Been having a hard time getting onto blogger....
So things were going really well last time I posted...and then I realized I had spoken way too soon.
At 31 weeks, 3 days, I went into preterm labor. I woke up that morning (a Sunday) and just didn't feel right. I wasn't in any pain, but was having what I thought were braxton hicks contractions. After about an hour and a quart of water, my doctor told me to go on in to labor and delivery. By the time I got there, I was 50% effaced and dialated 1 centimenter. After two shots of terbutaline that didn't work, I was admitted. Two more shots of terb later, it was decided that I needed to be on magnesium sulfate. Monday morning, I was put on the mag IV and got a beautiful catheter (to keep me from moving much as this stuff can do funky things to you.) After 24 hours, my labor had stalled, so I was able to get off the mag and back on the terb. Contractions came back a little Tuesday evening, so I was sedated (to help relax me and the contractions.) Mid day on Wednesday, I was sent home with a prescription for terbutaline and a mild sedative for when things get ugly. And of course...to bed rest. By Thursday night, the contractions were five minutes apart, so my dose of terb was upped. However, my heartrate decided to stay at 140 for a couple of days. I went back in to L & D to check on Luke as the meds were making him feel like crap too Sunday ( one week from when the whole ordeal started.) I was taken off the terb and put on magnesium oxide.
Last Friday morning, I lost part of my mucous plug. My doctor had told me to call if this happened as it could be a sign of further dialation, so I did. I'm told by the nurse to RUN to L & D. I get there and the nurse treated me like sh**. She didn't understand why I was there as I wasn't even really contracting. Come to find out, the nurse at the doctors office had told him I was BLEEDING. (smacks hand on forehead)
WELL...while we are there, I start contracting. HEAVILY. The nurse freaks out and gives me a shot of the terb. (my body just laughs at this point) An hour later, contractions are yet again 5 minutes apart. Another shot.
After 6 freaking hours there, I'm finally sent home with orders to take BOTH magnesium oxide and terbutaline. (those sedatives are becoming my friend.)
I hit 34 weeks today. I also had a doctor's appointment today and it seems like all is well. What contractions I am having are not doing anything, Luke looks great. It's estimated that he weighs 6 pounds right now (holy cow.) I only have two more weeks of bedrest (thank God, I'm going crazy.) Then Luke can come whenever he wants.
I've got some funny stories to tell of family and nurses and hospital stays...but I'll get to those later. Luke is hungry and I've got a large tub of yogurt calling my name!
Hugs to all.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Well, Crap.
Been having a hard time getting onto blogger....
So things were going really well last time I posted...and then I realized I had spoken way too soon.
At 31 weeks, 3 days, I went into preterm labor. I woke up that morning (a Sunday) and just didn't feel right. I wasn't in any pain, but was having what I thought were braxton hicks contractions. After about an hour and a quart of water, my doctor told me to go on in to labor and delivery. By the time I got there, I was 50% effaced and dialated 1 centimenter. After two shots of terbutaline that didn't work, I was admitted. Two more shots of terb later, it was decided that I needed to be on magnesium sulfate. Monday morning, I was put on the mag IV and got a beautiful catheter (to keep me from moving much as this stuff can do funky things to you.) After 24 hours, my labor had stalled, so I was able to get off the mag and back on the terb. Contractions came back a little Tuesday evening, so I was sedated (to help relax me and the contractions.) Mid day on Wednesday, I was sent home with a prescription for terbutaline and a mild sedative for when things get ugly. And of course...to bed rest. By Thursday night, the contractions were five minutes apart, so my dose of terb was upped. However, my heartrate decided to stay at 140 for a couple of days. I went back in to L & D to check on Luke as the meds were making him feel like crap too Sunday ( one week from when the whole ordeal started.) I was taken off the terb and put on magnesium oxide.
Last Friday morning, I lost part of my mucous plug. My doctor had told me to call if this happened as it could be a sign of further dialation, so I did. I'm told by the nurse to RUN to L & D. I get there and the nurse treated me like sh**. She didn't understand why I was there as I wasn't even really contracting. Come to find out, the nurse at the doctors office had told him I was BLEEDING. (smacks hand on forehead)
WELL...while we are there, I start contracting. HEAVILY. The nurse freaks out and gives me a shot of the terb. (my body just laughs at this point) An hour later, contractions are yet again 5 minutes apart. Another shot.
After 6 freaking hours there, I'm finally sent home with orders to take BOTH magnesium oxide and terbutaline. (those sedatives are becoming my friend.)
I hit 34 weeks today. I also had a doctor's appointment today and it seems like all is well. What contractions I am having are not doing anything, Luke looks great. It's estimated that he weighs 6 pounds right now (holy cow.) I only have two more weeks of bedrest (thank God, I'm going crazy.) Then Luke can come whenever he wants.
I've got some funny stories to tell of family and nurses and hospital stays...but I'll get to those later. Luke is hungry and I've got a large tub of yogurt calling my name!
Hugs to all.
So things were going really well last time I posted...and then I realized I had spoken way too soon.
At 31 weeks, 3 days, I went into preterm labor. I woke up that morning (a Sunday) and just didn't feel right. I wasn't in any pain, but was having what I thought were braxton hicks contractions. After about an hour and a quart of water, my doctor told me to go on in to labor and delivery. By the time I got there, I was 50% effaced and dialated 1 centimenter. After two shots of terbutaline that didn't work, I was admitted. Two more shots of terb later, it was decided that I needed to be on magnesium sulfate. Monday morning, I was put on the mag IV and got a beautiful catheter (to keep me from moving much as this stuff can do funky things to you.) After 24 hours, my labor had stalled, so I was able to get off the mag and back on the terb. Contractions came back a little Tuesday evening, so I was sedated (to help relax me and the contractions.) Mid day on Wednesday, I was sent home with a prescription for terbutaline and a mild sedative for when things get ugly. And of course...to bed rest. By Thursday night, the contractions were five minutes apart, so my dose of terb was upped. However, my heartrate decided to stay at 140 for a couple of days. I went back in to L & D to check on Luke as the meds were making him feel like crap too Sunday ( one week from when the whole ordeal started.) I was taken off the terb and put on magnesium oxide.
Last Friday morning, I lost part of my mucous plug. My doctor had told me to call if this happened as it could be a sign of further dialation, so I did. I'm told by the nurse to RUN to L & D. I get there and the nurse treated me like sh**. She didn't understand why I was there as I wasn't even really contracting. Come to find out, the nurse at the doctors office had told him I was BLEEDING. (smacks hand on forehead)
WELL...while we are there, I start contracting. HEAVILY. The nurse freaks out and gives me a shot of the terb. (my body just laughs at this point) An hour later, contractions are yet again 5 minutes apart. Another shot.
After 6 freaking hours there, I'm finally sent home with orders to take BOTH magnesium oxide and terbutaline. (those sedatives are becoming my friend.)
I hit 34 weeks today. I also had a doctor's appointment today and it seems like all is well. What contractions I am having are not doing anything, Luke looks great. It's estimated that he weighs 6 pounds right now (holy cow.) I only have two more weeks of bedrest (thank God, I'm going crazy.) Then Luke can come whenever he wants.
I've got some funny stories to tell of family and nurses and hospital stays...but I'll get to those later. Luke is hungry and I've got a large tub of yogurt calling my name!
Hugs to all.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
63 Days and Counting!
Hit 31 weeks today. I can't believe it's getting so close. I have had a nice relapse back into Hyperemesis, but as long as I am dilegent about my meds, I can control it. I just can't wait to hold Luke for the first time. I'm starting to discover that he gets very still and quiet on days he has growth spurts..so I don't freak out as much as I used to when I don't feel him squirm around for a while. I've only had some Braxton Hicks contractions (not too bad so far.) No signs of a premie birth! Yahoo.
We have an ARD for Jon on Friday. The school is going to have to explain to me why it is that he did not qualify for speech therapy. It may be a bit of an ugly one...
Staci's been holding onto a fever the past 4 days or so. She's got a nice viral infection, so we're just trying to wait it out and keep her on motrin and tylenol for the fever. She's not eating very well...but I'm sure she'll catch up when she's feeling better.
Destiny is still learning to control her emotions. She had a tantrum at school yesterday. She was playing T-ball at p.e. and when she missed the ball, threw the bat as hard as she could and started screaming and crying. So we had a talk about being a good sport and just trying again. We may have issues with her controlling her temper.....all normal considering what she's been through.
Bobby is looking at some serious life changes in the next few months. He may be joining the National Guard this summer (Hooah) I'm really excited for him. It may be hard to have him gone on basic training (and then officers school) but it'll be worth it. He's also decided (once he's comfortably in the guard) to go back to school. He wants to teach and coach football. I love that he's got new dreams.
He decided to do this because he's discovered over the past few months the sacrifice it takes to be a manager in retail. Never being home, not being able to go to my doctor's appointments, not seeing the kids, and working 11 hours a day is hard...I can't wait to see him reaching for his new goals.
I love a good adventure (in case you can't tell!)
We have an ARD for Jon on Friday. The school is going to have to explain to me why it is that he did not qualify for speech therapy. It may be a bit of an ugly one...
Staci's been holding onto a fever the past 4 days or so. She's got a nice viral infection, so we're just trying to wait it out and keep her on motrin and tylenol for the fever. She's not eating very well...but I'm sure she'll catch up when she's feeling better.
Destiny is still learning to control her emotions. She had a tantrum at school yesterday. She was playing T-ball at p.e. and when she missed the ball, threw the bat as hard as she could and started screaming and crying. So we had a talk about being a good sport and just trying again. We may have issues with her controlling her temper.....all normal considering what she's been through.
Bobby is looking at some serious life changes in the next few months. He may be joining the National Guard this summer (Hooah) I'm really excited for him. It may be hard to have him gone on basic training (and then officers school) but it'll be worth it. He's also decided (once he's comfortably in the guard) to go back to school. He wants to teach and coach football. I love that he's got new dreams.
He decided to do this because he's discovered over the past few months the sacrifice it takes to be a manager in retail. Never being home, not being able to go to my doctor's appointments, not seeing the kids, and working 11 hours a day is hard...I can't wait to see him reaching for his new goals.
I love a good adventure (in case you can't tell!)
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Holy Cow, I need to post more often,,,,
So, it's been two weeks since we finalized our adoption. The kids are doing great and loving that they are now ours! Destiny has been testing us a bit...you know, "Let's see if you still love me when I do this!" Type of stuff, but it's not more than we can handle. She's such a doll and when she misbehaves, it's hard to not laugh it off. I love that kid!
We are now in week 30 of the pregnancy and all continues to go well. Luke moves a lot and I love to feel him squirm around. The kids have all gotten to feeel him move and they just giggle and laugh! Jon even kissed my belly! He's not one for showing emotion, so this was a big thing for him. I can't believe my due date is only 10 weeks away. I can't wait to hold our baby!
And now for my topic of choice today....and I know I'm going to tick some people off, so please remember this is my own opinion. I am not in any way questioning the idea, just the way it is being discussed...
Have you heard about the possible uterus transplant that a hospital in New York has in the works? I read an article about it and to be quite honest, it really ticked me off. They labeled the infertile woman as "defective." DEFECTIVE! As though we are a piece of equipment that needs to be replaced. (Now remember, I'm questioning this person's word choices, not ideas...)
So let's take a quick look at this. Your target audience is women who have struggled for a lifetime to reach the goal of having a baby. They have cried, screamed, mourned, and tortured their bodies to the point of extreme hurt and exhaustion so that they can be called defective. For someone working to "help" these women, you deserve a quick kick in the pants. How dare you take someone's pain and misery and then call them defective. How dare you make someone who already hurts and feels miserable and add to that. How dare you make someone feel even worse than they already do.
I find this as yet another way people who have never struggled infertility just don't get it. They just don't understand how it feels...and they don't educate themselves on the human aspect of it all. It sucks to know that it's your fault you can't make or keep a baby. I thought many times about how much I sucked because my body didn't perform the most human of all tasks...and then to read that someone has called fellow infertiles "defective' really ticks me off.
I really and truely hope and pray that someday, infertility will become something easier to treat. I hope that medical science can get to a place where a woman doesn't have to struggle for years and years to have a baby. I wait for the day when women don't break down in the bathroom after starting their periods. But I could never take treatments from someone who labeled me as this person did. I am not a machine. Educate yourselves people...that's the only way to reach a person hurting as much as the infertile does.
End of rant....
We are now in week 30 of the pregnancy and all continues to go well. Luke moves a lot and I love to feel him squirm around. The kids have all gotten to feeel him move and they just giggle and laugh! Jon even kissed my belly! He's not one for showing emotion, so this was a big thing for him. I can't believe my due date is only 10 weeks away. I can't wait to hold our baby!
And now for my topic of choice today....and I know I'm going to tick some people off, so please remember this is my own opinion. I am not in any way questioning the idea, just the way it is being discussed...
Have you heard about the possible uterus transplant that a hospital in New York has in the works? I read an article about it and to be quite honest, it really ticked me off. They labeled the infertile woman as "defective." DEFECTIVE! As though we are a piece of equipment that needs to be replaced. (Now remember, I'm questioning this person's word choices, not ideas...)
So let's take a quick look at this. Your target audience is women who have struggled for a lifetime to reach the goal of having a baby. They have cried, screamed, mourned, and tortured their bodies to the point of extreme hurt and exhaustion so that they can be called defective. For someone working to "help" these women, you deserve a quick kick in the pants. How dare you take someone's pain and misery and then call them defective. How dare you make someone who already hurts and feels miserable and add to that. How dare you make someone feel even worse than they already do.
I find this as yet another way people who have never struggled infertility just don't get it. They just don't understand how it feels...and they don't educate themselves on the human aspect of it all. It sucks to know that it's your fault you can't make or keep a baby. I thought many times about how much I sucked because my body didn't perform the most human of all tasks...and then to read that someone has called fellow infertiles "defective' really ticks me off.
I really and truely hope and pray that someday, infertility will become something easier to treat. I hope that medical science can get to a place where a woman doesn't have to struggle for years and years to have a baby. I wait for the day when women don't break down in the bathroom after starting their periods. But I could never take treatments from someone who labeled me as this person did. I am not a machine. Educate yourselves people...that's the only way to reach a person hurting as much as the infertile does.
End of rant....
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