I'm a Mommy!

Its official. I’m a Mommy! I could probably write an entire book about what has happened this past week, but I really don’t want to hash out all of those details right now when they are still raw. But I wanted to at least put up the super condensed version of events since I’ve been THE WORST with calling people to keep them updated. I want to say right away that I wasn’t trying to KEEP the news from anyone, but you think you’ve been overlooked, I hope you will understand after this update.

Around New Years Eve, I swelled up drastically and got a splitting blinding headache. Those are 2 big warning signals for Preeclampsia, a blood pressure condition in pregnant ladies. That kicked off trip to Labor and Delivery over that weekend, an OB appointment on Monday, and a 24 hour urine test (I got to carry around a jug of pee for 24 hours and keep adding to it… yeah awesome). Tuesday afternoon, I get a call from my OB telling me to pack my bag, and get my butt to the hospital. She said my test results were through the roof, proving severe Preeclampsia, so he needs to induce me ASAP before I have issues like seizures, or liver or kidney failure. I’m told that in laments terms, my body can no longer house both of us, and I’m, in a sense, allergic to the baby, and that is causing toxins to be spilled into my blood, making everything fail.

Kenny, my Mommy, and myself get to the hospital that night, get our room, and I get hooked up to drugs to start my labor. Without much effort, my labor kicks in, and before long I’m having super strong contractions. Started pushing at about 2pm. After about 2 hours of pushing, it became very clear that there was something wrong. At this point I couldn’t even talk because of the amount of pain I was in. They wheeled me in for an emergency C-Section.

Once they got the spinal block in, my pain was erased for about 2 minutes. Starting at my toes and working up slowly, I went totally numb, which was great until the meds reached my lungs. After about 2 minutes, all I can do is take the tiniest quickest gasps. Once the med doc finally notices this, and checks my arms to find out that the spinal block traveled too far up, he puts an oxygen mask on me. I couldn’t talk, and barely breath. I couldn’t understand the voices around me, I could feel Kenny rubbing my face, but I couldn’t find him. I legit thought I was dying. I heard a tiny squeak of a cry, then nothing. I couldn’t see her, I no longer heard her, and I couldn’t tell what the voices around me were saying. They had to wisk her away to the NICU.

Coming out of the spinal block I just wanted my baby. I knew there was something wrong, but didn’t know what. I wasn’t able to meet her until about 11pm. Then I wasn’t able to hold her until the next day… That brings us to Thursday…,

She is still in the Nursery, but she MIGHT be able to finally come to my room today. And if I’m super lucky, she MIGHT be able to leave with me on Saturday… With all of the extra drama, me and Kenny decided its best to wait for her to be back to 100% before she starts meeting everyone we love.

So, Wednesday Elizabeth Lane, born via emergency c-section, January 5th, at 5:44pm, 7lbs, 4oz, 18 inches long. She is getting better everyday, and is absolutely the most beautiful baby ever.

Forever and a Day

My Baby girl Wednesday,

You could make your grand entrance at anytime now. Will the time you decide to come out reflect on who you will be? Come a little too early, and maybe have an issue or two, but you just couldn't wait to see what the world has going on. Or come right on time, because you know everyone will be thrilled, and you wouldn't want to worry anyone. Or maybe even dig your heels in for an extended stay since you are so warm and comfy, and hearing all of us out here pacing the floors makes you giggle.

I know you have a plan in place. I've been learning about you for months. You're ticklish! When I want to feel you move, the pokes and rubs don't do it. But if I scratchy tickle you in my tummy, that always gets you moving! You really don't like the smell of fried chicken, yet Pine-sol smells so good to you that I have to restrain myself from drinking it.

You already play with your big sister. She likes to lay right on top of you in my belly and purrrrrr.... When you hear and feel her, you each take turns giving each other gentle pokes. Whenever I talk right to you, you give me sweet rolls all over my tummy. like a baby massage. When you hear your Daddy's voice, you keep super still, like you are trying to hear every word he says. ​​

I've learned alot about you in the past months, and I can't wait to meet you. I'm anxious, scared, clueless, stressed, excited, and terrified about what comes next. You will be here soon... I'm certain, once I get to see your face, kiss your tiny hands, and hear your loud cry you have been saving up for months, all of the crazy obstacles we have been going through will melt away. I'd run through hell and back thousands of times if the end result was you. I can't wait to meet you Wednesday Elizabeth. I already love you so much. Forever and a day. ​

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53 days. That’s all that is left between me and motherhood. Give or take of course. I’m feeling extremely torn. On one hand, I am BEYOND ready to have this pregnancy be over, to have my body be mine again.. On the other hand, I have to realize that by wishing my pregnancy over, means I’m wishing for her to get here faster… which means, I’m a mom.

I don’t know for sure, but I’ve got a pretty good guess that becoming a parent is probably the biggest thing that can happen to a person in life. Nothing will be the same. I will officially no longer be my own top priority. There will always be someone on this earth that I will love more than myself, and who’s needs will always come first. There is going to be a living, breathing, real live person that I built from scratch. She will have her own body, mind, personality. She will be totally one of a kind, and she will be mine.

I’m ready for this pregnancy to be over. Am I ready for everything else that comes along with that? I guess I have to be. :)

A Whole New World

There are a lot of different levels of tiredness. There is the standard, end of the day tired, then after a busy day tired, being sick tired, tired from a lot of manual labor, lazy tired, tired for no reason, and everyone has experienced the kind of tired that makes you feel like you literally can not keep your eyes open for a moment longer. Over the past few weeks, I have surpassed all of those, entering a whole new level of exhaustion that I never imagined could exist, in which I think I have discovered an alternate universe.

This universe is far passed the yawning, blurred vision, and crankiness of the normal realm of exhaustion, and entered into a whole new level. In this universe, not much matters. You don’t really care what you look like, the tasks you need to finish, what you say to people, and you probably wouldn’t even mind if someone stole your car, or hit you in the ass with a golf club. Its really not that bad.

I never sleep anymore. On the random day that I am able to fall asleep, I wake up at either 1:30 or 3:30 on the nose, then can’t go back to sleep. My baby has officially gotten so big, that we can no longer both live our lives comfortable in the same body. I obviously can’t sleep on my tummy, if I lay on my back the whole world goes fuzzy, and I can’t breath. Sometimes my side works, but each side is only good for about 5 minutes. That’s when she stretches or repositions herself making it so I can’t breath and my heart races. Flip, flop, repeat… Insomnia, hot flashes, achy back/legs, acid reflux, peeing every 15-20 minutes, baby feet in my ribs, and the constant pain of my crotch bone splitting in half . That should complete my list of new things to bitch about.

It may not seem like it, but this is actually a happy blog update. I may have a lot of crap to bitch about physically lately, and that isn’t likely to change, but overall, in general, I’m feeling pretty awesome lately! The doc switched my antidepressant a bit over a month ago, and I cannot begin to explain how different I feel. The stereotypical black cloud around me has thinned so much I can barely see it, and I’m finally starting to feel like myself again. I no longer feel like throwing myself off a bridge! Sure I’m still scared about whats ahead, but really, who isn’t?

Thanks for Nothing

I’ve been fighting the same headache for over a week. After trying all the meds I’m allowed, home remedies, 2 prescription meds, and a trip to my OB, nothing was working. On the advice of my OB, my mom took me kicking and screaming to the ER on Saturday. My OB had told me that since not even the prescription meds were helping, the next step was to get a shot of some sort of pain killer at the hospital. Fine. I give in.

When I originally called Labor and Delivery to let them know my situation they told me to come in through the ER, and they would send me up there after getting registered. That didn’t happen. The ER said since I was there for a “non-pregnancy related issue” I was to stay down in the ER and get treated there. Ok, fine. The doctor that came in had just opened my chart while he walked in the room. He starts by scolding me. “You have had headaches all your life, and NEVER got them checked out?!” Sorry doctor-man, not all of us have the luxury of health insurance. I say this to him, in a nicer way of course, and also say that if it was just ME I was worried about, I would just suck-it-up, but all of this pain can’t be good for my baby. To this he says “oh your pregnant?”… You are kidding me right?

He then goes on to say how it is “inconvenient” that I am pregnant because he needs to do a CAT scan (or maybe it was a CT scan, I can’t remember), and that there is no way of shielding my FETUS from the radiation. He said they can shield my abdomen but that doesn’t guarantee anything. Ok… NO! So I refuse the scan, and he gets an attitude. He starts rattling off some meds he can try, but the way he is saying them, he is more trying to cover his ass incase something goes wrong rather than telling me the actual risks.

He leaves the room, and I start crying hysterically. I felt bad enough going to the hospital for “just a headache”, and now he has me thinking anything I do is going to hurt my baby. My mom gets on the phone with Labor and Delivery to see what we can do about getting a doctor that isn’t a total moron. They say to call them to clear each medication before its given to make sure its safe.

A nurse comes in to start me on oxygen, an IV of fluids, and says she is also putting in an anti-nausea med Reglan, which she cleared with the OBGYN. I tell her I’m NOT nauseous, to which she says “maybe the dr is giving it for the migraine then.” Hey, what do I know? Not even 2 minutes after the IV is in, I get an INTENSE hot-flash, become covered in sweat, and want to rip my skin off. I was confused and disoriented and wanted to get the hell out of there ASAP. A few minutes after that I start shaking uncontrollably, like a naked guy in a snow storm. A while later a different nurse comes in, and I ask if the shakes are normal. “No, its just fluids. Maybe you are just stressed.” is all I get before she leaves.

An hour later the moron doctor comes back in to see if I’m better. “NO!” I tell him that I just want to get the hell out of there ASAP. He says the nurse will be in to give me a shot of steroids as a last option, and take my IV out. A half out later we are finally out the door, and I’ve never felt worse. Poked, and yelled at, and freaked out that I was hurting my baby. I was still shaking like a leaf, and I felt 10000% horrible. We got home, and I went right to bed. Full night of tossing, turning, sweating, shaking, and generally feeling like I want to die. Not to mention feeling like a total freak for not being able to control my body, when all that was given to me was “just fluids.”

Today I was writing myself a little note about what happened, so I can be sure to tell my OBGYN what exactly happened. I was looking up the correct spelling for Reglan online (the nausea med they gave me that I said I didn’t need), and surprise surprise!
“Reglan can cause severe reactions such as uncontrollable tremors (that may be irreversible), fever, confusion, sweating, and rapid heartbeat.” The list goes on, but those particular reactions obviously hit-home.

So thank you hospital, for not only NOT making me feel better, but for being rude, scaring me, poisoning me, and making me believe I was crazy. It was truly a bitchin’ Saturday night.

All done!... No wait......

You would think that making a baby registry would be easy. WRONG. I’m probably obsessing too much about what I’m putting on there. I have a habit of researching the hell out of stuff before buying it, which I don’t think is a bad habit to have, but it is making this process exhausting!

I was told to register at Target in addition to the one I did at Babies-R-Us, for the people who don’t have a Babies-R-Us near them, and aren’t a fan of online shopping. I did some research, and the stuff that I registered for a t BRU that was cheaper at Target, got switched. Then there was the process of going through all the checklists to make sure I have the essentials, most of which I hand no idea what they were a month ago.

I had to get all of this done ASAP so the invites can go out soon. Monday I thought I was done. Wrong! Wednesday, I find a bouncy seat that bounces all by itself! I know! Amazing right?! (Don’t worry, I know you probably don’t really care.) Anyways, again, I think I’m done… I hope.

Any-who, here they are! I’m totally open for suggestions… Unless your suggestion is for me to start over, in which case you can go to hell. <3

Target Registry

Babies-R-Us Registry

BUMP in the night

This past Saturday night, I was almost asleep in a very comfy hotel bed, when I was attacked. I guess it was more of an accidental assault really. There I was, minding my own business, snoozing comfortably on my back, with my hand resting on my tummy, when BOOM! My lil alien kicks my hand right the hell off my tummy. Scared the ever-loving crap out of me. I flew out of bed, and screamed at the top of my lungs.

Of course I knew this was coming. Babies are alive, and they move, and sooner or later I was going to KNOW she was moving. But JEEZE! She didn’t bother getting me warmed up to the kicks she will be providing me with for the next 3-4 months, she went right for the “wake the hell up Mommy” kicks! My knee-jerk reaction was sorta like when you have a bee fly down your shirt, and the whole “AHHHH! Get it off! Get it off!” I don’t care what other people say, being waken up by your own belly kicking you is bazaar!

Once I got my heart rate under control, I got back in bed and just stared dumb-founded at my belly. She continued her little dance for about an hour, and I could watch her kicks and rolls moving all around my belly. Watching her, it became less and less “creepy horror movie with aliens in belly” and more and more “oh my god, that’s my baby.”

Because of the obstacles being thrown at me the past few months, I haven’t been enjoying my pregnancy. I’ve been missing out on the excitement of it all. I have been trying SO hard to get into it, but it just wasn’t working… Now I feel her dance at least once a day, and it is the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. At most this only happens for an hour a day, but I feel like this is a step in the right direction. Thank you baby Wednesday.