Hospital Admittance

After a hellish week of almost non-stop puking and multiple days in a row not able to keep anything down, my husband brought me to the emergency room for fluids on May 31st. Two bags of fluids, a urine culture and 5 vials of blood later, the on call OB wanted to admit me. My glucose levels were high, I was spilling ketones in my urine at 4+, and the blood tests were starting to show the beginning stages of malnourishment. I politely declined admission because I have 2 boys under 2 to take care of, and a husband who works. While upset, the OB understood and let me go with the promise I would come back if I was still in bad shape.

Friday, June 2nd was my OB appointment. Baby L is growing great! S/he is still measuring a bit behind, but is right on track as far as growth from 2 weeks prior. The OB I saw however, was not thrilled with my HG being uncontrolled and glucose levels topping out in the 150’s fasting and 240’s after meals. She pushed me to head straight to the hospital for admittance. This is a crucial time in the development of the baby, and we don’t want something to happen because of my body being wonky. I asked if it was possible to go in on Sunday instead of Friday, because Saturday was my birthday. She said in the grander scheme of things, 1 day wasn’t going to make a bit of difference and agreed. 

June 3rd, my family and I went fishing at a lake in town for my birthday. My husband and I talked about it and determined we (I) would go in later that day instead of Sunday. The sooner I got in the sooner I got to leave. We had a blast fishing.

After a bowl of stew and a slice of ice cream cake, we headed in. My glucose level was low, so they started fluids with added sugar. I was put on iv meds to get the puking under control and left to my own devices. The machine for the fluids is sensitive and kept going off all night. It sucked. 

Today has been a bit better. I’ve had 24+ hours of round the clock fluids and am feeling pretty okay. I’m still nauseous as all hell but haven’t thrown up in about 6 hours. We’ve switched to oral meds again and are going to see how I do with them. I am supposed to meet with the dietician/endocrinology teams tomorrow to formulate a plan for the diabetes and see where we go from here. Hopefully they’ll let me go on Tuesday. 

I voiced my concerns with staying hydrated and the doctors office has said they will think about home health for fluids once or twice a week. I am also thinking of asking for the zofran pump because iv meds are so much more effective. 

As I sit in the hospital, I am so thankful for health care professionals that are willing to listen to me…..but I don’t want to be here. I want to be home with my babies (who are giving daddy hell). I want a pregnancy that I enjoy and I want to feel good. 

Fingers crossed

Blessed But Stressed

It’s no secret that this baby is a miracle child. After getting through 2 forms of birth control and waiting several days for an egg, this little person was destined to be here. We are incredibly blessed to be expecting our third baby, but this is destined to be my most difficult pregnancy yet. 

My pregnancy with Logan wasn’t easy. I had Hyperemesis the entire time I was pregnant, which ultimately led to a picc line for 24 weeks, I had gestational diabetes which caused an early than planned delivery, he was breech the entire time, I had a subchorionic hemmorage that never resolved, placenta previa until 24 weeks, and had contractions from 21 weeks. 

Yesterday was my first official OB appointment with this baby. It started with an ultrasound, and then moved to the OB visit. My ob came in (the same one I had with Logan) and said that we needed to talk. She said that before the appointment she was thinking about sending me to a specialized high risk clinic to co-manage the pregnancy. I had 3 big things against me- HG, diabetes and short time period between delivery and pregnancy, that put me out of the scope of their care. But since she managed me with Logan it might not have been an issue. She then went on to tell me that the ultrasound found a few more “issues” that completely put me out of their scope and that she needs to refer me to the super high risk clinic. There is a very large subchorionic hemmorage in my uterus right behind the baby. Not a super big deal, had one with Logan that never resolved. There is also a section of the placenta (where it has already formed) that is not attached to my uterus at all. 

This is scary beyond all reason. There is a chance that the baby will not get the nourishment she (or he) needs and will miscarry. There is also a chance that the gap will reattach itself. At this point it’s a waiting game to see what happens. The good thing is my hormone levels are perfect and the baby is measuring alright (5 days off, but still within the realm of normal) with a perfect heart beat. 

The other stressful thing is that hg has already reared its ugly head. I’m down 7 pounds now and I’m only 7 weeks along. I cannot keep anything down and my previous go tos are not working. The lab work when I went in to the er for fluids on Saturday already shows dehydration and the start of malnourishment. 

I have an appointment next Friday with the high risk ob. We will do an ultrasound, and go over the diabetes, hg and make a plan for baby. 

This is scary

When God Has Other Plans

Hello all! Life sure has taken a turn from what it was a few years ago when I could do what I want when I want. I now have VERY little time to do anything I want to do, and even less time to actually do it. While I enjoyed the spontaneity of married life with no children, I also loved to plan things out. Now that I’m a mom of 2 happy, energetic boys, I still love to plan things out. Why, I have no idea….nothing ever works out as planned anyways.

Whenever I make a plan, it usually doesn’t work out the way that I wanted it to. Most of the time I get upset in that moment, but once all is said and done realize that what actually happened was just as okay as what I had planned. It’s funny looking at things now though. I can’t see the big picture of my life. I have no idea what is really going to happen tomorrow, a month from now or even 10 years from now. Looking back at events from my past, it seems as if everything that didn’t work out as planned, has actually worked out perfectly to get me where I am, and who knows what impact it will have on my future (and the futures of my family members).

When we had Logan, the plan was for me to go on birth control to give my body a break and let it heal up. My husband and I were in disagreement on when we would try again, but we were for sure giving it at least a year before we really even talked about it. In the meantime, we planned to buy a house and work on paying off some of our debt.

Well, we did buy a house. It isn’t in the neighborhood I had planned on…. and is way more than I planned on spending for a smaller house than I planned on. BUT, its exactly what we need for right now.

While I was pregnant with Logan, I developed carpal tunnel. We thought it would go away when the baby swelling went down, but it didn’t. As such, I had carpal tunnel release surgery on both wrists. The doctor did my right hand first in March. In addition to carpal tunnel, he found fluid in the cavity and calcification on the tendon. He drained the fluid, removed the calcification’s and released the nerve. He also gave me a huge dose of a super antibiotic just in case. We did the exact same thing to my left hand in April.

While we were packing up and moving, I got (and then gave my husband) the biggest shock of our life. On May 2nd, I was in the bathroom, working on packing the medicine cabinet when I came across a single pregnancy test. I started thinking about it and realized that my period, which normally came a week before my placebo pills started, hadn’t come yet. I was really crampy and nauseous, so I figured my period was on the way. Looking at the calendar, I was about a week and a half late from when my period would normally start, and about 4 days late from when it should have started if the pills were working like they should. Ironically, I already had an appointment with the OB to switch birth control pills because I didn’t think they were working like they should.

I went ahead and took the test, thinking that for sure it would come back negative. Not only was I taking the pill religiously (10:30 am every single morning), but we were also using a spermicidal lubricant (and as parents of 2 under 2, romantic times are few and far between). I was SHOCKED when a second line started appearing on the test. I immediately turned around and threw up, and walked out of the bathroom stark white. My mom asked me what was wrong and I started crying and said, “Ronny’s gonna kill me, I’m pregnant.”

When I called the OB’s office to find out what to do, they asked if I had taken any antibiotics. I didn’t know it at the time, but apparently antibiotics reduce the effectiveness of birth control pills. Ronny was pretty mad that no one told us to be careful, knowing that I was only 5 months postpartum, and knowing that I shouldn’t even be considering another one for at least 8 more months or so. But at the same time, we were using spermicidal lubricant so we should have been okay.

The OB confirmed the pregnancy via quantitative blood test. My first beta was 39, my second 227. By somewhat rudimentary calculations, we are assuming that I’m roughly 6 weeks along today. Looking at the calendar, I ovulated roughly on April 18th and ironically implanted the day we signed the paperwork to purchase the house.

This baby was determined to be here. Not only did he or (hopefully she) make it through 2 different forms of birth, but the sperm also hung around for 4-5 days waiting for an egg to appear.

I am already suffering the effects of HG again. In fact, I’ve lost 4 pounds this week due to the nausea and vomiting. I am on 3 different medications: diclegis, zofran and phenergan to help, but it doesn’t seem to touch it. I am trying my best to stay hydrated and eat when I can so that we can hopefully avoid the PICC line and some of the complications of last time.

We have no idea what is going to happen with this pregnancy, but we do know that this is the last time I will be pregnant. Right now we (my husband, our OB and myself) are thinking that this baby is going to come via c-section, at which time I will have my tubes tied. While I don’t want to permanently close the door on more children, I also know that I cannot through another pregnancy like my last one. For my safety and the safety of my children, this is just something that has to be done.

Only time will tell what is going to happen, but whatever happens, we know that GOD has our best interest at heart.


The Biggest Change of My Life

It has been so incredibly difficult to not say anything to anyone (aside from family members), but Ronny and I have made the biggest purchase of our lives. We’ve been looking for a house to buy since the end of March. I am so excited to announce (FINALLY) that we closed on a house today. 

I’m not sure if we got the house, or it got us. It kind of fell right into our laps, and we got an amazing deal. 

While out looking at a house, a man drove by and parked right in front. He watched us the entire time we were in the house…. When we were done, he called our realtor over and was asking her about being his real estate agent and invited us over to look at a 2 bed 1 bath house he was going to list. Talk about nervy. I thought for sure we were headed to our death. I called my mom and told her if she didn’t hear from me in 20 minutes to call the police, I shared my location to a few friends and told them to call the cops if they don’t here from me and made Ronny take his pocket knife in. 

Turns out the guy was really nice and had a cute house to sell. Him and his wife had bought the house when the lady across the street from their house had passed away. They fixed it up, rented it out for a little bit and then wanted to put it on the market. 
While looking at the house, the man showed us the garage. There was a small fishing boat in the garage and I asked if he would throw the boat in….and he said yes. So not only did we get a house, but we have a boat now too.

The house needs a little bit of work, and we have some plans to remodel, but we are officially home (and boat) owners

All About Luke 

Big things are happening with my first baby! Luke is almost 20 months old, but you wouldn’t guess that just by looking at him. He’s been mastering skills left and right, and continues to hit milestones weeks (and sometimes even months) before he should be. While at his brothers checkup, one of the doctors came in to comment on how advanced Luke was and ask what we are doing with him at home because of what he was doing out at the nurses station. Luke loves to hang out with the nurses at the pediatricians office, and was sitting on one of the nurses laps helping her enter in his brothers vital signs. She would tell him a number to push in, and Luke would find it and push the number. 

Luke is becoming more and more vocal every single day. He is starting to put together 3-5 word phrases, his favorite being, “where is she?” Which he says for anything that he can’t find. He also says uh-oh, yuck, ewwwww, go go go, are you ready, yucky diaper, night night, and a bunch of other stuff. He loves to make animal noises and imitate whatever sounds he hears around the house. I am going to have to start watching my language though, because the other day he dropped a toy behind the baby gate and said “oh shit.” It’s absolutely adorable coming from a 1 year old…..but not so funny at the same time. 

Luke’s almost done teething I think. His top cuspids are taking their sweet time coming in, and his bottom cuspids look like they are starting to work their way into his mouth. It doesn’t seem to bother him much during the day, but at night he wakes up crying and saying “ouchy” while pointing to his mouth. 

We are down to 1 nap a day if I’m lucky. Lately, Luke hasn’t been napping at all during the day…..but he stared sleeping through the night about 3 months ago. He does already suffer with night terrors. I’m not sure where they come from as he doesn’t really watch anything violent or scary, but he’ll wake once or twice sometimes at night completely inconsolable and scream like his legs just got chopped off if you touch him or talk to him. It’s so sad to watch him scared like that. I think he has my sleep habits when it comes to dreaming and very realistic nightmares. Poor dude. He is still working on transitioning out of our bed, and into his crib. He longs for human contact at night, but at the same time wants to be on his own. Right now, he sleeps most of the way in his crib, with his feet pressed up on my back. Hopefully we can put the mattress down all the way and have him sleep in his own bed by himself here soon. 

I’m not sure where this mentality came from, but every time Luke goes to the bathroom in his diaper he immediately tries to take it off and says “yucky,” and “eeewwww!” We were thinking of trying to potty train him, but weren’t sure how to go about it as he isn’t vocal enough to be able to tell us when he has to go to the bathroom (and I’m not sure 20 ish months is the right time to even start). Yesterday after getting out of the shower, Luke started to pee on the floor. I picked him up and put him on the big boy potty with a potty insert. He finished peeing in the potty, and was so proud of himself. I’m not sure who was more shocked…..him or me. I definitely didn’t intend to start potty training yet, but Luke loved it. I clapped and cheered for him and we sang, “pee pee in the potty, pee pee in the potty!” I kept his diaper off while we were home and any time he needed to potty, he would grab his penis and point towards the bathroom. Around the 3rd time he went pee, he began grabbing his penis and pointing it down towards the water and then shaking it when he was done (someone has been watching daddy). All in all, he went pee 6 times on the big potty…..and shocked me when he pooped in the toilet. From about 3pm to when he went to bed at 9 pm, he didn’t have 1 wet diaper, didn’t pee or poop on my floor once and didn’t pee his undies. 

Luke has started to refine his food preferences. He’s becoming quite the picky little fellow. He loves to snack throughout the day rather than eat a few meals with a morning and afternoon snack. His all time favorites are apple cinnamon oatmeal for breakfast, fruits and veggies throughout the day and either pasta or Beef stew for dinner. He has been eating proficiently with silverware for several months now, and refuses to use the baby silverware. He’s also figured out how to open sippy cups so we have resorted to giving him a trainer cup that releases liquid when he pushes down on the top with his nose. 

We did trial him on Alimentum, but he refuses to drink it. He has successfully had a few bites of dairy containing foods with no reaction, but did poop blood when I gave him a grilled cheese sandwich. I’m giving him a few days and then seeing if he can tolerate soy milk yet. I know soy milk isn’t the perfect solution but it’s a cheaper alternative to Elecare! We aren’t retrying any of his other allergy foods yet though after he had a reaction to egg in mayo. 

Here are some pics of my first little monkey: 

Logan is 4 Months Old!

When my husband and I tied the knot almost 4 years ago, children were a big part of what was next in our future. Struggling to conceive Luke, and even the loss before conceiving Logan, I never imagined actually being in a place where I would be writing an update on how our second baby was doing at 4 months old. I am so proud and excited to say that Logan is doing so amazingly well.

We took Logan in for his 4 month check up today, and he is growing like a little weed. He’s 13 pounds 13 ounces, 25 inches tall and his head circumference is 41.5 cm. (As a comparison, Luke was 13 pounds 10 ounces, 25 inches tall and had a 41 cm head circumference). He is dropping percentiles as far as weight goes, but overall is growing so well that it isn’t really a concern. His ears are clear, his eyes are perfect (although he does have one blocked tear duct that we are hoping resolves by the time he’s 1) and his mouth is superb.

Developmentally, he is ahead of the game…..even for a baby who was born on time. The doctor did say that we should adjust his age since he was born slightly early, but that even without the age adjustment he is beyond where he should be. I think we have his big brother to thank for that. Logan is always trying to do what brother does.

LOVES: momma, daddy and brother, food, sitting in the sit me up chair, his stuffed elephant, sleeping, kisses, warm baths and trying to get brother to pay attention to him.

HATES: tummy time, getting his nose picked, waiting for anything, taking medicine, not being in on the “action”, anything cold, clothes and pacifiers.

Logan has really developed a personality this past couple weeks. He is such a fun loving, smiley little boy. He talks all the time, and lets us know when he’s unhappy. He started laughing about 2 weeks ago, and doesn’t seem to stop. He thinks his brother is the funniest guy around, and even laughed when Luke was horsing around pretending to fall off the bed.

Speaking of sleep, Logan doesn’t really seem to enjoy napping during the day. He’s to the point where he knows that life is continuing around him and doesn’t want to miss anything. When he does sleep, he prefers to be in the rock n play or the crib on his own. He doesn’t like to co-sleep the way Luke did/does. He currently wakes 1-2 times a night, usually between 1 and 2 am, and then again around 5 am for a bottle and then goes right back to sleep. He’s usually up by 7:30, ready to start the day.

As far as feeding goes…..we are switching things up a bit. Logan has been on Elecare since he was 2 weeks old because he was pooping blood on the Similac Alimentum. He has been growing great on the Elecare, but has been throwing up a lot and never seemed to be satisfied. In fact, he would drink approximately 36 ounces of formula a day on the Elecare (and no, we weren’t over feeding him….he was just hungry all the time.) At the recommendation of the GI, we began a trial of the Alimentum ready to feed to see how the milk allergy was going, and to see if corn could be the culprit. I am so pleased to say that Logan passed the trial on ready to feed, so we don’t have to fight with insurance over the Elecare any more. He didn’t pass the powdered Alimentum though. Today we were given the go ahead to give oatmeal a try and see how he does with solids. I think he’ll do okay.

Aside from that, we are still working through some medical stuff with him. He has been vomiting quite a bit lately, and sometimes is a very gross green color. He had an upper GI today to take a peep. His anatomy seems to be where it should and is working fine, but it did show a pretty hefty case of reflux. He’s never seemed to be in pain or anything from it so we didn’t know it was there. He also is anemic, and we are trying to figure out what’s going on with that. At 2 months, his hematocrit level was 8….so super low. We did a repeat blood draw and his numbers had gone up slightly, but were all very consistent with low iron levels. He’s on iron supplements and will have a re-draw in a few weeks. If his numbers don’t go up he’ll probably get a blood transfusion. The thought is that his body killed off a lot of red blood cells when he was in the hospital fighting the unknown infection, and we are just waiting for his body to pick up production on its own….which happens around now anyways.

Here are some pictures of my mini monkey for your viewing pleasure:

It’s Been A Long Time

I haven’t blogged in a really long time. In fact I haven’t done much of anything for myself in a really long time. Life has been crazy busy, and I greatly underestimated what being a stay at home mom would be like…..especially with 2 children under 2. 

Luke and Logan happen to be napping at the same time today…..which happens maybe twice a month. I should be cleaning the house, or doing some work for my LuLaRoe business, or any other number of things. 

Lots of things have been going on here. Luke is doing phenomenal. He is such a happy, loving little boy. He’s so friendly and getting more and more independent every day. His vocabulary has really sprouted within the past week or so, and it is so cute listening to him talk. His animal noises are on point! He’s finally sleeping through the night most nights, and is so close to being in his own bed.

Logan is doing amazingly well too. He had a minor surgery a week and a half ago, but is healing nicely and wasn’t really bothered by it. He’s started talking to us (baby coo’s) and is all smiles when he isn’t sleeping. He even started laughing within the past few days. He doesn’t get much tummy time due to his surgery, but he can roll from his back to his tummy. He loves to eat, loves to sleep and loves to be held. 

Ronny and I are still going strong. I’m tired as tired could be, but such is life. We’re working on a few things that I can’t quite talk about yet, but hopefully something exciting happens soon.