24 posts tagged “pregnancy”

Ok, so on Tuesday I had an appointment with AMFM (atlanta maternal fetal medicine). I knew I was going to get an ultrasound, but I thought the main reason I was there was for the diabetes and to see how big A got. They took my blood pressure first, and finally a high reading in the office as well as out of. So.. it wasn't all in my head, then they did the ultrasound and I got a lot of "hmm-mm's" and " have you bleed during this pregnancy and did you smoke" (no, and no)  no one was really telling me anything. After the U/S they took my BP and it was still high, I was also starting to swell. They started to explain things in the U/S to me. First they said they thought they saw blood around my placenta and that it looked like a placental abrupt-ion. They also said that Amelia was really small, esp. for being a diabetic baby, and that they were worried about growth restrictions. Then there was this wispy area that looked like fluid build up behind the amniotic sac. They said that combined with my high BP, swelling, and past pregnancy complications that they recommended that I be delivered that day. Talk about being in shock, they told me to go straight to my hospital and have some more tests run. So, I called my husband- told him not to leave work though, b/c I was sure the hospital was just going to send me back home. I went to the hospital, registered, changed and did all the required tests. Then the doctor came in. She said it was up to me, I could have the baby now, tomorrow, next week, or on her due date, but, she wanted me to go for one more ultrasound and wait for the next doctor to come on before I made any decisions. Again, I called my husband and told him not to leave work yet, b/c the doctor that I was about to see was a huge full term pusher, and I doubted she would want me to deliver yet. I went for the ultrasound, my labs were all coming back and I met with the doctor. She said six hours after my last meal (which was on the way to the hospital) I would have a c-section. Great, I reply and start calling people. I called Bobby told him what was going on (evidently, It looked like I did have a placental abrupt-ion, and I was in the early stages of preeclampsia and HELLP. So it was better to not wait) and told him to get to the hospital. Then I told him to go home and change first, and maybe grab my bag. I was totally calm this whole time. Bobby arrived then they said that they were pushing my c-section back an hour b/c someone else was a higher risk at the time. So B and I just hung out in triage. A little later the surgical nurse came in and administered two iv medication and an oral med. One of them happened to be Raglan ( an anti -nausea medication) which makes me freak out. I am not joking, as soon as it hit my system I stared shivering, shaking, and wanting to crawl out of my skin. I was having trouble breathing and just all kinds of anxiety. I was really trying to keep it all together b/c I didn't want to freak B out by being so upset myself, but really I was convinced I was going to die. Anyway, I made it to the operating room and survived the spinal with the help of nitrous oxide, by the time they let Bobby into the operating room the operation had already started. I was really doing well, a lot better than when I had Katherine.  Anyway, about half way through I started freaking out again, and just started puking everywhere. Then I heard Amelia cry, and it was so awesome. I didn't get to see her right away, but then they brought her over to see me and it was like every single cheesy movie moment. It was truly breath taking. Then I passed out.  I think. The next thing I remember is being rolled into recovery. I know they said something about me losing A LOT of blood and being severely anemic, but other than that nothing... oh and they were looking for the placental abrupt-ion. Anyway, the anthesia started to wear off, and then I itched, and itched and itched. To the point where I have this horrible scab under my nose from scratching. Amelia got to spend the night in the room with Bobby and me and I got to nurse her almost right away. I'll spare you the details of recovering, but I will let you know that once I got past the initial pain everything has been cool. I didn't take any pain medication until I started getting up to walk, and I only stuck to motrin. I was able to come home yesterday, we were hoping for Thursday, but they were waiting for lab work to come back to see if I needed a blood transfusion. Luckily, I didn't. Thursday night the PPD kicked in though.
The horrible thing is I know it's normal, but I hate crying- esp. in front of people. I managed to keep it cool until last night and then I lost it. I cried all night, over everything. I felt like a horrible wife for not being able to take care of my husband they way he has taken care of me. I felt like a horrible mother for not being able to play with Katherine and for abandoning her while I was in the hospital. Then I felt like being a horrible mother b/c I wasn't excited about being pregnant this time around for awhile. It took time to get use to the idea, where as when I was pregnant with Katherine I was excited the whole time. Then I felt upset for being upset and not being excited on Amelia's homecoming and I felt like I was ruining Bobby's life and that he deserved so much better than me. God, I am rambling now. Anyway, today has been a little better. I am able to talk to people with out crying, but I have still cried a lot. I really want to feel normal and happy again. I think I am going to start therapy again soon, b/c the feelings I had last night were really bad, not bad like hurt the babies bad, but bad for me. Like, what am I doing bad. I really thought I wanted to die. Luckily, though, I would never do anything like that, but I hate having those feelings. Man, I'm tearing up again. It does get better though. I just have to remember that. Anyway, I'm sure the next few posts will be a roller coaster of wows and depression.

So, I'm averaging at least three doctor appointments a week, complete with blood and urine labs (EVERY TIME). TMI, I know, and I'm sorry. Anyway, nothing wrong so far (great news!!). Tomorrow I meet with the maternal fetal doctor who will probably yell at me for not keeping up with my glucose test for the past two, two and half weeks. But! What can I say, "oh sorry, first I had a bout of paranoid pre-eclampsia, then a horrible tooth ache which resulted in an emergency root canal, and then when that was over I ended up getting the flu" I don't think he will believe all of it, but it's the truth. I do get another ultrasound tomorrow, so I get to see how big Amelia is and what she may look like. I love end term ultrasounds. I also get to try out my new Magellen thingy to help me find the office! Yahoo!

I've been really hormonal lately. I really do feel bad for those around me. Like, my bf, she just had a baby last month, a wedding that she is in. Her almost SIL just moved down here, and she is moving in 6 weeks. So, we don't really get to talk much, and I almost get mad about it, like she is avoiding me or something. I know, it's silly and the world doesn't revolve around me, but man, would I love just one rotation. I did really well this week-end with bed rest, and sure enough my swelling went down as did the blood pressure. I was really, really, really bored though. Today, I did do a little shopping. I am almost done. I just need to get gifts for the two most important people in my life now. One of them made me promise not to get them anything, I said the same thing, but I threw a twist on it. I was like don't get me a Christmas gift, you can just wait until I am recovering from bringing your child into the world, after having a huge needle stuck into my back, a horrible tube stuck into my private area, and a huge scalpel cutting into my stomach as a living human being is being taken out (not neccisarly in that order) and get me a wonderful gift then. So either way I win. Nice gift and Bobby wont have to feel bad for being able to enjoy the wonders of child bearing. I'm either hoping for jewelery, or a new power cord for my laptop. Actually, I'm hoping for the power cord more. I still hate sitting at the desk to use the computer.

Anyway, if anything happens before Christmas I doubt there will be much updating. So just in case... Happy Holidays!
Ooh! One more thing. Still having troubles with the middle name. Suggestions are very welcomed. So far we have Amelia Winter Williams. Any thoughts?

On Saturday Bobby had drill. Unfortunatly, I had to go b/c it was family week and Bobby wanted me to volunteer to head the FRG group. The drive sucked. B didn't get home until almost midnight the night before and then we had to get up at 4 to drive down there. We did it though... well... I did it. I drove the whole way. Not a bad drive it's only "2 1/2-3" hours away. I some how made it in just under 2 hours. Anyway, we get there I start to swell AGAIN and my BP starts shooting up. Katherine, meanwhile is going full speed ahead. I woke that child up at 4 to get ready thinking she would sleep until we got there. Imagine my surprise when she not only stayed awake, but stayed awake and sang the whole way to ft. valley and then ran circles around everyone there. So, around 10 she finally passed out, I was holding her in the same area that had the moon jump. There were like 6-8 kids jumping in it when all of a sudden it started collapsing on them. These were older kids, ok, not like 3 or 4, but 6 and older. Anyway, all these grown ups start freaking out and I start laughing. I'm not mean or anything, but it was so something you would see on AFV. I got a couple of dirty looks, but luckily for me another mom was kind of laughing too. Ok, so then we left, not b/c I was laughing, but because of my swelling and BP. We come home, kind of clean and just chill for the rest of the day.

On Sunday, we did some shopping. We bought a dvd for Bobby and then we ended up buying the Wizard of Oz on DVD for K. We also looked in ToysRus for a toy box or two for Katherine. It was HELL, let me tell you. It was so crowed the shelves were so picked over. There was actually a man in an SUV in the parking lot honking in front of the store for his wife. People were driving down the one lane road that leads into TRU the wrong way... It was for real insane. After the horrible shopping experience we went to this awesome little pizza place that we love. All of a sudden I felt REALLY, REALLY sick. My BP was 163/111 and I thought I was going to puke everywhere. Well... first K puked at the table. Luckily she was discreet and gave me a kind of warning. So I was able to catch most of it in a paper towel and then let her finish in the bathroom. When we got back to the table she felt better but I felt worse. This was so putting B in a bad mood, b/c it was one of the last peaceful meals we would be able to have before the baby is born, and b/c I felt horrible and there was nothing he could do. Long story short. He starts pissing me off b/c he is in a bad mood, I'm sick and end up throwing up for ten minutes in the bathroom. We get our stuff to go and leave. I felt bad for our waitress. She had no idea what was going on and probably just thought we were really weird and or rude. Anyway, when we get back home stay on the couch for the rest of the night- my BP falls and I feel better.

Monday- I packed my bag for the hospital, did some laundry and made a list of last minute baby things we still needed. Bobby and I loaded up K and headed out. He dropped us off at Target while he got his hair cut. Katherine and I had a ball. We picked up a few things for Amelia and then Katherine picked out a few things for herself. Dollar books, a little police car to race, some bubble bath, new panties and a dvd. After that Bobby met us and we picked out a NICE BIG 50 gallon tub to use as a toy box. It works awesomely by the way. We went out for lunch after that b/c I was starved and there was nothing to eat in the house. So, we get to the restaurant, and I order wings for K. Bobby is like does she even like wings, and I'm like yeah. She loves them. He didn't believe me until he saw her pick the bones clean. We got tons of pictures. Anyway, so when we get home I'm exhausted and yes, my BP is up again. I try to take a nap which doesn't work, check my BP again and call the on-call nurse. I tell her how high is, how bad my feet are swelling, but I also tell her that I feel fine, and there is minimal swelling on the rest of my body. I also tell her that I really don't want to check into the hospital if I can help it b/c I know they will run the standard panel of tests and then send me home. She tells me to go to the hospital, at this time, Bobby and K are gone- they went to pick up B's parents from the airport. So I ask the nurse if it is ok to wait long enough for my husband to get home. * Not b/c I want him to drive me, why should both of us be stuck at the hospital, but b/c really I wanted to finish cleaning the house, and doing laundry just in case I did end up hospitalized longer than over night. She said it was fine. So, I call B let him know what's going on and start to clean. CLEAN, CLEAN, CLEAN. I moved K's stuff into a new dresser so that the changing table dresser just had Amelia's clothes in it. I moved all of K's toys into the tub, folded at least twelve loads of laundry, put them all away, vacuumed and cleaned out the crib and started putting baby stuff through out the house and nursery. I then informed my husband (who was at home by now) that I did not want him to take me to the hospital b/c it would be a waste of his time. We fought over it for a few minutes and then I was on my way. Blood work, urine test, F*cking catheter urine test, BP monitering, another crash course on 24 hour urine collecting and I was sent back home. Four hours wasted.

Tuesday- Involved peeing in a cup and dumping it into a collection container all day long. I also had to go to the dentist to have my root canaled cap filled. Then I was bad, and went to B&N for some literary therapy. Luckily I had a coupon. Today i had to drive back to the hospital to drop off my collection. The stupid chick at the L&D desk told me that I had to take it to the lab in the main hospital (I know they have people who run errands like that... I shouldn't have done it myself). Anyway, I make it to the main hospital, to lab and then they tell me that they can't take it b/c I don't have the orders. I'm like.- I was never given orders. So, they make me hold on to it while they get a hold of the doctors. The messed up thing is, I am obviously pregnant (19 days to go) my feet are swollen, my face is swollen, I'm getting pissed off b/c no one will take my f*cking pee and not one person offers me there seat. This is a room full of men and not pregnant women, and no one offers there seat to the fat, obviously miserable pregnant woman holding the gas can size container of pee. Anyway, the lab tech finally takes it and says she will call me if there are any problems. Biggest problem so far is that I need the results before my doctors appointment that was 2 hours later. I make it home, iron B's shirt for work and try to take a little nap before my doctors appointment. Doesn't work. Make it to my appointment, lab calls my cell phone, they need my height and weight before they can run the test. I tell them- they must have rushed the test b/c 15 minutes later my results are faxed in. Everything looks fine, I just need to stay off my feet, if my BP keeps rising then I might have Amelia before Christmas. Oh, and for some reason my old doctor never sent over my pre-natal lab work, so more blood is drawn. Thankfully, the day has gotten kind of better, not too much, but I think I'll live. I have nothing planned for tomorrow except for finishing Christmas cards and Christmas shopping, maybe even a little decorating. It's all so hard to do on bed rest though :)

Wow, I was rereading yesterdays post and I can't believe the spelling. I don't want to change it though, because it's kind of funny. Anyway, I'm super swollen now and denting. For those of you who don't know what denting is. It is when you can press on your skin and leave an indention. It's really weird to look at. I'll post some pictures tomorrow.

I read about this earlier today, wonder what everyone else thinks about it. http://www.sun-sentinel.com/news/local/southflorida/sfl-1130sprayoncondom,0,1433073.story?coll=sfla-home-headlines
It sounds a little weird to me.

So, I went to my doctors appointment today. I thought it was just to go over my blood work and labs, so I really didn't do anything special for it if you know what I mean... Anyway, I was told to get undressed from the waist down for the group b strep test. I was like what, I don't need that, I'm having a c-section. Oh no, they said, you still have to have it. I was mortified, luckily it has been groomed a little this week, but it's hard to groom what you can't see. So, the midwife (yes, I had to see a midwife b/c the doctor was running 40-45 minutes late. You know though, I honestly like the midwives better and if I didn't have to have a c-section then I wouldn't even bother with the doctors) said that I can go into labor any day! Yippeee! I still have so much work to do though. It kind of scares me to know that in less then four weeks I will be responsible for not one but two children. Yikes! I was scaring Bobby, I told him that the daughters of police officers were almost as bad as ministers daughters. He started freaking out. It was really cute. Speaking of which, Bobby is starting to enjoy his job more. I think he is now focusing on the hero aspects rather than the death risks. Have I mentioned how hot he looks in his uniform. Ohmigod! He looks so freaking hot.
Oh! I totally forgot to mention. The baby is still breech, but get this she isn't even laying vertically. She's laying horizontally and refusing to drop. I'm not sure if this is normal or not, but the midwife said it was weird. Not that it's a big deal with the planned c-section.  I have to go back next week to check everything out again. So, this week I was at the doctors three times and the dentists twice. Next week I have to go to two different doctors appointments and the dentists. Wow! Busy, busy, busy...

So, I went to my emergency dentist appointment today. They were great, really they were, but I forgot to tell them that I am pregnant. SO..... they had to wait for consent from my ob/gyn before they could start. Turns out I need a root canal, but since it is for a capped tooth I have to see a specialist tomorrow. They did give me some pain killers though. Wow, i got a lot accomplished with out pain. It was great. So, to recap I have a dr. appointment tomorrow, lab work, and I have to turn in my 24 hour urine collection (which has been a GIANT pain in the ass). Then I have the root canal. The following day I have another dr. appointment to discuss the labs. On Friday i have to see another dentist for different work. Saturday involves driving 2 1/2 hours to "family day" at my husbands base. Sunday- nothing yet and Monday is the drive to Atlanta for the maternal fetal appointment. To top it all off my feet are so swollen. At least my Bp is down. :)

***** OOOh! i have been working on my knitting and it is really coming along!

So, I have completed most of the things on my "do or die" list. I even did stuff for Bobby. I picked up his badge holder, got the blue and black cop stickers for the cars (those things are expensive, by the way). I dropped off some stuff my friend, on the way to her house I was going to stop by work to see if i could pick up any more shifts. But, it was raining and I figured it would be easier to call later rather than to get K in and out of the car in the rain. Get this, as I was passing work the owner called and asked if i could start covering more shifts. I was like sure. I can't wait to get back into work. I know waiting tables isn't the most glamorous job in the world, but I really love the people I work with, plus I have worked there for over four years, so I know everything and I like making money. Before i got pregnant was working six to seven days a week. i had awesome regulars and not so awesome regulars (ie crazy stalker guy, and sausage pizza guy, who was ok, but he really liked to talk o matter how busy I was). Anyway, when I got pregnant I was always light headed and sick feeling, so I left work, but now I can go back. Sure, I know it's only for a few weeks, and then 6-8 weeks recovery, but I'm ready!! Oh, and have I mentioned that people use to tip me really well because I was just that awesome, but now I get even better tips for being awesome and pregnant? 

Wow, I haven't been on in awhile. Why? I really hate sitting at a desk with my back to my child typing and playing on the computer. It's been a busy week. Monday involved lunch with a friend. Tuesday involved a friend having a baby (the same friend I had lunch with on Monday), and lunch with my MIL and her sister, and voting. Wednesday I was feeling sick (morning sickness) and then drove to the hospital to see the new baby. He was beautiful. I can't wait for Amelia to be born! I also ordered my Christmas cards on Wednesday... or was it Tuesday? Either way, I ordered them early so they should be here soon, then I can mail them out before Thanksgiving. Ok, so now I'm on Thursday. Thursday, I cleaned the house. My BIL flew in to see my husband graduate. My husband GRADUATED the acadamy. He is now officially a FUCKING HOT COP! Wow. We went to his graduation last night and then out to eat. Eating out sucked. Everything looked good, but I had to stick to the healthy not good looking food. Then, to make matters suck even more, Katherine ate the only good part to my meal. I couldn't get mad at her though, b/c hey, she was eating and it was healthy. The graduation was cool. V.V. long though. Katherine was great, she wasn't loud or anything. She did make me feed two dollars into the soda machine so that she could have bottled water and an orange PowerAide. Gross to the PowerAide. Although, I do love the red and green ones.
Today, I have to fax over my blood glucose results. Then K and I have to go to the bank and deposit money. Wahooooo! i might try to clean a little more, but I have been so tired. I think it's because I'm huge now and the bed seems to be getting smaller and smaller with B,K and me sleeping in it. So, I am the one being pushed over the edge not getting any sleep. I think I might move K's bed back to our room. I feel bad putting her in her room to sleep. I don't want her to wake up scared, but I really need sleep and I hate sleeping until 10 or 11. It just makes me tired all day, and I feel like I don't get anything done. I've also been talking to K about when I go to the hospital, trying to get her ready for it. She isn't having it. She's like, I have a scalpel. I can get Amelia out for you. Then you wont have to go. So, I tell her only a doctor can do it and she's like but Mommy, I am a doctor. It's a work in progress. Anyway, hopefully I will be able to post more this week, but don't  hold your breath.

I did it. I drove to Atlanta BY MYSELF. I got lost three times. It wasn't my fault though I blame mapquest and the impatient asshole driving the van behind me as I was trying to read street signs in Atlanta. I made it though. I was, however,  fifteen minutes late. Anyway, I don't think I made a wonderful first impression with this doctor or his staff. First, I called fifteen minutes before my appointment to let them know that I was lost and stuck in traffic. Then I called when I got on fourteenth street to ask if I was going the right way. When I finally made it to the appointment (thank god for valet parking by the way) I was asked for some paperwork that I was suppose to bring. I brought it, but had left it in the car. Then they had trouble verifying my insurance. Have I mentioned that I was their last patient for the day? I'm holding them up on a Friday, I would have hated myself too if I were them.
Anyway, they do an ultrasound and I have to get up not once, but twice to puke. The second time I got up I almost passed out in the hallway. So then they had to finish the ultrasound with me on my side, which was harder for the tech. So, everything looked good. Baby A is up to three pounds and eleven ounces. My placenta has moved and the baby has turned head down. Yay, Yay, Yay. Then I received my dietary guidelines and counceling and then left. They didn't want me to drive myself home, with all the vomiting and stuff, but I assured them I was fine. Plus, I think they were ready for me to leave, so that they could go home too. I was hoping I wouldn't have to go back. Ever. But, I do. In three weeks I get to make that wonderful trip again. At least I'll know where I'm going.