It's been quite a busy few weeks...
Sion got to come home on the 10th. It was touch and go for a while whether we'd get to bring him home before the 14th, but in the end we were able to once we got a car bed. He couldn't handle sitting in a car seat. He's just too little and his neck is too weak...his airway tries to close off. I've never been so glad to be home in my entire life.
So, I'm now in the land of the sleep deprived, but happily so. I will be happy when we can switch to on demand feeding though. He would gladly sleep most of the way through the night if given his druthers. He hates the 1 or 2 am feedings almost as much as I do, but the docs want him fed a certain amount every three hours.
He gets more and more of a personality every day. You can see pictures of him in the pictures section if you haven't already. The idea of having to go back to work in a few weeks is terrifying. I can't imagine leaving him in someone else's care while he's still so small. I never thought I would want to even try the stay at home mom thing, but it's not even really a possibility for us. Someone's waking up...
That's right your eyes do not decieve you...Our little bug decided to make an early appearance.
Let's give you the week in play by play mode. Last Friday I had to leave work early and go to the doc because of extreme edema in my feet (just a hint boys and girls...they don't like it when your feet turn purpley lavender shades). They sent me back on bedrest for the weekend with yet another pee test for the weekend. But, hey, despite the edema my bp was down...so I thought no big deal. I went home and did the bedrest thing. Come Monday, I go back to work...the swelling was down, my bp was down on Friday, my proteinuria hadn't ever hit a more than a +2...so I figured I'd go in for my check up on Monday and be done with it for another week. Not so much. I got in and my bp had shot sky high again and it was a do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars, go straight to the hospital kind of score. So, they sent me and my jug o' pee to the hospital...I figured it would be another observe me and then let me out in 3-5 hours thing. The kid wasn't in distress, I was still asymptomatic...yeah, the score was high, but...eh. However, when I got into the hospital my bp would.not.go.down and then the results on the pee test came back and I was moved to the antepartum ward. I still thought I was going to get out the next day...but the next day came and went and they did more tests (I've had blood drawn more times in the past week than I thought possible...I've got bruises on both inner arms, both hands, and one wrist...the iv is preventing the other wrist from being attacked at this writing)...Tuesday night it was looking pretty good...they thought I might get to go home and go on bedrest there for the duration, but then yet another doc (my least favorite one, of course) comes into my room on Wednesday morning and goes...um....we got your tests back and you need to come into the office so we can measure the baby via ultrasound and, then, depending on what that says you'll either be coming back here or we'll be transferring you to a larger hospital with a full NICU in case you need to be induced. Lemme tell you; that's not the way to get my bp to come down.
They did a test determined the kid was in the 25% range for his gestational age and the next thing I know; I'm calling Jes and telling him to get here now because they're ambulancing me to Winston Salem. We got here in the late afternoon on Wed. and I talked to the docs who agreed to a wait and see approach (which I am eternally grateful for) and amazingly my bp started to come down and the spot checks on my protein weren't horrible either...not good, but not anything that meant immdeiate induction. So, we waited, there were more tests, another ultrasound to comfirm the baby's size, and I thought things were going good, but the later it got in the day on Thursday, the worse every score on every test got. Eventually, a very nice doctor had to come in and tell me that we were running out of options. I was still ready to fight them off until she gave me the hard scores. My proteins had pretty much tripled over night (from what I've been told most places will induce at much less...I should be grateful they were willing to wait and let me find acceptance) and if we waited much longer I was looking at the possibility of long term kidney damage and seizures among other things. My prior steely determination melted about there...I knew I wouldn't be able to take care of my baby if my health hit the tank. I called Jes and they explained the induction procedure. They sent up a NICU doc to tell us what the baby's prognosis would be at almost 33 weeks gestation. So, at 6:30 on Thursday evening they began induction.
To be perfectly honest, I don't remember most of it. Mother nature is kind that way I suppose. Sometime after when pitocin induced contractions had me begging for an unplanned epidural a little before midnight, there was some scary touch and go time because the baby's heartbeat was doing not happy things. The doc of the moment explained it had to do the cord being compressed and offered a procedure that works 50% of the time (the implication being that if it didn't work I was looking at an emergency c section)...fortunately it worked. My epidural wore off temporarily during transition. I was ready to kiss the anesthesiologist when she fixed it for me. It's a good thing she did because the next thing I know I'm telling the doc that I think I feel the head. They didn't believe me at first and by the time everyone was in place (my docs, nicu docs, nurses, med students, teams and teams of people), Jes helped hold my legs, mom (who made it in at 1 am) stood behind me, and we were ready. It took a big old one push and my baby boy was howling his displeasure at the assembled company. They always make a big deal out of a baby's first cry in the movies, but when you've had to make the heart-rending decision to induce more than a month early...oh lord...I could listen to that child scream all day. I tear up just thinking about it.
So, here's his vitals:
1/30/09 9:14 AM
3 lbs 14 1/2 oz.
He's in the NICU and probably will be for a few weeks just because he's so early. He's currently breathing on his own, but they've got him on supplemental oxygen to help his system. They've also got him under bili lights right now to combat a mild case of jaundice. Other than that he doesn't seem to be having any problems associated with prematurity. I'm so so so so eternally grateful. I've been thanking every single guardian angel I can think of. He's just so perfect. I got to hold him for a little bit before they put him into the isolette and I can't wait until I can again. I've been downstairs stroking him through the portholes in his isolette three different times today since they let me of the nasty drugs that kept me locked on to the postpartum ward for 24 hours. I come back upstairs to eat and pump. Hopefully, he gets to start eating on his own tomorrow and they can start weaning him off the IV. I should find out in the morning when they're going to release me...hopefully, it will actually *be* tomorrow. For now, I should get some sleep before the nurses start giving me dirty looks. It's going to be a long few weeks until our little man is home. I'll have pictures posted somewhere once he's off of the bili lights. The lights make all our pics look like he's an alien smurf.
There've been lots of tears in the last week, but it's all turned out to be worth it in the end....
To say it's been an interesting few months wouldn't be stretching it too much. I ended up with the stomach flu the weekend after Christmas. Let me tell you being sick and preggers at the same time is the giant suck. As to the kid, we're all just hoping he stays where he's at a while longer. My due date isn't until 3/21, but out of my last three doctor's appointments two of them have ended up with my butt in the hospital for a few hours. Once because they thought I'd developed toxemia (nope...just high blood pressure which was probably pre-existing if I'm honest) and the second time because I'd been crampy and they checked and *oops* I'm dilating. That hasn't progressed over the last week, so the docs say that could be perfectly normal this far in (they don't normally check this early). I ended up on 24 hours of bedrest after the first hospital visit. That sucked. So, I'm following the docs orders specifically so I don't end up with weeks of it. They want me to do kick counts twice a day and take it easy.
Taking it easy is well a lot easier now that there's an extra set of hands here. Jes' sister moved in with us last weekend and it's amazing me and how much more relaxed I am. It's nice to have another girl in the house to talk to and she's great about pitching in around the house. I felt awful that she showed up the day after our yard exploded though. I came home on Thursday night and *poof* no water. We found a tag on the door from the city saying we had a leak and they'd shut the water off. We quickly discovered the skating pond in front of the house. Crap. My sweet, fabulous husband spent the coldest weekend of the year (low of 7) on a rented bobcat ripping our yard up so we could run a new water line to the house. The old line wasn't salvageable...80 year old galvanized pipe with more holes than my spaghetti strainer. We finally got water back entirely on Sunday afternoon. Having a handy husband is a wonderful thing. A plumber was going to charge us somewhere between 800 and 1200 dollars to do what he did for less than 300. We've still got some dirt to shovel (which I'm not allowed to help with), but the snow slowed the process down. We're going to have to reseed the lawn this spring and I'm very glad that I hadn't put the effort into prepping the front gardens that my gardener mother had suggested. Don't get me wrong, she gave me great advice, but all those layers of newspapers and compost would've been at the bottom of a 3 foot trench this weekend. I'll just work on them once it warms up a bit more.
Anyway...I need to run the grocery store.
We've come back from the mother-in-laws in the backwoods of Kentucky. It's hard to believe that a few years ago I didn't have a cell phone or regular internet connection that wasn't provided by school. Going four days into an area where even the Verizon guys won't follow you is a bit of a culture shock. Of course, personally, I think it would be a bit of a culture shock anyway. I already told the husband that even though I wouldn't mind moving out of the city into an area where we could have a couple of acres, there was no way in hades he's getting me to move to somewhere that isolated. I mean I grew up with cows in my backyard and lord knows my grandmother still lives out on a farm in the middle of the county and all that...but there's a difference between rural farm and back of a mountain holler.
Anyways, I hope everyone had a lovely turkey day and is warm and safe at their home or a loved one's home this morning. Jes and I stopped at mom's on the way back from Kentucky and so that's where we're at this morning. Mom's making oatmeal with cranberries for breakfast...I feel all spoiled. *big grin*
Oh, and since inquiring minds probably want to know...the kidlet is fine and happy this morning too. Using mommy's internal organs for aikido practice, but fine nonetheless.
Okay, okay. I know it's been forever. However, I'm copping to the pregnant and too damn busy excuses. It's been a roller coaster of a few months, but everything's okay now. The sonogram they did in October was very not happy, but because of how things were they couldn't confirm anything. They were telling me that the placenta was still too long, my amniotic fluid was low, and the baby's head was much smaller than it should be....but they couldn't *really* tell, so they'd redo in three weeks. Those were the longest three weeks EVER. I go back yesterday...new sonographer, new ultrasound machine, different doctor. And...*drum roll please* everything's fine. The baby's head is small because I'm not as far along as they thought (which I'd been telling them all along); my new due date is 3/21. The placenta has moved up and there's plenty of water for the baby to swim about in. Because of the updated estimates, I'm 21 weeks along today. We also found out yesterday that it's a boy. Happy and healthy as far as we can tell. We've started narrowing the names down now that we know that it's a boy.
The current list includes:
I'm also thrilled beyond words to live in a blue state. My baby will be born during this new, history making administration. I danced in the living room when we won in Ohio. I've followed politics long enough to know what that meant without the CNN correspondants telling me. And I know how close it was here...but NC voted a Democrat into office and so did Virginia. I, honestly, never thought it'd happen. I'd resigned myself to living in a republican stronghold for the next forever, but we did it. But people voted...and then more people voted. It's amazing what happens when people are mad. The county I work in actually had over a 75% voter turnout. That's an insanely high number for anyone who doesn't rabidly follow these kind of statistics. It's nice to see people actually giving a damn. It's going to be *very* hard to get through Thanksgiving with the inlaws without a) smirking or b) smacking someone...'cause I know they're all going to rant about how awful it is...they were bad enough in June before things got really heated. It's really not nice to jackslap your husbands grandma...but it's so, so tempting and I swear she uses the "N" word around me and I will pack my stuff up, glare at the husband until he gets in the car, and drive south to my momma's. Anyway...I should go fix a real lunch...baby's telling me he's hungry.
P.S. I uploaded some of the wedding photos to my myspace account if anyone is curious. It's nutmeg8481 over there.