Friday, May 2, 2014
Andre's Home!!!
On April 16, 2014 Andre was released from the NICU with a clean bill of health!!! Words cannot describe how amazing it felt to pack up my baby and take him home! I was overjoyed and terrified all at once. Luckily everything has been going pretty well and at his two week doctors appointment he had gained 6 oz putting him up to 6 lbs and 5 oz! He is still under 19 inches long and his head measures pretty tiny. Overall he is at the very bottom of the charts for everything but that's ok...he's healthy! And let's face it, how tall was the kid going to be with Charles and I as parents? Haha.
Mommy and Andre on his first day home.
Furrby is Here: Part 3 NICU
My doctor did her best to release me as soon as possible so that I could be with Andre at the IU North hospital. It absolutely killed me that I wasn't with my son. It helped to know that Charles and his parents were with our son and my mom was with me. My sisters and dad were able to visit with me during the late morning/early afternoon then they went by the NICU to see Andre and Charles before they left. They weren't able to hold him but they could at least see the newest member of our family.
After I proved that I could use the bathroom, bathe myself and get up and about my doctor released me from the hospital around 5:30 in the evening. My mom went to fill my prescriptions and then we headed to IU North. By this time Charles had to head back to Lafayette to try and get a little sleep before he had to work that evening. When we arrived at the NICU it was around 7:30 and I was overjoyed to see my baby but slightly taken aback by all of the machines his little body was hooked up to. Charles and his dad had been sending us pictures while I was still at the other hospital so I knew what he was hooked up to but it was still much more scary seeing it all in person.
IU North is a Riley hospital that is located on the north side of Indy instead of downtown. This facility is simply amazing. They treat the parents, especially the super hormonal stressed out new mom, so well its unbelievable. Since I was pumping milk all of my meals were absolutely free which was such a blessing both financially and stress wise (the last thing I wanted to think about was going and getting food...especially considering I had NO appetite whatsoever). Andre was in his very own room that had a recliner and a couch thing in the corner of the room with a curtain you could pull for privacy. We had our own tv and cabinets to put our things. Charles and I were allowed to sleep in there over night but grandparents were not. They also had sleep rooms on the floor above Andre's room that had a queen size bed, night stands and a chair, a community bathroom for the three sleep rooms and even a laundry room. They even provided the detergent so that I could wash my clothes which I ended up having to do a few times! We ended up getting a sleep room all of the nights that I was in the hospital which was great for me to try and get some sleep. The nights that Charles was not working and able to stay at the hospital he slept in the room with Andre.
In the previous post I wrote about Andre's conditions as we knew them at the time. Every morning the doctors and nurses did rounds and would go over his progress/condition at that point. Luckily for us, he was improving greatly everyday. I'm not sure that I can remember every detail that happen and what exact days they happened on but this is pretty much how our week in NICU played out:
-Within a day of being in the NICU, before I even got to the hospital to see him, Andre's breathing tube was removed and replaced with the supplemental oxygen via the little tubes that go in your nostrels
-After a few days he was off of oxygen all together
-He had a feeding tube going up his nose into his stomach (it was in his mouth but he HATED it) and that was removed either Sunday or Monday and we were able to feed him bottles by mouth.
-He still had the central line coming out of his umbilical cord that was giving him antibiotics for the infection that he had. The problem was they were unsure of what type of infection it was. Since they gave me antibiotics before surgery he already had some in his system (which was a good thing) but it didn't allow any bacteria to grow in the cultures they took upon his arrival. The biggest dilemma our entire stay was WHAT type of infection he had and making sure that he got the antibiotics for long enough to cure the infection.
-They preformed TWO spinal taps on Andre to rule out meningitis (thankfully it wasn't!!!).
-After determining there was no meningitis the doctors said that he only needed the antibiotics for 7 days which meant we were heading home on Wednesday the 16th of April when Andre was 1 week old.
During our stay at the NICU I was trying to recover from my csection. I was in quite a bit of pain at the beginning even though I was taking my pain pills religiously. On Monday morning I woke up to find that my incision was infected and needed attention quickly. I called my doctors office and she got me an appointment in the afternoon and my mom was able to take me. Dr. Stephenson looked at my incision and said it was definitely infected and that a lot of the drainage I was having was from all of the fluids I was retaining from the preeclampsia. She gave me some meds and sent us on our way. I ended up needing to go to the urgent care clinic on Saturday after we got home because it was getting worse and they took cultures of the incision and gave me different antibiotics. Eventually it began to heal and is now pretty much normal.
Andre's birth was pretty traumatizing and no one knows what really caused all of it to happen. One doctor at Riley thought that either my body was making antibodies against Andre because our blood types are different or that before birth some of his blood transferred to me and that is why he was anemic. The most likely scenario is that the length of labor, stress of delivery with an infection on top of his anemia led to chaos. The doctors cant really give me the chances of this kind of thing happening again which means having more kids will need to be decided upon and discussed with my doctor. Dr. Stephenson doesn't think it would happen again but I will need time to recover emotionally before considering trying for another!!
Charles and I were hesitant to put many pictures of Andre hooked to machines on any social media at first and only shared them with immediate family. Now that he is home and doing well I am more comfortable sharing them.
After I proved that I could use the bathroom, bathe myself and get up and about my doctor released me from the hospital around 5:30 in the evening. My mom went to fill my prescriptions and then we headed to IU North. By this time Charles had to head back to Lafayette to try and get a little sleep before he had to work that evening. When we arrived at the NICU it was around 7:30 and I was overjoyed to see my baby but slightly taken aback by all of the machines his little body was hooked up to. Charles and his dad had been sending us pictures while I was still at the other hospital so I knew what he was hooked up to but it was still much more scary seeing it all in person.
IU North is a Riley hospital that is located on the north side of Indy instead of downtown. This facility is simply amazing. They treat the parents, especially the super hormonal stressed out new mom, so well its unbelievable. Since I was pumping milk all of my meals were absolutely free which was such a blessing both financially and stress wise (the last thing I wanted to think about was going and getting food...especially considering I had NO appetite whatsoever). Andre was in his very own room that had a recliner and a couch thing in the corner of the room with a curtain you could pull for privacy. We had our own tv and cabinets to put our things. Charles and I were allowed to sleep in there over night but grandparents were not. They also had sleep rooms on the floor above Andre's room that had a queen size bed, night stands and a chair, a community bathroom for the three sleep rooms and even a laundry room. They even provided the detergent so that I could wash my clothes which I ended up having to do a few times! We ended up getting a sleep room all of the nights that I was in the hospital which was great for me to try and get some sleep. The nights that Charles was not working and able to stay at the hospital he slept in the room with Andre.
In the previous post I wrote about Andre's conditions as we knew them at the time. Every morning the doctors and nurses did rounds and would go over his progress/condition at that point. Luckily for us, he was improving greatly everyday. I'm not sure that I can remember every detail that happen and what exact days they happened on but this is pretty much how our week in NICU played out:
-Within a day of being in the NICU, before I even got to the hospital to see him, Andre's breathing tube was removed and replaced with the supplemental oxygen via the little tubes that go in your nostrels
-After a few days he was off of oxygen all together
-He had a feeding tube going up his nose into his stomach (it was in his mouth but he HATED it) and that was removed either Sunday or Monday and we were able to feed him bottles by mouth.
-He still had the central line coming out of his umbilical cord that was giving him antibiotics for the infection that he had. The problem was they were unsure of what type of infection it was. Since they gave me antibiotics before surgery he already had some in his system (which was a good thing) but it didn't allow any bacteria to grow in the cultures they took upon his arrival. The biggest dilemma our entire stay was WHAT type of infection he had and making sure that he got the antibiotics for long enough to cure the infection.
-They preformed TWO spinal taps on Andre to rule out meningitis (thankfully it wasn't!!!).
-After determining there was no meningitis the doctors said that he only needed the antibiotics for 7 days which meant we were heading home on Wednesday the 16th of April when Andre was 1 week old.
During our stay at the NICU I was trying to recover from my csection. I was in quite a bit of pain at the beginning even though I was taking my pain pills religiously. On Monday morning I woke up to find that my incision was infected and needed attention quickly. I called my doctors office and she got me an appointment in the afternoon and my mom was able to take me. Dr. Stephenson looked at my incision and said it was definitely infected and that a lot of the drainage I was having was from all of the fluids I was retaining from the preeclampsia. She gave me some meds and sent us on our way. I ended up needing to go to the urgent care clinic on Saturday after we got home because it was getting worse and they took cultures of the incision and gave me different antibiotics. Eventually it began to heal and is now pretty much normal.
Andre's birth was pretty traumatizing and no one knows what really caused all of it to happen. One doctor at Riley thought that either my body was making antibodies against Andre because our blood types are different or that before birth some of his blood transferred to me and that is why he was anemic. The most likely scenario is that the length of labor, stress of delivery with an infection on top of his anemia led to chaos. The doctors cant really give me the chances of this kind of thing happening again which means having more kids will need to be decided upon and discussed with my doctor. Dr. Stephenson doesn't think it would happen again but I will need time to recover emotionally before considering trying for another!!
Charles and I were hesitant to put many pictures of Andre hooked to machines on any social media at first and only shared them with immediate family. Now that he is home and doing well I am more comfortable sharing them.
I forgot to mention that he was able to get out from under the lights after about three days or so. Poor baby couldn't see!!!
Friday, April 25, 2014
Furrby is Here: Part 2, The "Low Down" on the Baby
Furrby had finally made his appearance and my oh my was it a dramatic one! Our son, Andre Deangelo Furr made his debut April 9th, 2014 at 3:20 in the afternoon. He weighed 6lbs and 1oz. A very long and dramatic labor and delivery ended with Andre being life flighted to IU North hospital (a riley hospital) to be in a NICU that could support his medical needs.
After the transport team took him away Dr. Riggins, the hospital's pediatrician that worked on Andre after he was born, talked to us to make sure we knew what all the transport team said and gave us the scoop on his status.
-When Andre was born he was not breathing on his own.
-Lack of breathing caused his heart beat to be pretty much non existent.
-They preformed CPR on him to get his heart going. Once his heart was going it never was a problem again.
-They intubated him so that they could manually breathe for him.
-The top portion of his right lung was collapsed.
-He had a pneumothorax or "air leak" in his chest cavity causing air to build up around his lungs.
This is all of the information we knew from the time he was transported. Once the Riley doctor, Dr. Hoesli, called me we had more information to go on. This is what she told me on top of everything else that we knew:
-The collapsed portion of his lung was because the tube he was intubated with was pushed a little too far in. They pulled it back slightly and expected a full recovery of the lung.
-New xrays showed that he did not in fact have a pneumothorax and what they saw on the xray should correct itself on its own.
-He was anemic and needed a blood transfusion, None of the doctors know why exactly he was anemic as they cannot find any time or way that he would have lost any significant amounts of blood.
-He was still intubated at first but he was breathing some on his own.
-He quickly became jaundiced and was put under the bili lights to help break down the bilirubin in his system.
-He had gotten some sort of infection, most likely when I got my fever before delivery, but the blood work was inconclusive since my doctors had given me some antibiotics before surgery. The antibiotics were working on him but made the cultures of his blood inconclusive so they didn't know what kind of infection he had.
-They put in a central line which essentially is an iv in his umbilical cord so they could give him medicine without sticking him over and over.
I took notes so I wouldn't forget anything and made sure I had her spell things if I wasn't sure how to. I was able to call Dr. Hoesli at any time throughout the night so that helped me feel a little less useless. Being stuck in a hospital in a different city than your sick baby is just the worst feeling in the whole world. My dad and sisters came up on Wednesday night to be with me and Allie even stayed in the hospital with me over night. She is always good to help keep things light and airy and we had a good time, considering. Thursday morning my mom, Abbie and my dad came back to the hospital and my sisters were nice enough to run to my house back in Lafayette to get my breast pump and some other things I didn't think that I would need with me. My doctor did her best and I was released Thursday early evening...probably around 5:30. I was in pain but so relieved to be able to see my baby. My mom ran to get my prescriptions filled then we were off to IU North.
*I apologize if the information in this post isn't organized very well. I was trying to make sure I got in the right information and didn't focus on organization very well.*
After the transport team took him away Dr. Riggins, the hospital's pediatrician that worked on Andre after he was born, talked to us to make sure we knew what all the transport team said and gave us the scoop on his status.
-When Andre was born he was not breathing on his own.
-Lack of breathing caused his heart beat to be pretty much non existent.
-They preformed CPR on him to get his heart going. Once his heart was going it never was a problem again.
-They intubated him so that they could manually breathe for him.
-The top portion of his right lung was collapsed.
-He had a pneumothorax or "air leak" in his chest cavity causing air to build up around his lungs.
This is all of the information we knew from the time he was transported. Once the Riley doctor, Dr. Hoesli, called me we had more information to go on. This is what she told me on top of everything else that we knew:
-The collapsed portion of his lung was because the tube he was intubated with was pushed a little too far in. They pulled it back slightly and expected a full recovery of the lung.
-New xrays showed that he did not in fact have a pneumothorax and what they saw on the xray should correct itself on its own.
-He was anemic and needed a blood transfusion, None of the doctors know why exactly he was anemic as they cannot find any time or way that he would have lost any significant amounts of blood.
-He was still intubated at first but he was breathing some on his own.
-He quickly became jaundiced and was put under the bili lights to help break down the bilirubin in his system.
-He had gotten some sort of infection, most likely when I got my fever before delivery, but the blood work was inconclusive since my doctors had given me some antibiotics before surgery. The antibiotics were working on him but made the cultures of his blood inconclusive so they didn't know what kind of infection he had.
-They put in a central line which essentially is an iv in his umbilical cord so they could give him medicine without sticking him over and over.
I took notes so I wouldn't forget anything and made sure I had her spell things if I wasn't sure how to. I was able to call Dr. Hoesli at any time throughout the night so that helped me feel a little less useless. Being stuck in a hospital in a different city than your sick baby is just the worst feeling in the whole world. My dad and sisters came up on Wednesday night to be with me and Allie even stayed in the hospital with me over night. She is always good to help keep things light and airy and we had a good time, considering. Thursday morning my mom, Abbie and my dad came back to the hospital and my sisters were nice enough to run to my house back in Lafayette to get my breast pump and some other things I didn't think that I would need with me. My doctor did her best and I was released Thursday early evening...probably around 5:30. I was in pain but so relieved to be able to see my baby. My mom ran to get my prescriptions filled then we were off to IU North.
*I apologize if the information in this post isn't organized very well. I was trying to make sure I got in the right information and didn't focus on organization very well.*
Furrby is Here: Part 1, My birth story.
So it has been a while since I have posted and there is a LOT that we need to catch up on. My preeclampsia was getting bad and at week 36 my doctor made the decision to induce me. My blood pressure was getting bad and I was already starting to dilate. She set the date for April 8th at 4 o'clock in the morning! We planned for my mom to take me to the induction so that Charles wouldn't have to use that morning as one of his two days that he would get off of work.
My mom and I arrived at the hospital and they quickly hooked me up to the medicine via iv and the induction was started by 4:20 am. Charles ended up getting off early and being there within an hour or so after that. I was still dilated to one at this point and I had a very long way to go! Around 7 in the morning my doctor came in to check me (my absolute LEAST favorite part) and she ended up going ahead and breaking my water to try and get things going. This is where the longest, most drawn out process of my life began. I labored for 32 hours with Pitocin and another medicine that had to be inserted into me with pretty much no progress what so ever. By 2 ish the next afternoon and an epidural later, I suddenly spiked a fever and my doctor and I decided it was time for a csection. At this point there was no stress or issues with Furrby at all and things were seemingly going to come to an end and we would be a happy little family. This is what I THOUGHT...this is most definitely NOT what happened.
The nurses prepped me for surgery and I was quickly taken to the operating room. At this point I was beyond exhausted, could barely keep my eyes open, shivering uncontrollably from the epidural and the fever and pretty much just a mess. They moved me to the operating table and the medical team was introducing themselves to me and explaining their particular jobs to me. At some point Charles came in and they put his hand into mine so that I knew he was there. He sat next to me and together we waited anxiously for the arrival of our son.
The anesthesiologist was kind enough to explain the process of the operation so I knew what to expect and when. She was very nice and was reassuring me as to what was going on. I was lucky enough to have not only my doctor in there but the other doctor from her office that had taken care of me several times over the past two months when my doctor was gone or not on call. The surgery went pretty quickly and before I knew it I was feeling the pressure of them getting Furrby out of me. This is when chaos began to ensue.
Furrby (name to be revealed in next post) was born on April 9th, 2014 at 3:20 pm. He weighed 6 lbs and 1 oz. and at this time no one was sure of his length.
We heard no cries from our baby boy and we only could see him for the brief second as they whisked him off to the side to be cleaned up. That is when I heard the pediatrician call out that respiratory needed to be called immediately. My heart sank. I grabbed Charles' hand tightly and craned my neck as much as possible to see what was going on. That is when I saw the team of doctors and nurses trying to revive my son with CPR. Shortly after that they had intubated him with a tube down his throat so that they could breath for him. The next 30 minutes to an hour were such a blur. Xray machines were brought in to take pictures of our son's chest, the anesthesiologist ran over to help, Charles and I stared in disbelief as my doctors worked to finish my surgery.
Dr. Riggins, the pediatrician, came over to us as soon as she could to try and brief us on what was happening. The gist we got at that point was that he was born not breathing, his heart was barely beating and he needed to be life flighted to another hospital with a NICU that could support his needs. We originally chose for them to call St. Vincents because Riley hospitals were not in our medical network. When St. Vincents called back to say they couldn't get to him for another 4 hours we quickly said send him wherever can take him. They had a transport team due to arrive from the IU North hospital (Riley) in ten minutes. Before I knew it they had wheeled him out and Charles was gone and I was alone with the medical team finishing my surgery.
The team was so good to me trying to comfort me and reassure me but at this point I was in shock and pretty much inconsolable. They took me back to another room and the nurses continued to do their normal post op procedures. I attempted to listen to the various doctors and nurses that were telling me all kinds of various information about me and my son. Finally, Dr. Riggins came in and told me that the transport team was here and they were stabilizing Furrby for his helicopter ride to IU North. The assured me that just because he was being transported by helicopter did not mean he was more sick than if it had been an ambulance...this time it was because it was approaching 5 o'clock traffic and a helicopter was the first mode of transportation available. It seemed like decades before they were ready to take him and the transport team wheeled him into my room so that I could see him before he left.
He was so tiny in this huge incubator. They had given him some sedative for the trip and the incubator was pretty much sound proof. They moved our beds as close together as possible and opened one of the tiny portholes so that I could touch my son's hand before he left. This is when the transport team gave us the "low down" on Furrby's current condition and what had been done to him. All of the details of his condition will be in another post.
At this point Charles, my mom, and Charles' parents were at the hospital with me. I sent Charles and his parents to be with Furrby at IU North and my mom stayed with me. We were all in shock and pretty devastated at this point. I was horrified at the thought of my child not just needing a NICU like this, but of him being life flighted away from me and me stuck in the hospital in a different city. The transport team called me about 7 pm to let me know that Furrby had arrived safely and was being set up/stabilized in the NICU. I was told a doctor from IU North would contact me and go over his status as soon as they were done getting him set up. The anxiety was just kicking in....
My mom and I arrived at the hospital and they quickly hooked me up to the medicine via iv and the induction was started by 4:20 am. Charles ended up getting off early and being there within an hour or so after that. I was still dilated to one at this point and I had a very long way to go! Around 7 in the morning my doctor came in to check me (my absolute LEAST favorite part) and she ended up going ahead and breaking my water to try and get things going. This is where the longest, most drawn out process of my life began. I labored for 32 hours with Pitocin and another medicine that had to be inserted into me with pretty much no progress what so ever. By 2 ish the next afternoon and an epidural later, I suddenly spiked a fever and my doctor and I decided it was time for a csection. At this point there was no stress or issues with Furrby at all and things were seemingly going to come to an end and we would be a happy little family. This is what I THOUGHT...this is most definitely NOT what happened.
The nurses prepped me for surgery and I was quickly taken to the operating room. At this point I was beyond exhausted, could barely keep my eyes open, shivering uncontrollably from the epidural and the fever and pretty much just a mess. They moved me to the operating table and the medical team was introducing themselves to me and explaining their particular jobs to me. At some point Charles came in and they put his hand into mine so that I knew he was there. He sat next to me and together we waited anxiously for the arrival of our son.
The anesthesiologist was kind enough to explain the process of the operation so I knew what to expect and when. She was very nice and was reassuring me as to what was going on. I was lucky enough to have not only my doctor in there but the other doctor from her office that had taken care of me several times over the past two months when my doctor was gone or not on call. The surgery went pretty quickly and before I knew it I was feeling the pressure of them getting Furrby out of me. This is when chaos began to ensue.
Furrby (name to be revealed in next post) was born on April 9th, 2014 at 3:20 pm. He weighed 6 lbs and 1 oz. and at this time no one was sure of his length.
We heard no cries from our baby boy and we only could see him for the brief second as they whisked him off to the side to be cleaned up. That is when I heard the pediatrician call out that respiratory needed to be called immediately. My heart sank. I grabbed Charles' hand tightly and craned my neck as much as possible to see what was going on. That is when I saw the team of doctors and nurses trying to revive my son with CPR. Shortly after that they had intubated him with a tube down his throat so that they could breath for him. The next 30 minutes to an hour were such a blur. Xray machines were brought in to take pictures of our son's chest, the anesthesiologist ran over to help, Charles and I stared in disbelief as my doctors worked to finish my surgery.
Dr. Riggins, the pediatrician, came over to us as soon as she could to try and brief us on what was happening. The gist we got at that point was that he was born not breathing, his heart was barely beating and he needed to be life flighted to another hospital with a NICU that could support his needs. We originally chose for them to call St. Vincents because Riley hospitals were not in our medical network. When St. Vincents called back to say they couldn't get to him for another 4 hours we quickly said send him wherever can take him. They had a transport team due to arrive from the IU North hospital (Riley) in ten minutes. Before I knew it they had wheeled him out and Charles was gone and I was alone with the medical team finishing my surgery.
The team was so good to me trying to comfort me and reassure me but at this point I was in shock and pretty much inconsolable. They took me back to another room and the nurses continued to do their normal post op procedures. I attempted to listen to the various doctors and nurses that were telling me all kinds of various information about me and my son. Finally, Dr. Riggins came in and told me that the transport team was here and they were stabilizing Furrby for his helicopter ride to IU North. The assured me that just because he was being transported by helicopter did not mean he was more sick than if it had been an ambulance...this time it was because it was approaching 5 o'clock traffic and a helicopter was the first mode of transportation available. It seemed like decades before they were ready to take him and the transport team wheeled him into my room so that I could see him before he left.
He was so tiny in this huge incubator. They had given him some sedative for the trip and the incubator was pretty much sound proof. They moved our beds as close together as possible and opened one of the tiny portholes so that I could touch my son's hand before he left. This is when the transport team gave us the "low down" on Furrby's current condition and what had been done to him. All of the details of his condition will be in another post.
At this point Charles, my mom, and Charles' parents were at the hospital with me. I sent Charles and his parents to be with Furrby at IU North and my mom stayed with me. We were all in shock and pretty devastated at this point. I was horrified at the thought of my child not just needing a NICU like this, but of him being life flighted away from me and me stuck in the hospital in a different city. The transport team called me about 7 pm to let me know that Furrby had arrived safely and was being set up/stabilized in the NICU. I was told a doctor from IU North would contact me and go over his status as soon as they were done getting him set up. The anxiety was just kicking in....
Friday, March 21, 2014
Non-Stress Test
Last week I had my 34 week appointment with an associate of my doctor. He was surprised that I hadn't gotten a non-stress test yet since I have high blood pressure. The non-stress test is where you sit and get monitors strapped to your stomach and they listen to the babies heart beat for twenty minutes (minimum) consecutively and they need to see that his heart rate increases by ten beats for fifteen seconds two different times in the twenty minutes. Dr. McCarty sent me to the hospital to get one right then no there and said my doctor would call me the next week to see what she wanted me to do.
A test that was supposed to take 20-30 minutes took us 1.5 hours! Furrby would just not cooperate and the poor nurse ended up holding the monitor on my stomach for most of the time. My blood pressure was off a little too. Well, that was last Friday and today I got a call from my doctor who wanted me to go get another non-stress test tonight. Charl and I got into the car and headed to Lebanon. We were there another 1.5 hours! This time they kept checking my blood pressure, listening to my heart, checking my swelling, reflexes and oxygen levels. They even had to get the on call doctor to release me before leaving. This concerned me a little but Furrby is fine and that is what matters to me.
My doctor did mention that she may be taking Furrby early. She said as much as a few weeks early! Right now we are 5.5 weeks from our due date so that could be just a couple of weeks. She said we will talk about it on Thursday when I'm in for my next appointment. Who knows, we my be meeting our little man sooner than we thought. This is exciting and terrifying at the same time!
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Baby Shower
Last weekend my sisters threw me a baby shower. It was wonderful! They picked a farm theme and had a delicious lunch with a bunch of different pies for dessert! A bunch of family and some close friends made it and we had a great time. We were blessed with SO many gifts I can't even list them all here without forgetting a bunch! The main things we need that we HAVE to have before bringing home Furrby is a car seat. My parents had given us one but it was expired so we need to get a new one. I have found that I am struggling with not having everything we need right this second. There are some things for breast feeding we need and some smaller things for Furrby that we need but I guess my nesting instincts are telling me to get EVERYTHING that we could possibly need right now! We will get it all in due time...I just have to try and be patient!
33 Weeks
Oh my goodness it's been a while! Honestly a lot has happened but I've kind of forgotten about blogging! I'll try to do a quick overview of what has been happening since my last post.
-I failed the one hour Glucola test and had to take the three hour to see if I had gestational diabetes. The test was not as bad as I thought even though you ended up fasting for about 15 hours and getting blood drawn 4 times in 3 hours. Luckily all was fine with my bloodwork and no diabetes for me!
-I'm officially 33 weeks this coming Tuesday so we have about 7 weeks left!
-I have only gained 5.5 lbs as of my last doctors appointment.
-My blood pressure has been perfect every appointment but one and even then it was only high by about two or three points and I had been rushing that morning and hadn't had time to take my meds that morning.
- This past week Charles and I attended a breast feeding class and a birthing class (well not the whole birthing class because it was simply too long and I was in pain, and Charles hadn't slept since getting off of work!)
-I woke up one night this past week with the WORST charley horse I have EVER had in my entire life! I didn't know what to do or how Charles could help me (which he was desperately trying to do) and ended up in tears! When I have had them in the past they would gradually go away and my calf would be sore the rest of the day. This one lasted way longer and cramped my whole leg up through my butt! It went away as soon as it came and I wasn't sore at all. So weird but apparently it's common in the last trimester and related to water consumption so I have been trying to drink a LOT of water to avoid that again!
-I occasionally I have heartburn but most of the time it's not anything to even take tums for.
Overall this pregnancy has been fairly easy. I have good days and some that are more "uncomfortable" than others. I haven't had too many mood swings but I get cranky often. Haha. Today when we got home from our birthing class I was tired and probably overwhelmed with information and it quickly escalated! I had a whole container of Chinese leftovers in my hands and Charles came up to me and tried to kiss me on my neck...well I'm very ticklish and it startled me and all my food went all over me and the floor! I immediately started bawling and sobbing without really knowing what was happening. Poor Charles rushed to help me clean it up and tried consoling me but him being so nice actually made me cry even more! Let's chalk that one up to hormones and too much going through my head! I have my next doctors appointment this Friday with one if my doctors associates. I'm just pleased everything is going so well,
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