just stared at my screen, not being able to move or do anything. Finally, I decided to call the main number. The woman that answered informed me the nurses are all doing clinical so they might not answer. I burst into tears and tell her this is an emergency and explain what is going on. I could hear the sorrow in her voice as she tells me she will go grab someone. Nurse Susan gets on the phone and informs me she was just picking up to call me back - asks if I'm still bleeding and if I'm still cramping, to which I answer yes to both questions. Told me she would call me right back with a time to come in for an ultra sound. At that point I was done, my mind was gone. Got the call to be there for 1:00 and then to head up to their office to discuss the results.
I couldn't sit at work anymore. I packed everything up and by the time I made it to my car I went in to complete meltdown. Why is this happening? What went wrong? I cried the whole way home. As I approached my house I could see hubs outside waiting with Bug. All I wanted to do was scoop her up and hug her. Told her that mommy needed lots of love today.
During the time that we spent at home waiting until it was time to leave for the ultrasound, I spent most of that time in the bathroom. I cried, I tried to collect myself, I was confused, I was angry and I was convinced I had lost this pregnancy.
We get to the hospital and didn't have to wait too long. I tried everything in my power to not break down into tears, but when the nurse was explaining what I needed to do: put two gowns on, put your stuff in the locker, take the key, I lost it again. I couldn't even look at her. I then am shuttled to the waiting lounge for the patients and within a few minutes I am being called back. The nurse asked me if I was nervous....what gave it away, my blood shot/swollen eyes?
She gears me up for the ultrasound and I didn't even want to look at the screen - I kept trying to turn my head to see Bug. When she told us she would have to do an internal to get more detail I knew, I knew at that moment there was nothing. We were told we had to wait for the Radiologist before she could perform the internal. At this point Bug had had enough....she was tired and sick and little did she know she was going to the doctor's herself next.
We get word that he is finally there and she begins the internal. She looks around and isn't saying anything. Then she says, there is the sac. I asked what that meant, but nothing. No response. To me that equaled you lost the pregnancy. In walks the Radiologist and what came out of his mouth next, neither Hubs nor I expected.....all looks great. The yolk sac has a great ring that we look for at this stage so nothing to worry about.
So we are okay? We are okay? and with his quick wit charm tells me that WE are okay and asked if I was worried? Well yes sir, I was. The amount of blood and clots that I saw there was no way I was still pregnant. He continued to show me where a hematoma was and that was causing all the bleeding but it should be stopping within a day or 2 due to the size that was left.
Get the go ahead to head up to our RE's office and within minutes of us being in there Nurse Nancy came out and just gave me two thumbs up and told me I was measuring a day ahead. When I asked her why all the bleeding she just said it happens. Well don't you think we go through enough shit we don't need to have this happen?!?!?! She smiled and told me that if I needed to come back next week for another scan, just call. I am hoping that I won't and will make it until my scheduled one.
Hubs and I make it back out to the car...as we are nearing it he looks at me and goes: and you were worried for nothing, see, with his shit eating smile on!
Knew it was going to be an easy day since I had planned on spending half of my day working at our other location - as I was leaving the main office my boss said he had to leave around noon for the doctor's...no problem, I'll make sure I'm back in time.
While I was driving my uterus felt like it was going to explode and the cramps....everything about the ride down was very uncomfortable. When I arrived I drop my laptop off in the empty office I always use and make my rounds to say hello to everyone. As I was talking with one of the mangers I felt the sudden urge to use the bathroom - instead I headed back to get my laptop booted up so I can get some stuff done. Can't hold it any longer - make my way to the bathroom.
My heart sank - I nearly threw up on myself......my liner was covered in blood! NO....this cannot be happening. What is going on? I try to collect myself as best as I can and make it back to the office where my stuff is. I immediately call my RE's office and through the tears I tell them about all the blood....so much blood. I then call hubs and tell him and ask that he please cancel his lunch plans as I need him to be with me.
I sat waiting for them to call back. Nothing. I couldn't stop shaking in fear that I was in fact losing this pregnancy while I was sitting at someones desk. I just stared at my screen, not being able to move or do anything. Finally, I decided to call the main number. The woman that answered informed me the nurses are all doing clinical so they might not answer. I burst into tears and tell her this is an emergency and explain what is going on. I could hear the sorrow in her voice as she tells me she will go grab someone. Nurse Susan gets on the phone and informs me she was just picking up to call me back - asks if I'm still bleeding and if I'm still cramping, to which I answer yes to both questions. Told me she would call me right back with a time to come in for an ultra sound. At that point I was done, my mind was gone. Got the call to be there for 1:00 and then to head up to their office to discuss the results.
I couldn't sit at work anymore. I packed everything up and by the time I made it to my car I went in to complete meltdown. Why is this happening? What went wrong? I cried the whole way home. As I approached my house I could see hubs outside waiting with Bug. All I wanted to do was scoop her up and hug her. Told her that mommy needed lots of love today.
During the time that we spent at home waiting until it was time to leave for the ultrasound, I spent most of that time in the bathroom. I cried, I tried to collect myself, I was confused, I was angry and I was convinced I had lost this pregnancy.
We get to the hospital and didn't have to wait too long. I tried everything in my power to not break down into tears, but when the nurse was explaining what I needed to do: put two gowns on, put your stuff in the locker, take the key, I lost it again. I couldn't even look at her. I then am shuttled to the waiting lounge for the patients and within a few minutes I am being called back. The nurse asked me if I was nervous....what gave it away, my blood shot/swollen eyes?
She gears me up for the ultrasound and I didn't even want to look at the screen - I kept trying to turn my head to see Bug. When she told us she would have to do an internal to get more detail I knew, I knew at that moment there was nothing. We were told we had to wait for the Radiologist before she could perform the internal. At this point Bug had had enough....she was tired and sick and little did she know she was going to the doctor's herself next.
We get word that he is finally there and she begins the internal. She looks around and isn't saying anything. Then she says, there is the sac. I asked what that meant, but nothing. No response. To me that equaled you lost the pregnancy. In walks the Radiologist and what came out of his mouth next, neither Hubs nor I expected.....all looks great. The yolk sac has a great ring that we look for at this stage so nothing to worry about.
So we are okay? We are okay? and with his quick wit charm tells me that WE are okay and asked if I was worried? Well yes sir, I was. The amount of blood and clots that I saw there was no way I was still pregnant. He continued to show me where a hematoma was and that was causing all the bleeding but it should be stopping within a day or 2 due to the size that was left.
Get the go ahead to head up to our RE's office and within minutes of us being in there Nurse Nancy came out and just gave me two thumbs up and told me I was measuring a day ahead. When I asked her why all the bleeding she just said it happens. Well don't you think we go through enough shit we don't need to have this happen?!?!?! She smiled and told me that if I needed to come back next week for another scan, just call. I am hoping that I won't and will make it until my scheduled one.
Hubs and I make it back out to the car...as we are nearing it he looks at me and goes: and you were worried for nothing, see, with his shit eating smile on!
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