Tuesday, July 28, 2009

How the Pregnancy is Going.

It's not going well. I'm back in the hospital for the same stuff. The nauscea and vomitting. Tim and I are extremely concerned about the health of this baby as well as my health. Dr. Smallwood asked us what we thought the best treatment would be... Tim and I looked at each other. I couldn't say anything. Is there any treatment? We headed to my room and Tim had to leave. He needed to get Nate and Abby from our friend's house. Amanda and Micah. They are the best. I don't know what I'd do without them. I threw up the remainder of the night until about 4am. I finalled passed out when they gave me phenagrin. I had a ton of blood taken and of course it came back normal. I feel like one of the medical mysteries you watch on Discovery Health, but yet I feel I need to die in order for them to find out why this happens.

Dr. Smallwood did come in later and wanted to procede with the coversation we had last night. I broke down. I feel like this baby is going to kill me and I have 2 other babies at home who need me. He reassured me that he would take care of me. That nothing was going to happen to me... Doc that's a big promise, you sure you can commit? I also told him that I didn't have the heart, I couldn't tell him to take the baby. It's my baby. This baby relies on me to take care of him and protect him of all harm. Especially right now. He shook his head and said that I would have about a week to make up my mind. My mind is made up. As much as I hate being away from Nate and Abby. As much as my entire body aches, I can't.

I asked him about Home Health. Having the IV fluids continuing at home. He's looking into it with my insurance. I will then get the same treatment at home as I would in the hospital. We done it before and it's extremely constricting, but at least I would have some type of normalcy back into my life.

I need a ton of prayers. Me and Baby Boo both do.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

I'm Gonna Blame the Hormones...

I'm struggling with how to start this post... Ok. My uncle died and I went to visitation at the funeral home tonight.. But that's not what I want to blog about, but it so happens it was at the funeral home is where what I need to vent about took place.

It seriously amazes me how many people show up at a funeral home when someone passes. . What bothers me though is that those people were more focused on the latest gossip rather than the life we were supposed to be remembering. And what bothers me even more than that is that the latest gossip was apparently me and my unborn child. I have my good days and my bad days. One day I'll be excited about being pregnant and bringing a new baby into the family. And then the next day (especially here recently with my hospitalizations) I'm sad and depressed, wondering how I'm going to manage with 3 babies. I mean I have 2 arms for 2 babies, where am I going to put the 3rd one? It scares me and it's not something I'm ready to talk about with strangers that happen to be family.

I wasn't going to announce it at the funeral home, I wasn't going to mention it, I was going to act like I wasn't developing brains and lungs at this current time... But I couldn't get around it.. As soon as I walked into the funeral home, familiar faces turned around and looked right at the belly. Not at the 2 year old hiding behind his Mom's legs throwing a tantrum. Not the 1 year old who was squirming to get down and crawl, but at my belly. I had a few people whisper in my ear, "so is it true what we hear?" my response... "I don't know. What'd you hear?" and then a Yes from my mouth once they said in a low voice as if it were dirty, "you know? Are you pregnant?". I actually had one family member ask and once confirmed said, "Well, I figured I had to ask since you obviously weren't telling anyone." I glared at her for a moment while filtering my words. I wanted to say, 'it's obvious I wasn't telling anyone huh? maybe because I'm not telling anyone!' But I didn't. I smiled and said "yeah, I like to make people wonder since I still have my figure." She walked away. And I then took my screaming, tantrum throwing 2 year old and my squirmy, and obviously hungry 1 year old home.

Seriously. I've known a month now that I was pregnant and I'm still shocked some days. I think I should be allowed as much time as I need to marinade in this news before I'm given the 3rd degree. Maybe I should just hand out business cards with the url to this blog when someone asks, that way they know and don't have to ask.. but then I'd probably stop blogging and it's a good outlet for me.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

I'm Baaaack...

In the hospital of couse. They released me on Wednesday and on Thursday, it started again and the doc said to come on in. And so we did. I cried the entire time. I've got Nate and Abby at home who need their Mommy and yes Baby Boo needs his mommy too, but at this point in time we are inseperable. The naucea and vommitting are also painful. Everything hurts, my lungs, my ribs, my abdomen. Everything. The doc started me on a new medication called Ativan. It's helping, but I googled it (I shouldn't have done that) and read some unsettling things. My doc said he wasn't going to give me anything that would hurt the baby. I guess we will wait and find out.

I had an endoscopy yesterday. It came out normal, of course they saw some tearing, but that was it. All the blood work they had ran came out normal. Of course it would. Doc just thinks that my body isn't handling the hormones well therefore causing me to get sick and the Atavin is actually a medication that is used for anxiety. Ok. It works. I'm ok with that. It's supposed to make me sleepy, but it doesn't.. I keeps me from feeling nauceas, and I'm great with that. Well, those are all of the updates I have so far. Keep praying for my babies and that they are being very well taken care of. I worry about them.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Any, Many, Miney, Moe...

So here's an update. I'm not doing so good. Friday night I worked and although I felt nauceaus I was sure I was gonna make it. Saturday Marlee took Abby with her to do girly things. And Tim took Nate to Amanda and Micah's to play video games and to play with Luke, their 2 year old boy. I went to sleep about 7am and didn't wake up until 9:45pm to work and everytime I moved I threw up. I got off the phones and Tim called my supervisor and my doctor. Dr. S was out, Dr. G was on call. And instructed us to go to the local hospital and have them administer IV fluids until I stabilized. After 3 hours there, I didn't stabilize. Dr. G then said that he would meet at us at Centennial. He denied the ambulance, he said that I could ride by car. Yeah, silly doctor, I threw up the entire time in the car, and Tim was extremely tired. It was 2am and he was driving 2 hours from home. We got to Centennial just to find out that my Endocrinologist doesn't have rights there. So after an hour there we ended up at Baptist.

I'm ok with Baptist. But I don't want to deliver here. I want my tubes tied and they won't do that here. I also found out that the insurance carried by the employees of any St. Thomas Health Care facility doesn't cover birth control. Seems to me that they are pushing their religious practices onto their employees and patients.. That's got to be illegal somewhere. So we are waiting for me to keep fluids and solids down and for my sugar to regulate. So however long that takes. I'm so glad for all the support we have for the babies. I know my sister in law is taking them one day. Marlee has them a couple of days. And my Dad is getting Nate back and forth to Vacation Bible School, which I hate I'm missing. I miss my babies.

I did see Baby Boo's heartbeat yesterday. It looked like a butterfly fluttering. I know it's a boy. There isn't anything in my body saying it's a girl. It's a boy and his name will be Andrew Ryan.. My brother's and husband's middle name. We'll call him either Andrew or Drew. I haven't decided which one yet. Keep praying for my family. I'll keep you posted.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

I'm Back.. and Officially Due February 19th.

Sorry, it's been a little while since I posted anything. But unfortunately things aren't as uneventful as I had hoped. I developed a kidney infection since my last blog and have been to the hospital twice for IV fluids. I'm so dehydrated, but I can't keep anything down either and it hurts. It hurts to move my pinky finger. Poor Tim has been trying to take care of me and 2 kids while training for his job, laundry, and cleaning. It's been hard on him, but I'm proud. My friend Marlee has been helping out A LOT too. Taking the babies when she can to her house or even watching them here. It's a huge help and there isn't anything I could do to show her how much I appreciate it.

So back to pregnancy. I have a kidney infection and I'm also experiencing the 'morning sickness'. I really hate that name... It's the understatment of the century. I really like my doctor tho. He called in a prescription for Phenagrin and when I saw him on Wednesday, he gave me a prescription for Zofran. Just in case. I was crying and didn't feel good, he even commented that I had probably seen better days. Again, another understatement. He said that he was willing to do whatever I needed to see this thru. I'm going to see him every 2 weeks right now. I already knew that, Dr. B did the same thing with Abby. He said he was going to look thru my chart and find things that worked and didn't work and see if he can pinpoint the pattern. I looked at the chart, it's literally 3 inches thick. Good Luck with that Doc. He wants to put me on a reduced work schedule. Only by 2 hours a day, but at my discretion. He says that I know my limits and that he'll give me the accomodation, but it won't be mandatory. I appreciate that. I feel more in control than I have with the last 2. He actually stated that I was off to a healthy and wonderful pregnancy. He's definitely of male descent.

We are having the baby at Centennial this time. Getting these Fertile Myrtle makers tied. I'm ok with that. Just as long as they don't come in while I'm on the operating table and say they can't because of some stupid hospital restriction. I'll make them stop and transfer me. I didn't last time, but I should've. I wanted to stop them in the middle of surgery anyway. But that's another story.

He gave me a due date of February 19th. I don't want to schedule a c-section. I don't want anything related to the birth of the baby to be scheduled... I feel like my babies are showing me up. I plan on them coming one day and they decided to come in a different month all together. But if this one is like Nate and Abby we should expect a Christmas baby. Hopefully we will have a Valentine's baby. I don't want to go down another NICU roller coaster. It's sooo hard. And 2 babies at home? I'll fall apart.

There is one discovery I have found that is the best thing since sliced bread... Sea Bands. They help with the naucea. Now I still am nauceas, but not as nauceas as I was before I put these 2 slices of heaven on my wrists. They immediately started working and on Thursday, I was o.k. And I've thrown up today, but not any of the liquids.

This next week I have an appointment with Dr. Endo. We will see what he has to say and change. Pray that this week is better than the last.