I have been on bed rest since sometime in the middle of July. This is pretty much how it has been going...
Week One:
I am so glad to not be in the hospital anymore! That was horrible. I am much more comfortable here. I am so glad to know that our little one is not going to have to come too early, even if that means I am to be on bed rest for now. Let's pray we make it to our due date so he is big enough and developed enough. Angel is doing a great job cooking and cleaning.
Week Two:
I am happy that Micah is still growing, we got to have an ultrasound and he is head down and super cute! I am not liking this medicine, it is making me shake so much that I can not even walk to the bathroom. The trips to the doctor are getting to be a bit much, but it is all for the best. Angel has been making the best pancakes.
Week Three:
Off that medicine, no longer feel like death! Maybe I can attend VBS even if I can't direct it. I am getting so much school work done, and stuff with the kids for school. The house is a wreck and we have no clean clothes. We have been eating sandwiches and cereal until Andy gets home. But at least Micah is doing fine and still growing.
Week Four:
I am getting pretty tired of this new medicine. I am now not shaking, it is a constant headache that never lets up. We have been to the hospital for tests so much that I am recognized by most of the staff. the kids have been watching a lot of TV, so at least they are entertained. I am pretty sure the boys have not had a bath in about a week, and there is now no clean clothing. And at least one day this week they ate popcorn for lunch, but Angel did make pancakes for breakfast. We are out of ice cream. Again. At least they like fruit. Will this little one ever get here??
Week Five:
(This has not happened yet, but we are starting week five soon. I am pretty sure this is how it is going to go down...)
I can not take one more episode of a Disney show for the fifteenth time. Even Doctor Who has become irritating. I know, right? We have been existing on pop tarts and popcorn. The boys still have not had a bath. We have no clean clothing, as you can see by the multitude of pictures of David in his undies. The same undies. I can not find the living room floor. There are no clean towels for any of us to shower. Not eating real food cuts down on the amount of dirty dishes, and letting them go naked cuts down on the dirty laundry. Does anyone have any ice cream? Or chocolate? Or both? If they don't do something so I have this baby soon, I am going to die.
Showing posts with label Pregnancy. Show all posts
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Friday, August 3, 2012
Saturday, July 14, 2012
One Thursday Morning
There is not really any pregnancy that has no problems, no uncomfortable days. I know at the beginning of this pregnancy I was super sick. That happens. I had to take the super long glucose test, which turned out exceptional. And there was that day I had heat exhaustion at camp. Pregnant in a heat wave, it happens. So I consider that a relatively normal pregnancy. I had been feeling great, Micah is moving and squirming around, growing like he is supposed to be doing. Nesting set in and I was on a cleaning streak.
On Thursday morning I woke up not feeling quite right. I figured I would switch from mad cleaning to a full day of doing my school work, and maybe treat the kids to a walk for some candy if they let me work in peace. It was not uncomfortably hot, so when I barely made it to the bathroom with super amounts of swelling I was surprised. By the time I got to the kitchen I could not make a fist because my hands were so swollen, and my toes were not. Odd, but so is pregnancy.
I did school for a while, still not feeling well. I decided to lay down on my left side as so commonly told to do in pregnancy. When my mom stopped over my whole face was swollen. I took the kids to Giant Eagle for their snack, and checked my blood pressure. I was high,but the machine was not working correctly so I was not sure. By the time Andy came home my eyes were almost swollen shut.
We headed to our chiropractor appointment, figuring I would check my blood pressure at Walmart and sit on the bench while Andy got groceries for supper. My first reading was cause for concern, and the readings kept creeping up over the time I spent waiting and checking. When it read 170/99 I knew I had to be seen. We stopped to grab food at the closest drive through. By the time we hit Johnstown I was pretty out of it. My head was hurting very bad, I could see thumping spots, and was super sick to my stomach. I was not entirely convinced I would be ok, but we had the kids with us so I did not say too much.
Andy had to drop me off at the ER and go park. I was taken straight up to Labor and Delivery. Andy sat in the waiting room with the kids, keeping in touch by text, until I saw the doctor. I was feeling worse by the minute. The doctor came in, looked at me, and called for a nurse to start the IV. I told Andy, who came in to get a list of what I would need for short stay. As soon as he left to drop of the kids and grab my stuff it got interesting.
The IV nurse came in to do initial blood work and the second the needle hit my arm I been convulsing. She hit an alarm, and nurses came running. The doctor came in. I heard them talking, got a shot, and then was told I had taken a seizure because my blood pressure spiked to 190/110. I was put on a magnesium drip, which made me hot, itchy, and sick. Several times I had to get shots for vomiting, they did blood work every few hours.
After about an hour, the doctor ordered shots to help boost the baby's lungs. If I was not doing better soon they wanted to induce at 33 weeks. I began to cry. Throughout the night my blood pressure was taken every 15 minutes, spiking quite high and then dropping dangerously low. At one point I was told it dropped as low as 88/50, at which point I had another seizure. Then more meds.
I was taken off the magnesium drip after 12 hours. It felt like 12 days. They were running constant blood work, and urinalysis for 24 hours. After coming off the IV I could not walk. I could not stand without shaking. For the first time in my life I was on my knees sobbing for help and had to hit the alarm to call for the nurse.
After a long 24 hours, the tests came back borderline. I was not diagnosed with pre-eclampsia, but with sudden onset pregnancy induced high blood pressure. I was sent home feeling only slightly better than when I arrived. I cried the whole way home. I was terrified to leave the nurses and the consoling fact that if something happened they knew right away. It is about a 45 minute drive, an eternity in an emergency. And yet I so badly wanted to hold my kids. By the time I got to my mothers to pick them up I could hardly move. A splitting headache, swelling beginning, and sick to my stomach. I was ready to go right back to the ER when I could not walk myself to the van. Andy and my Dad had to get me there, after I had to ask for help for the second time that day.
I crawled up to my room. Bed rest until Monday. We have an ultrasound to check the little man's size, and my check up to know what is going on with my blood pressure. It needs to be regulated through my medicine or they will have no choice but to induce early. If today is any indicator, so far the medicine is not working. I can not stand up at all without my blood pressure spiking high enough to effect my ability to walk. Trips to the bathroom are quite an ordeal. There are side effects to both the magnesium and the new medicine I have to take, so hopefully in a few days this will even out.
Please be in prayer for us. As much as I want to meet my little guy, I need him to be safe more. He needs more time, and I need to be okay enough to give it to him. I also need to keep trucking on the cleaning up, my school work, and the fun of preparing for meeting Mr. Micah.
On Thursday morning I woke up not feeling quite right. I figured I would switch from mad cleaning to a full day of doing my school work, and maybe treat the kids to a walk for some candy if they let me work in peace. It was not uncomfortably hot, so when I barely made it to the bathroom with super amounts of swelling I was surprised. By the time I got to the kitchen I could not make a fist because my hands were so swollen, and my toes were not. Odd, but so is pregnancy.
I did school for a while, still not feeling well. I decided to lay down on my left side as so commonly told to do in pregnancy. When my mom stopped over my whole face was swollen. I took the kids to Giant Eagle for their snack, and checked my blood pressure. I was high,but the machine was not working correctly so I was not sure. By the time Andy came home my eyes were almost swollen shut.
We headed to our chiropractor appointment, figuring I would check my blood pressure at Walmart and sit on the bench while Andy got groceries for supper. My first reading was cause for concern, and the readings kept creeping up over the time I spent waiting and checking. When it read 170/99 I knew I had to be seen. We stopped to grab food at the closest drive through. By the time we hit Johnstown I was pretty out of it. My head was hurting very bad, I could see thumping spots, and was super sick to my stomach. I was not entirely convinced I would be ok, but we had the kids with us so I did not say too much.
Andy had to drop me off at the ER and go park. I was taken straight up to Labor and Delivery. Andy sat in the waiting room with the kids, keeping in touch by text, until I saw the doctor. I was feeling worse by the minute. The doctor came in, looked at me, and called for a nurse to start the IV. I told Andy, who came in to get a list of what I would need for short stay. As soon as he left to drop of the kids and grab my stuff it got interesting.
The IV nurse came in to do initial blood work and the second the needle hit my arm I been convulsing. She hit an alarm, and nurses came running. The doctor came in. I heard them talking, got a shot, and then was told I had taken a seizure because my blood pressure spiked to 190/110. I was put on a magnesium drip, which made me hot, itchy, and sick. Several times I had to get shots for vomiting, they did blood work every few hours.
After about an hour, the doctor ordered shots to help boost the baby's lungs. If I was not doing better soon they wanted to induce at 33 weeks. I began to cry. Throughout the night my blood pressure was taken every 15 minutes, spiking quite high and then dropping dangerously low. At one point I was told it dropped as low as 88/50, at which point I had another seizure. Then more meds.
I was taken off the magnesium drip after 12 hours. It felt like 12 days. They were running constant blood work, and urinalysis for 24 hours. After coming off the IV I could not walk. I could not stand without shaking. For the first time in my life I was on my knees sobbing for help and had to hit the alarm to call for the nurse.
After a long 24 hours, the tests came back borderline. I was not diagnosed with pre-eclampsia, but with sudden onset pregnancy induced high blood pressure. I was sent home feeling only slightly better than when I arrived. I cried the whole way home. I was terrified to leave the nurses and the consoling fact that if something happened they knew right away. It is about a 45 minute drive, an eternity in an emergency. And yet I so badly wanted to hold my kids. By the time I got to my mothers to pick them up I could hardly move. A splitting headache, swelling beginning, and sick to my stomach. I was ready to go right back to the ER when I could not walk myself to the van. Andy and my Dad had to get me there, after I had to ask for help for the second time that day.
I crawled up to my room. Bed rest until Monday. We have an ultrasound to check the little man's size, and my check up to know what is going on with my blood pressure. It needs to be regulated through my medicine or they will have no choice but to induce early. If today is any indicator, so far the medicine is not working. I can not stand up at all without my blood pressure spiking high enough to effect my ability to walk. Trips to the bathroom are quite an ordeal. There are side effects to both the magnesium and the new medicine I have to take, so hopefully in a few days this will even out.
Please be in prayer for us. As much as I want to meet my little guy, I need him to be safe more. He needs more time, and I need to be okay enough to give it to him. I also need to keep trucking on the cleaning up, my school work, and the fun of preparing for meeting Mr. Micah.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Nesting; Not Just for the Birds
I walked into our bathroom today, for the millionth time, and decided that I simply could not leave until it was clean. I scrubbed the shower, the sink, the toilet, rearranged the shelves, wiped the mirror, cleaned the window, and took the curtians to the wash. I swept and scrubbed the floor.
As I was busy, Isaac and Faith kept sneaking up on me. I think they wanted to ask me something. They just stared. A few minutes later, David pops in. He asked why I am cleaning the bathroom, thinking that I must have thrown up, and this should tell you how often I scrub down our rooms.
Soon Angel peeks in, and checks back with the other kids. The conversation has me cracking up as I am scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees because that is the only way I was convinced it was clean.
Angel walks back to the living room and this is basically what she said:
"I do not think she is sick guys. Remember yesterday when she had us put away all the laundry and explained that sometimes pregnant women need to clean? I am pretty sure that is what is happening. You see, I have seen her pregnant many times before, and everytime it is different. It can be scary, but if she is doing something you have a few choices. Offer to help, but only if you mean it. Stay far away until she calls for you then hurry it up to get there. Bring her water and tell her you love her. Never drink the last Pepsi or eat the last chocolate. And remember, it is almost August."
So apparently the nesting bug has hit me hard, and for the first time. I went for me daily after lunch ice cream and cleaned out the freezer. I was going to make coffee, but never got around to it because I simply had to do the dishes first. I could not stop at washing the bathroom curtians, I had to fill the load so I put in the living room and den curtians as well. Which meant that I am now taking a short break from cleaning those rooms as the kids play checkers. Before I scare them too badly I better send them outside to splash in the yard. And I have to hang in there, after all, it is almost August.
As I was busy, Isaac and Faith kept sneaking up on me. I think they wanted to ask me something. They just stared. A few minutes later, David pops in. He asked why I am cleaning the bathroom, thinking that I must have thrown up, and this should tell you how often I scrub down our rooms.
Soon Angel peeks in, and checks back with the other kids. The conversation has me cracking up as I am scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees because that is the only way I was convinced it was clean.
Angel walks back to the living room and this is basically what she said:
"I do not think she is sick guys. Remember yesterday when she had us put away all the laundry and explained that sometimes pregnant women need to clean? I am pretty sure that is what is happening. You see, I have seen her pregnant many times before, and everytime it is different. It can be scary, but if she is doing something you have a few choices. Offer to help, but only if you mean it. Stay far away until she calls for you then hurry it up to get there. Bring her water and tell her you love her. Never drink the last Pepsi or eat the last chocolate. And remember, it is almost August."
So apparently the nesting bug has hit me hard, and for the first time. I went for me daily after lunch ice cream and cleaned out the freezer. I was going to make coffee, but never got around to it because I simply had to do the dishes first. I could not stop at washing the bathroom curtians, I had to fill the load so I put in the living room and den curtians as well. Which meant that I am now taking a short break from cleaning those rooms as the kids play checkers. Before I scare them too badly I better send them outside to splash in the yard. And I have to hang in there, after all, it is almost August.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
It's a...
Yesterday we went to the doctor. All of us. It was my ultrasound appointment. Andy took off the day to take us all. We all needed the reassurance of seeing our sweet baby, knowing that everything was going to be fine. And we were all dying to know if we were getting a little boy or girl.
The ultrasound tech said boy, and the boys were quite happy. Isaac was grinning ear to ear. David gave a "YES". The girls were less excited. Angel said it did not matter to her, she wanted a girl, but really is excited that there will be another baby. Faith had the best reaction. She waited until everyone else left the room. It was just me and her. She looked at me and said: "I wanted a girl. But it is a boy. That must be God's plan. I know boys are here for a purpose, but I just don't know what that is yet."
We are going to prepare for another boy. Praying for a healthy baby, a safe delivery, and many wonderful years!
The ultrasound tech said boy, and the boys were quite happy. Isaac was grinning ear to ear. David gave a "YES". The girls were less excited. Angel said it did not matter to her, she wanted a girl, but really is excited that there will be another baby. Faith had the best reaction. She waited until everyone else left the room. It was just me and her. She looked at me and said: "I wanted a girl. But it is a boy. That must be God's plan. I know boys are here for a purpose, but I just don't know what that is yet."
We are going to prepare for another boy. Praying for a healthy baby, a safe delivery, and many wonderful years!
Friday, March 30, 2012
Lime and Lime Again!
Aside from being older and wiser (HA!), this pregnancy has been different for me in many ways. I was super sick, had odd problems that have never occurred before, and my belly popped out like a beach ball before I even told anyone that I was expecting. I can deal with the odd things, like my feet are freezing, I have to take more medicine than I have ever taken before, and I want to eat something really bad until I get it and it makes me sick to look at it. But for the past few weeks, it has gotten even more weird.
I want to eat a lime. Never mind that I have never eaten a lime before. Ever. Or that I am not even sure I know what a lime tastes like. Every night around bedtime I get this craving that will not go away. For limes. I don't even know what I would do with a lime if I had one. Slice it up and put it in my water? Peel it and eat it? Cook with it? Garnish something? Seriously, no idea.
Last night it was so bad that I went online to find recipes with limes. I found a garlic lime chicken over rice. I had to send my poor husband to the store for lime juice. It was good, and yet, the craving remains. I have tried to drink a bit of lemon lime soda, but after only water forever any soda tastes super sweet. I made lime jello. Did not quench the craving. And I did not like it. As I said, I am not even sure I like lime. I am thinking that I don't.
There really is not point to this, aside from letting you all know how odd I am right now. Well, that, and I am not sure how long my husband will last if I keep waking him up after midnight to tell him that I want a lime, only to have him text me the next day to see if he should stop for one and I say no. The craving is gone by morning, only to return at bedtime and haunt me all night long. So, perhaps you can shoot me an email with lime recipes that I can try. Or I may resort to drinking the lime juice in that tiny green bottle that is now in my fridge...
I want to eat a lime. Never mind that I have never eaten a lime before. Ever. Or that I am not even sure I know what a lime tastes like. Every night around bedtime I get this craving that will not go away. For limes. I don't even know what I would do with a lime if I had one. Slice it up and put it in my water? Peel it and eat it? Cook with it? Garnish something? Seriously, no idea.
Last night it was so bad that I went online to find recipes with limes. I found a garlic lime chicken over rice. I had to send my poor husband to the store for lime juice. It was good, and yet, the craving remains. I have tried to drink a bit of lemon lime soda, but after only water forever any soda tastes super sweet. I made lime jello. Did not quench the craving. And I did not like it. As I said, I am not even sure I like lime. I am thinking that I don't.
There really is not point to this, aside from letting you all know how odd I am right now. Well, that, and I am not sure how long my husband will last if I keep waking him up after midnight to tell him that I want a lime, only to have him text me the next day to see if he should stop for one and I say no. The craving is gone by morning, only to return at bedtime and haunt me all night long. So, perhaps you can shoot me an email with lime recipes that I can try. Or I may resort to drinking the lime juice in that tiny green bottle that is now in my fridge...
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