Thursday, April 29, 2010

Logan Pictures...Finally!

I had all these visions of blogging everyday while I was on leave...uploading cute pictures and talking about all that was going on...well here I sit having to go back to work next Monday with my baby being almost two months old and these are the first pictures I am putting up in my second post...oops! I promise once I get a better hang on this whole time management thing, I will be back to blogging up a storm. Until then, just hang in there!

Monday, March 29, 2010

Our new addition...

Sorry blog friends! It has been a whirlwind of activity since our baby boy finally joined us almost three weeks ago.

Logan was born March 10 via C-Section. He was 9 lbs, 3 oz, and 20 1/2 inches long.

When things settle down and I have a little more time I will start blogging again on a regular basis.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

The state of things as of now...

I want to offer an apology up front for the emotion/resentment that might come out in this post. It has been an emotional, trying past couple of days with limited sleep and a complete 180 of everything I thought I knew.

Let me start at the beginning...those of you who have read my blog for some time know what J and I had to go through to get to this point. We started out by getting pregnant on our own. We didn't have to think about needles and timing and calendars. It just happened, and then in a blink it was gone. No explanation, no nothing. So after about six months we decided to get back on the horse again. Month after month, tears, fights, resentment, pointing fingers, our marriage wasn't going to survive much more. We finally sought out help. We were determined to have a baby, but we didn't have the luxury that we had before. No romantic story about a crazy night. No "I think I might be pregnant!" thoughts. Instead what filled our minds was how unfair it all seemed, like we were being cheated of those wonderful first emotions this time around.

We were inundated with test after test, treatment after treatment, doctor after doctor, shots, meds, it was never ending. After months and months of disappointments, we were spent, emotionally, physically, mentally. We couldn't do anymore. We started to seriously talk about other options, and after speaking to the RE, we decided to throw our hats in the ring one last time. Finally at our last treatment we got a break. A BIG break. We found out we were pregnant, but again the joy that most first time parents have was dampened a little by our past miscarriage and how we got pregnant. No overwhelming sense of joy. No immediately jumping on the phone to call our family and friends to share the good news. We were paralyzed, not completely believing the plastic test that lay on the sink, seemingly mocking all of our hopes and dreams. We simply called the doctor and set up our HCG test and tried not to get our hearts broken again.

Both HCG tests came back fine, and my progesterone was in the normal level, but they still wanted to leave me on all my meds for the first trimester. My life revolved around when to take my meds and making sure I didn't miss even one dose for fear that it would be the undoing of everything we had accomplished. The medicine made me sick, sick to the point that I couldn't hold down anything except water, dry toast, and occasionally lipton soup. Once again instead of focusing on the joy of what was taking place and basking in the awesome act that was taking place inside of me, I was wondering how I was going to handle this for another 6 months. I felt guilty because I wasn't happy, at least the level of happy that I had expected myself to be. I was sick, miserable, and feeling like the worst mother in the world because I couldn't enjoy what I had wanted for so long.

As the pregnancy progressed the sickness got better, only to be replaced by other problems. Separated muscles, anemia, and a breech baby which caused immense pain, (which we were assured would turn before it was time for birth. "He has plenty of room and time. No need to worry.") The second trimester was definitely better and I welcomed being able to eat again, but I still wasn't feeling the overwhelming happiness I felt I should be. I would talk to other new moms and they would express how amazing being pregnant was and how they never wanted it to end. Once again, not only was I struggling with the physical pain of things, but the emotional as well. How could I be a good mom if I couldn't even enjoy being pregnant? Why couldn't I feel that attachment to this growing thing inside of me? I tried to explain it to J, and he tried his best to understand, but I knew there was no way he really could. He watched helplessly as I would cry for no reason, or fly off about the littlest comment. I felt all alone with no one who could truly understand what I was feeling.

With the third trimester I started feeling a little better emotionally. It started feeling a little more real, and I was starting to actually feel excited at the prospect of our baby being a reality. I started counting down the weeks and then the days until the baby would be here. We took birthing classes and did hospital tours. We went to a safety seat clinic to make sure our car seat was installed properly. I had three baby showers and started to fill up the nursery with all of the wonderful things our friends and family had given us. J and I had long talks about labor and what it would be like. I decided I wanted to try the natural route for as long as possible trying to forgo an epidural in favor of IV anesthesia. I kept getting bigger and bigger and with that came intense swelling...swelling of my feet, my hands, my face. I kept asking the doctor if this was preeclampsia and he said that there were no signs in my tests that would lead him to conclude that so I trusted he knew what he was talking about and started silently praying for an early delivery. Some days were so bad I couldn't bend my toes, ankle, or knee. The swelling spread up my legs and was so prominent I started to bring flip flops to work in the dead of winter because my other shoes wouldn't fit after lunch. I was back to feeling guilty and selfish because I would rather have him born early than suck it up and deal with the physical ailments of being pregnant. What kind of a mother does that?

Finally it became time for us to start having weekly appointments. 36 weeks, no dilation. 37 weeks, no dilation. 38 weeks, no dilation. How could I not be dilating at all? I'd been having contractions since 28 weeks but strong contractions since 35 weeks. Why wasn't my cervix cooperating? I was beginning to get more and more frustrated with each week that came and went with no change and wondered if something was more wrong than what they were letting on.

Which brings us up to this week. Yesterday I woke up at 5:30 am with intense back pain which wrapped around my body and reached down into my hips and upper thighs. I started walking around the house seeing if they would go away. Not only did they not go away, they spread into my abdomen and started coming regularly. I tried laying down, no change. I tried sitting up, no change. Left side, right side, back, no matter how I shifted they wouldn't go away or change intensity at all. Finally I woke J up and relayed to him that I think labor might be starting so he might want to call his boss and stay home today. I called my boss and did the same and we started timing away. Around 11, they were coming between 5 and 7 minutes apart regularly for over an hour. We called the birthing center and let them know we would be coming in soon. We arrived just after noon (J and I took showers and ate before we went in since we thought it might be a while before we got to do that again) and they ushered us into a room. I was hooked up to a fetal monitor and a monitor for my contractions. We really thought we were not going to see our home again without a baby in tow. Today was the day, it just had to be!

The RN comes in to perform a pelvic exam. I could tell by the look on her face that something wasn't right. She kept asking me to try laying or extending in different ways as she felt around on my stomach. Finally she said, "I'm going to go get someone else to do a pelvic exam. I'll be right back." That should of been a huge red flag for me, but I just waited until the second nurse came in. It was pretty much the same the strange look on her face, the feeling that something wasn't right. She left and came back moments later with the ultrasound cart. She said they were going to do an ultrasound real quick to just get a feel for what was going on with the baby. The ultrasound confirmed what they were afraid of...Logan was sitting cross legged on my pelvic floor.

They called my doctor to try and figure out what to do. They concluded that the reason I haven't been dilating is due to the fact that his head isn't engaged in the birth canal so my body is having to do double duty to dilate on its own without the help of the weight of the baby and gravity. Our options as of this point seem to be:

1) If he isn't too low in my pelvic cavity, they can try to turn him. This would happen at the hospital via an ultrasound and after an epidural so my muscles are completely relaxed. There is about a 65% success rate with this procedure. Pros: hopefully if successful I would be able to deliver vaginally and have a somewhat normal labor process. Cons: some babies don't turn at all, or if they get them turned they can turn right back and you still have to have a c-section after enduring the procedure to turn. I am hoping that if the doctor gives us the green light to turn that they will agree to induce at the same time and deliver instead of waiting and possibly have him turn back or go into distress.

2) If the doctor isn't comfortable turning for whatever reason, they won't let me even attempt to deliver Logan at this angle. It is apparently unhealthy for both of us and can cause neural problems in the baby since they come neck first instead of head first. They would schedule a c-section for me as soon as possible to get Logan out while both of us are not in critical condition. The goal is to get the baby out before my body goes into active labor (dilating). Pros: they could safely deliver him in a matter of minutes. Cons: Longer recovery time, longer time off from work.

I know it isn't the end of the world. Many people have had C-Sections and have perfectly healthy babies. I'm just trying to wrap my mind around the fact that there is 99% chance that I won't just spontaneously go into labor and have my baby the natural way without medical intervention. I guess that's how we started this whole journey, so why should we end it any differently?

So that is where we stand as of now. We are seeing our doctor this afternoon to talk about our options and what he suggests/ prefers as of now. I will try to keep everyone updated as things progress. Please keep J, Logan, and I in your thoughts and prayers as events continue to unfold for our family.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Completed Baby's Room

Saturday, January 16, 2010


Six years ago today I was woken up to the phone call telling me my grandfather had decided to end his life by shooting himself in a parking lot down by the river. I will never forget that moment for the rest of my life and how each and every day I find myself still asking why. Rascall Flatts just came out with a song not to long ago about a teenager committing suicide.

Here are the lyrics:
Why? by Rascall Flatts

You must have been in a place so dark
You couldn't feel the light
Reaching for you through that stormy cloud

Now here we are gathered in our little home town
This cant be the way you meant to draw a crowd

Oh why, that's what I asking
Was there anything i could have said or done
Oh I had no clue you were masking a troubled soul
God only knows what went wrong
and why you'd leave the stage in the middle of a song
Now in my mind ill keep you frozen as a 17 year old
Rounding third to score the winning run
You always played with passion no matter what the game
When you took the stage you shined just like the sun

Oh why that's what I keep asking
Was there anything I could have said or done
Oh I had no clue you were masking a troubled soul
Oh God only knows what went wrong
and why you would leave the stage in the middle of a song


Now the oak trees a swaying in the early autumn breeze
The golden sun is shining on my face
Tangled thoughts i hear the mocking bird sing
this old world really ain't that bad a place

Oh there's no comprehending and who am i to try to judge or explain
But I do have one burning question
Who told you life wasn't worth the fight
They were wrong
They lied
Now your gone and we cry
Its just not like you to walk away in the middle of a song
Your beautiful song
Your absolutely beautiful song

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Good News and Bad News...

After three attempts I finally got the results for my gestational diabetes test glucose levels are good, which is great. That means I do not have gestational diabetes. However, my hemoglobin levels are low, which means I am anemic. The good news about this is that it is easily treated (by taking iron supplements) and it really has no effect on the baby since the baby gets his nutrients first and I get the leftovers, but it can cause preterm labor if it isn't treated enough or can cause the baby to be anemic after he is born. Can I just tell you how much I love the iron supplements?? NOT! They are so disgusting, they make everything taste like metal (even water) and they upset my stomachs. Let me run you down the list of meds that I have been on during this pregnancy:

-progesterone suppositories

-aspirin regiment

-prenatal vitamins

-folic acid supplements

-B6 to treat nausea

-Ferrous Sulfate (Iron)

That's just during the pregnancy...that's not courting all of the meds I had to be on just to get pregnant...I'm not complaining, just getting used to being a walking pharmacy. It sure makes packing for trips fun!

Well we are under ten weeks and counting...I'm getting a little nervous about the whole labor part. I don't know why but I am not nervous about having him home at all, just about getting him out. They say the best way to combat this is to educate yourself, but it seems the more I try to educate myself, the more nervous I become. I guess I'm kind of an ignorance is bliss kind of person. Jeff and I made our birth plan the other day and looking at all of that typed up just makes it real. So crazy that this little person is going to be here so soon!

I promise I will post pictures soon. We have the baby's room almost done, we are just waiting on the changing table to be delivered and the rocker, and then once it is completely done I will post the finished results.

Hope everyone had a great Christmas and is looking forward to a wonderful New Year! Take Care!


Thursday, December 17, 2009

3-D Sono Pictures

We had a 3-D sonogram last Saturday. I am so happy with the pictures! It is amazing to me still that this little person is really growing inside of me and that my body is capable of creating this miracle! Enjoy and Merry Christmas!!!