Wednesday, November 17, 2010

How Preemie Moms are Chosen by Irma Bombeck

Did you ever wonder how the mothers of premature babies are chosen? Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth, selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to take notes in a giant ledger. “Beth Armstrong, son. Patron Saint, Matthew. Marjorie Forrest, daughter. Patron Saint, Celia. Carrie Rutledge, twins. Patron Saint … give her Gerard. He’s used to profanity.” Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles. “Give her a preemie.”

The angel is curious. “Why this one, God? She’s so happy.”

“Exactly,” smiles God. “Could I give a premature baby a mother who knows no laughter? That would be cruel.”

“But does she have the patience?” asks the angel.

“I don’t want her to have too much patience, or she’ll drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she’ll handle it. I watched her today. She has that sense of self and independence so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I’m going to give her has a world of its own. She has to make it live in her world, and that’s not going to be easy.”

“But Lord, I don’t think she even believes in you.”

God smiles. “No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just the right amount of selfishness.”

The angel gasps, “Selfishness?! Is that a virtue?”

God nods. “If she can’t separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn’t know it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says ‘mama’ for the first time, she will be witness to a miracle and know it. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see – ignorance, cruelty, prejudice – and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side.”

“And what about her Patron Saint?” asks the angel, his pen poised in the air. God smiles.  


Today is Prematurity Awareness Day.  Fight for Preemies, because they shouldn't have to.

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

Our crazy life

Every week, we have an occupational/physical therapist come and work with Martin.  She gives us oral tips to help him tolerate things in his mouth.  Currently he doesn't take anything in orally.  He's a 100% tubie baby!  one week, she brought him and katryn their own slinkies.  It's one of his favorite toys, because it's light enough he can move it with no problem.  And when he smacks himself in the face, it doesn't hurt as much as the other toys he plays with.  We're working on the arm control, but it's coming along nicely!

Heather (my older sister) and Jonathan got married the first part of October, so we got to spend lots of time with our family!  Katryn loved playing with all her cousins on that side of the family (although she kept asking for her Kyla cousin).  Here's a picture of all my parents grandkids (and me and Frank the Tank, I wasn't trusting any of the kids with Martin).  It's been over a year since we've all been together, so we made sure to get a picture!
Heather and Jonathan had an open house in my parents backyard, the week before they got married.  It was freezing cold, and so we made hot chocolate!  Loved that!  Matt and Martin spent most of the time inside the house, playing the xbox. :)  The boys came out for a few minutes right before they left, and I got some snuggle time with Martin.  My little burrito baby!

And Katryn couldn't get enough running around the yard with her cousins.  This is the only picture of us, because she didn't want to hold still if her cousins didn't have to!

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

my blogs

I know I've said it before, but I'm going to say it again.

if you have my blog, Martin's blog, or Katryn's blog in your side bar, please make sure there are no references to our last name. I would appreciate it! I've gone through all our posts, in all the blogs, and cleaned up last names, and references to where we live. :) a mamma's got to do, what a mamma's got to do!

And on that note, I've opened up Katryn's blog and made it public. Which means I had to change her blog name. It can no longer be found where it used to be found. Her new blogspot is now called: storiesofkatryn.blogspot.com and I've got some great pictures to post on there soon!

And while I'm plugging Katryn's blog, I better plug Martin's blog too: martins-journey.blogspot.com which I will soon have up to date, since it shows he's still in the NICU. :)

Aaannnddd. . . .here's a plug for my recipe blog as well, for all who don't have that :) recipesofacheapskate.blogspot.com

Thanks for reading, following, commenting, and understanding!

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Before and After

We recently decided we were sick of weeds and dirt for a front yard. And the goats and horses that happen to wander through and leave presents I don't want to pick up.


That and with 2 kids and 2 dogs, I needed someplace I could stick them all when I needed a break. Katryn loves to be outside, and I didn't want her in our own yard!! We would have loved to do it ourselves, but with Matt going to school and work, and Martin in the hospital and the traveling I'm doing to see him everyday, it just wasn't feasible for us.

So we recruited Matt's brother Seth, and his Father-in-Law's landscaping company. That's Seth in the above picture, busy killing off everything in the yard. We may need him to come do that to our backyard next.

Then his crew got to work!!

They took out all the plants, including the tree I hated in the front corner. The leveled the yard out and put a sprinkler system in.

A beautiful fence, big enough no one can get out, but small enough that our house still looks welcoming.


and GRASS!!! I forgot how wonderful this is.

The left flowerbeds all around the grass and fence for me to plant whatever I want there. Still not sure WHAT I want, but it's nice to know it's there.

And there you have it. We actually have a YARD now, and I love it!!

Thursday, June 17, 2010

First cloth

Martin in his first cloth diaper. He seemed to like it, and I can't blame him, because who wants chemicals on their bum all day? Not me. . .

The nurses were also amazed by it. When I asked if I could put him in a cloth diaper, she said "sure, but he might poop in it. . ." I laughed, and then pulled out this diaper and said "well, that's kind of the point of diapers!" She thought I was going to put him in the gerber prefolds with pins and plastic pants.


I love it!!

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Feeling Crafty

I've been feeling crafty lately. Actually, my dad calls it "domestic". He used to always make fun of us when we'd ('we' being myself and my 4 sisters) want to do little projects like sewing or cooking and say we were being domestic. I think he did it because we'd always moan and groan whenever an activity like that came up in Young Womens.

However, now that I have grown up (I can't really say 'matured' because I'm not sure that I have. . .) I have the desire to cook, and sew, and be domestic. Shoot, remember my post about how much I love my swiffer??


One of my best friends from high school is having a baby girl, and since I'm poor, and have been feeling crafty, I decided to make a few things for her. Although, if you're reading this Nicky, a few of my favorite can't-live-without baby things are a bumbo and swaddle. love them both!!

Anyway, I bought some gerber prefold diapers. (ps--if you're going to cloth diaper, there are better options out there) I washed them up a few times, because they shrink. Then I cute my flannel to fit, sewed some ribbon to it, and voila! Burp cloths!

And I made some for myself too. :) Everything I own baby-wise is girly!


And then I got really ambitious for Nicky. I made a carseat cover!! I had seen these all over Etsy, and I thought "I can totally do that!!" These run $40 on there. Do you hear me?? for fabric, sewn together, and ribbons holding it to the carseat. FORTY DOLLARS.

I'm in the wrong business. I need to set me up an Etsy store.

and I made mine first, since my mother and I kind of created a pattern after googling a bunch of things. So it's custom, exactly how I wanted it. The real reason I made mine first, is because I didn't want to screw up on the one I was giving away.

Don't worry, I screwed up anyway.

and what's best about these carseat covers (besides the fact that I made them) is that they are reversible AND they have elastic on them, so they won't blow off. You can't tell in the picture, because I can't find the canopy for my carseat. But with the canopy on the carseat, they fit much better.

And here's my ongoing project. I feel like I'm NEVER going to get these done. It's been over a YEAR that I've been working on these. Now that Martin is here, I've really got to get the xsmall and small diapers made. Actually, I just need to get them finished up, so they're out of my way and I can work on other things I want to make.

Like crayon wallets. or something equally cool.

Linking this up to: the girl creative
The Girl Creative

Monday, March 15, 2010

(insert title here)

Sometimes I don't know what to title things. I've always had a hard time with that, even with a creative writing degree, I struggled with titling everything I wrote.

Obviously, I still have that problem.

anyway, I just wanted to post a few pictures of Martin. He is doing so great, and so many things have already happened since he was born, that I don't even know where to start half the time. So I did what I'm prone to do: start another blog (like I need ANOTHER blog. . . .)

martins-journey.blogspot.com

I'm keeping track of everything there, day by day, his progress and setbacks, the things that change, and of course, posting LOTS of pictures. It's pretty much going to turn into a journal for his time spent and the NICU, and as he's growing up.

And on that note, yes, I'll be posting to Katryn's blog soon too. :) (ps-that one is private, so if you want an invite leave your email address in the comments)

One of the huge things that's happened that I didn't think would happen for a while is they let us touch him. I couldn't believe it when they asked if we wanted to stick our hands in there and touch him! Of course we did!! What kind of question is that?! It was completely surreal to be able to touch our little boy. They taught us the right way to touch him. We can't stroke or caress his skin, like one would want to with such a fragile little thing. We have to apply pressure and keep our hands still. It's hard to do that the first time, and not feel like I'm' going to hurt him.

They also taught us when he's cranky to kind of push his legs up in our hand, and apply some pressure on his head to mimic the position he was when he was in the womb. It was amazing to see how fast that worked!! he calmed down right away.

They also let us hold him on sunday!! I about fell over when they pulled him out to hand to me. He's so small my two hands can support his body completely. But it was wonderful to just hold him. They wrapped us up in warm blankets, to help keep his temperature up. He was cranky, and it was hard not to be able to find a way to comfort him. But it was still nice to hold my baby boy. I wasn't expecting this moment to come for a few more weeks.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

onto a new adventure

I can't sleep. I laid in bed for about 2hours, just thinking and decided perhaps if I get my thinking out of my head and written down I can sleep.

We weren't expecting a day like today (well, yesterday now, as I'm slow in getting it posted). it started out like every other day, I woke up at 7am, with my stomach growling. Breakfast wasn't coming for another hour, hour and 1/2. so I played around online and watched TV. My CNA came in and checked vitals at 8am, right on cue, and then breakfast showed up. Raspberry pancakes, bacon, fruit, and juice. Awesome. I love almost all the breakfasts they serve here. Almost.

at about 9:15 I was called for my daily NST--Non Stress Test. They hook me up to 2 monitors, to check for contractions, and 1 to monitor baby's heart-rate. This kid, being the stinker that he is already, right when they had almost enough tracking for him to pass had a large deceleration in his heart-rate. he has decels fairly regularly actually, and they just keep me on the monitors for about another 45 minutes.

But then he kept dropping. The nurse showed it to the doctor and they decided to send me to labor and delivery for some extending monitoring. Not a big deal, last time they sent me, I was back in my room 8hours later.

This time I was back in my room 10 hours later, with a baby in NICU, and my left leg numb from an epidural that only worked on one side.

We weren't expecting that at all, we had just reached our half-way point goal of 36 days in the hospital and 36 more until I was 34 weeks. I didn't think I would make it to 34 weeks, just one of those feelings I had. Although I did expect to go farther than 29weeks, that's for sure.

After I had been in the labor and delivery room for about an hour and 1/2, I realized the pressure I was having on my side (that I have been having on and off for a while) was coming at regular 7-8 minute intervals. But the monitor wasn't picking it up. I told the nurse about them, and she repositioned the tracers and voila! Steady contractions started showing up. they weren't really bothersome for about the first 2-3 hours. Then they started to get painful and closer together. I opted for some IV pain medication, to take the edge off. Didn't really take much of an edge off, and at that point, I think I was about 1cm dilated. That's pretty much nothing, I was disappointed.

a little while later (2-3 hours? I'm not sure) I felt some pressure and they checked me. I was about 4cm dilated. Good grief, at that point I already HAD Katryn. I had a feeling it was going to be a long labor, and I had no prep for a natural birth like I had with Tryn, and I had been in bed for 5 weeks. I had no energy for a long labor. Shot, I hadn't walked more that 5 feet at any given time. Sitting in a wheelchair for more than 30 minutes made me tired!! I was very very weak, and will be for a while I reckon.

I opted for an epidural. I was in tears everytime I had a contraction. I had tingly sensations all over my body, and I think I was freaking myself out a little bit that this labor was going to be long and hard.

At about 6:15pm, they came and gave me the epi. My left side went numb, and my right toes and part of my calf went slightly numb. It was rather frustrating, because all my contractions have been mainly on my right side, so I was still feeling everything pretty strong. as soon as he was done, the doctor (and like 5 residents) came and checked me and told me I was at a 10 and the head was on it's way out.

Things went really fast after that point. to me it feels like it was 5 minutes. Matt says it was longer. I'm not sure if I believe him. We were rushed into the operating room, which has windows to the NICU that they pass the baby through. I pushed twice and he came right out. It was an easy birth, I required nothing after, no stitches or anything, which was wonderful. The hardest part was I got to see one little body part before he was taken away.

Emotions kind of took over me at point. I started crying, and I don't know why. I was shaking uncontrollably. I think was just overwhelmed by everything that was happening, and not quite as prepared as I thought I was. research just doesn't cut it when you actually end up in the situation. The real thing is completely different.

Matt was able to go in after a little while to see him. As soon as they had him stable, he went in and took a few pictures for me, since I had to wait about 2 hours. Then they had to kick him out to do some more things.

When I finally got in to see him, he was doing so great. He's so small. We weren't able to touch him, and I actually wasn't able to get out of the wheelchair. but he looked good and strong. He has to be a strong boy after all that has happened with this pregnancy, he couldn't be anything BUT a fighter. He has an IV in his had, and a few tubes in his belly button, and a few down his throat. They're helping him stay hydrated, keep his stomach inflated a little bit, and his lungs as well so they don't collapse from the pressure of his ribs.

it's just such a miracle that he's here already. We weren't expecting him yet, but we're so grateful that he's doing good. There are still so many thoughts going through my head, which is why I couldn't sleep, my mind just wouldn't shut down. I'm still overwhelmed by it all and it hasn't quite kicked in that I have my second baby here.

So here he is: Martin David B
Date: Friday March 12 , 2010 @ 29 weeks gestation
Time: 7:00pm (and 56 seconds according to matt)
Weight: 2lbs 15oz
Height: 16inches


And now we get to start a new adventure, because after all, this is what living like this does.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

A small request

Dear friends and family, and everyone out there who has my blog linked on their blog:

I like to keep my blog somewhat anonymous. I purposely try to not post things like what city I live in, my last name, other's last names, or information that could make it easy to figure out exactly who I am, and where I'm at. I'm not perfect at it, but I do try so I can protect my family a little bit from the wonderful world of their lives being on public display online.

If you could please check my listing on your blog roll, and if you are using my last name, will you please edit it out? You could post it as "Krystal B" or the title of my blog, but I ask that you please don't use my last name, and support me in my choice to not publicly use my last name online. I love that you have me linked to your blog! and I love finding more blogs from blog hopping that way!

Thank you!
-Krystal

ps-I am in no way calling anyone out, and am not trying to offend, but just keep my anonymity.

The 'real' adventure

I just wrote about the start of this wonderful bedrest I'm on. Now I'm going to write about day 2, because it was something else. Although the first day was pretty intense, this day was too!

At about 5:30am, the night nurse came into my room and asked me "are you feeling your contractions?" I told her no, because I wasn't it. But apparently I was contracting pretty good. The doctor on call from my office, the same one as the day before, came into my room and started talking with me. I was still pretty out of it, I was on magnisum sulfate, had taken a sleeping pill, and my mind was still trying to wrap around the entire situation.

The doctor told me that they weren't comfortable with my contractions, and they were going to transfer me to another hospital. But the hospital is their 'chain' didn't want me, because I was only 24 weeks! so the doctor told me another hospital would take me. This hospital HAS the means to take care of a 24weeker, and is connected (not next too, but CONNECTED) to probably the BEST children's hospital is the west.

And then he gave me the kicker: "Because your last labor was so fast, and if this baby decided to come now, it would be even fast because you don't have to dilate as much since the baby is so much smaller, we can't risk sending you by ambulance because the baby could come during the ride. We're life-flighting you to the hospital." He checked me one more time, and I was still completely closed, so whatever contractions they were picking up they weren't causing me to dilate. But you don't risk anything when it comes to a preemie, I understand that.

if I hadn't been so out from the cursed mag, I think my jaw would have hit the floor. He told me they would be there in about 1/2 hour. I called matt at his parents house, and told him, and called my parents and told them since Katryn would need to be dropped off at their house for the day, and then I just prepared myself.

They were fast when they got there. Very fast. I was put on a gurney (I think) and strapped down. The had monitors all over me still to keep track of everything, and they wheeled me out at around 6:30am. Matt had shown up right before I left, just enough to give me a kiss and climb back in his car to drive up to the hospital.

I don't remember much about the flight, except that I wanted to look out the window, and I sure couldn't see anything. The ob nurse on the flight was amazing. She was one of those nurses that I want to have every day (after having some bad nurses, like the one who didn't get me ANYTHING after giving birth to Katryn) I've come to know what I like and don't like about a nurse. I liked this one, and I wanted her to stay with me.

It was a very surreal experience, I think I had emotionally detached myself from everything. Which is probably a good thing, because there was a lot going on.

They got me settled into a room fast and hooked back up to more monitors. there were probably 4 nurses doing different things, hooking up different IV's,getting my information, getting me settled in, and i think there were 2 OB doctors, doing an ultrasound and going through my records. They checked the baby's position, so they would know where he was in case of an emergency csection. They also had some anesthesiologists come in and take a look at me. They determined that I'm not made for general anesthetics. My throat, and checks just don't cut it, it would be pretty painful, and hard work to get the tube down my throat. They thought I'd be better off with a spinal if the case arose.

I might have cursed then. I do NOT like getting poked, and I do NOT like being contained by wires/cords. That was a large reason in my choice of a natural birth for Katryn. and I'm freaked out about the idea of knowing they're slicing me open. why would I want to be awake during that?!

anyway, the day finally slowed down. I probably met about 20 people, resident after resident kept coming in and introducing themselves, listening to my heart and lungs, taking my pulse, checking my reflexes, all that stuff. And I was still confined to the bed so I was calling the nurse every hour because I had to pee. At one point they did give me a catheter, not because I needed it, but they needed a urine sample and at that point, it was the easiest way to get a sample. I didn't care too much for that, and I'd be happy to never have one again. They described it as having a UTI, which I've had before, but I'd rather have a UTI than a catheter.

One of the things I remember about the room was there was a window in it. But the window didn't go outside. it was a window to the NICU, so if the baby came, they would open the window and everything they need was RIGHT THERE. i thought that was so awesome. Very reassuring for a mother.

after about 12 hours of monitoring, another steroid shot, more IV's, more residents, and other things I don't remember, they decided I was stable enough to be transferred to the other side, with the bedrest moms! yay!! so they got me a wheelchair, and some warm blankets to wrap up in. I couldn't stand, I could hardly move, I needed all the help they gave me to get into the wheelchair.

The mag I was on had a lot of side effects. Luckily I didn't get sick, which is apparently the most common one. But I couldn't focus my eyes, I had NO energy (that might have been from lack of food for about 24 hours though) and I just had that general fuzzy feeling going on. Matt said it was pretty bad, I was really out of it. Similar to when I take nyquil! I can't remember anything, and I can't focus on anything. He said it was worse than when I take nyquil though.

My mother came to visit, and brought some stuff. I think. like I said, I was pretty out of it. I remember being wheeled to the room and having them bring me a sandwich, which was the best sandwich I ever ate. at least it felt like it.

I remember a lady from the therapy coming and talking with me. She ended up bringing me a basket of things, like books, crosswords, little paint projects. They have a lot of things for the moms to do, to keep from going crazy I think.

And now I'm here, everyday, until the baby comes. And even then, after he comes I'll probably be here every day, just on the NICU side. The nurses have all been wonderful, and there's a nice window in the room that looks into another building. :) Matt has been able to take sick/vacation time, and go on Family Medical Leave so he's able to stay here with me. I'm so luck to be able to have him here, I don't know how the other moms do it without someone here. My parents and Matt's parents are taking turns watching Katryn and the dogs. My parents watch Katryn and Moya during the day, and they stay at Matt's parents for the weekends and nights.

and that was just day TWO. As of now, I've been on bedrest for 17 days, and I'm hoping to make it 55 more days. That will put me at 34 weeks, which usually at that point, it's better for the baby to be in the NICU than in me any longer.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

My new Home

I have a new home, for hopefully at least 62 more days. The hospital. Yup, it happened! and they're not letting me go anyway. Here's the story, and as an FYI, like all things involving pregnancy and the 'perks' of pregnancy, there may be some details that you as a reader will think "wow, I really didn't want to know that. . ." since I will be mentioning the area the baby is growing, and where the baby will be coming out of, but this is for my records anyway, since I don't have a journal here with me to write it down.

You have been fairly warned. :)

the last thursday in January, I thought my water had started leaking, but after a little while, determined that it was just my SCH bleeding AGAIN. so I disregarded it. actually I called the midwife on call and she told me it was probably just extra discharge, because being pregnant does funny things like that to you. But the reason I determined it was my SCH was because it was the color of old blood, and the Peri had told me I had a lot of old blood hanging around. And I passed a clot, which I assumed was my SCH, so I was actually pretty excited. Except I kept leaking for a week. Finally I decided that I really AM leaking fluid that I shouldn't be leaking and called my midwives to set up an appointment.

They got me in right away and Abby checked me out. I like when she's the midwife I see, because she delivered Katryn and was so helpful it letting me have the natural birth I wanted. anyway, I explained to her what had been happening for the past week, she measured my belly, which was right on, listened to the heartbeat, which was perfect and checked my cervix, which was completely closed still (thank heavens!) She also took a few tests that can determine if it is amniotic fluid leaking out. Another one of the tests checks to see if you're going to go into labor in the next two weeks. That test checks for the presence of the 'glue' keeping the placenta attached. The first test was positive, but I never found out the results of the second test.

She also sent me in for an ultrasound, where they checked the fluid level, and measured a few other things, like the tummy, brain, and an arm or leg, just to see how things were growing. After I get back to the room, Matt showed up. He had dropped me off, and then went and dropped the dogs and Katryn off at my parents. I'm so glad he made it when he did!

Abby came back with the head OB. a lot of what he said did go over my head, but I have been doing enough research because of all my complications that I knew what was going to happen. He told me that what we had was a VERY serious problem. I was one day shy of 24 weeks and I had basically no amniotic fluid left.

24 weeks is a very important landmark in pregnancy. That's considered viability, the point at which doctors will activity try to save your baby if you deliver. Before then, there really isn't much they can do. Even at 24 weeks there's not a lot they can do, but they work a lot harder.

The doctor said some more things, but the gist of it was "You are now our patient, and you need to go straight to labor and delivery".

and we walked out the door. It was about this point that I lost it. This pregnancy has been such a trial for me, and it seems like every other day there's some other concern about the baby. I just want a healthy pregnancy, like I had with Katryn. Starts with me thinking I'm miscarrying when I started spotting at like 7 weeks, to the first gush of blood at 10 weeks and going to the ER, to being diagnosed with a probable miscarriage coming, then the SCH, and spontaneously gushing blood and the most akward times, just to rush to the doctors and hear that reasurring heartbeat. To be told I was most likely pregnant with twins, but for some reason one didn't develop, that the baby's cord is probably implanted in the wrong spot and the baby isn't getting a lot of nutrients and will be a small baby, that there might be genetic defeats, and now that this baby might be coming anyday and come have very serious long term problems from being born too early. It was just too much to take, I had finally reached my emotional limit. Everything had been out of my hands the entire time. I knew that, and that's what made it even harder. There was nothing I could have done about any of it anyway!!

We stopped by my parents house before going to the hospital where my dad and matt gave me a blessing of comfort. It was much needed, and calmed me down. I didn't have the fear that had been so prevalent. I was and still am concerned about everything, but not scared. Which was good considering what was going to come.

We headed to the hospital, where they quickly checked me in and had me change into a gown. of course, right then I had a little leak which made everyone jump into action. I was given an IV with fluids, started on magnesium sulfate and given a steroid shot in my butt. yeah, I felt like I was a little kid again. The mag is supposed to stop labor (which I wasn't having) as well as help the baby's brain develop. The steroid shot helps the baby's lungs develop. They also started antibiotics to make sure neither me OR the baby would get an infection. Once the water breaks, the risk of infection gets higher. And they wanted to make sure that in case it was an infection that CAUSED the water the break they took care of it. They hooked up the heart monitor for the baby, and the contraction monitor for me on my belly. They also gave me a blood pressure cuff that checked my B/P about every 5-10 minutes, a pulse monitor on my finger, and leg cuffs that inflate and deflate so I don't get clots in my legs. They wouldn't let me leave the bed for anything. I mean ANYTHING. I had to call the nurse when I needed to use the bathroom, and she helped me get into a bedpan. Yeah, once you're pregnant at the hospital, modesty kind of goes out the window. . . .

The OB on call for my doctors office came and talked with me a for little. mostly told me the same thing the OB at the office told me, but told me the statistics. Statistics have never been on my side, so I didn't really want to hear them. Once the water breaks, 30% of people deliver within 24 hours, 30% within 2 weeks, and everyone else goes indefinitely. I was still in that 2 week period. He also explained that if they had to do an emergency c-section, it would be different than your standard c-section. They have to cut the opposite way, and I would ALWAYS have to have c-section for other pregnancies. He then told me though, that the hospital I was at is not equipped to handle a 24-weeker, and if I did have the baby, they would stabilize him, and life-flight him to Primary Children's Hospital in Salt Lake. And then they let me be for a while.

matt left for the night, went to his parents to put Katryn to bed and they gave me a sleeping pill. They still come to check on me every few hours, plus with the IV I was on, I needed the nurse to help me with a bedpan all the time too. And I was still leaking fluid. It was a LONG day, and LONG night. But the sleeping pill worked!

And that was Thursday, Feb 4th. Friday will come later.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Coming Soon!

I've got lots to post, it's been a while since I've posted much. 1st-Katryn turned 2! we had a wonderful birthday party, even though I wasn't able to make the cake or really do much at all, like I had wanted too.

She still loved it, and had lots of fun! I'll post more later, I've got a lot of great pictures of her!.


Now, a quick update on my pregnancy. Thanks for the wellwishes and prayers from everyone, they have been much appreciated and needed at this time.

At our 20 week ultrasound, they found a few things of concern and sent me to see the perinatologist (aka-ultrasound expert) at the hospital. They didn't tell me WHY they were sending me, just that the midwives and OBs saw some things that they wanted the peri to check out. I assumed it was the cord placement, which my midwife had mentioned it looked like it was implanted on the side of the placenta, instead of the top. She said, it's very rare, but not usually life-threatening for the baby (it's the other things that usually go along with it that are bad--don't google these things!! it freaked me out). Or it was my Subchorionic hemorrhage.

so the peri was very nice and explained that he wanted to look at the cord placement, and the baby's bowel. I said "uh, ok" so he started looking and explaining what he saw, and why the Doctors office was concerned. I don't do any of the optional testing when I'm pregnant. Things that test for your chance of having genetic defects like Trisomy18, or Downs, or anything like that. You can't prevent it, and it's usually not 100% anyway, and I don't want the stress that comes from knowing the 'chance'. 1st he checked the cord, and determined that it looks like it's in the right place (thank heavens!) but it's looped down below the baby (who is still breech) and is inbetween the baby and the cervix. This is only problematic if the cord doesn't move and my water breaks. At which point I am rushed in for an emergency csection because the baby is putting pressure on the cord and pretty much dying. Very very scary, but very possible right now if the cord doesn't move.

The other thing he checked was the baby's bowel. The office was concerned because the bowel looked "bright" on the ultrasound, and that's not normal. usually if it looks like that, it's because of a genetic defect of the baby. Since I don't get tested for those, he wanted to look closer at it. Thankfully, he determined that it's not bright enough. He said he was taught to look if it's as bright, or brighter than the bone images (which are white on an ultrasound). The baby's bowel wasn't. he said because I have a lot of old blood due to my hemorrage, just hanging out still, the baby probably swallowed some of it, which gave it a solid meal, which it was not used it, obviously!

He put me on restricted activity/modified bedrest. I'm not supposed to lift anything heavy (aka-katryn, laundry, groceries) or do anything for a long time (like walking, standing, cleaning etc). It's really put a damper on things around here, because I really can't do much of anything!! He also wants me to come back at 24 weeks to check on everything. That'll probably be sometime next week, or the week after.

The peri said our biggest concern right now is preterm labor, or premature rupture of the membranes (my water breaking early). so taking it easy is important right now! Katryn was born 3 weeks early, so I was expecting this little one to come early as well! but hopefully not TOO early, since the hospital is 30 minutes away. If for whatever reason the cord hasn't moved by the end of april I'm moving to my parents, who live across the street from the hospital, so to be on the safe side of things!

anyway, so we would appreciate all the prayers you can send our way! We could use them right now!

Oh yeah, and we found out what we're having--this kid was NOT shy. Even if we hadn't wanted to find out, there was no way to miss that we're having a little BOY!!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

My pups

Just wanted to take a minute to show off my pups, because I got some good pictures of them. Plus, I haven't posted any pictures of our NEW Christmas present. That's the second picture

Indy: doing what she does best, stealing a blanket, and trying to sleep.

And our Christmas present, Moya, a purebred siberian husky. She likes to lay in the computer desk. I think she thinks its a cave or something. . . .She won't fit there much longer though!

Friday, January 15, 2010

She's all mine

Yup, that mouth full of food, crazy 'sleeping bag' hair, BabyLegs on the arms AND legs. . .neither of which match the cute flower dress, thinking about dancing on the table, happy little girl is mine.

I think I'll keep her around for a while longer.