More to come...
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Please Welcome...
Today's the Day
So, we head out to the hospital in a matter of a few hours. I have to be checked in no later than 530am. My hospital bags are packed (have been for the past two weeks now), I'm showered, the girls are cleaned and have clothes set for the day... and I can't sleep. I *want* to sleep, but I am so anxious for this that I keep waking up every hour.
Soon.
I'll be posting a picture with all the stats as soon as I can. :)
Soon.
I'll be posting a picture with all the stats as soon as I can. :)
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
First Session
Lily had her first psychological therapy session today. Because of all the stress we have been under, I have been worried about her mental health and how she is dealing with everything. I try and sit down and talk to her regularly, but there are times when I can't get through to her and she shuts down.
The session this afternoon was pretty simple. Ken just wanted to know what has happened in the past six months, which I explained, as well as how she has handled all of it. He understood my concerns and explained to me that the way she is coping is through her nightmares. We are going to try and help her come out of her shell in the next few sessions to try and get her to verbalize her fears so that we can stop the nightmares and she can deal with her stress in a more healthy way, not all bottled up.
She has another appointment next week. I'm actually excited about this. While sitting there watching her talk to the therapist, playing with random toys, and petting his large retriever, Princess, she was able to express herself without censoring herself. I'm hoping this helps her. I hate knowing that she's under this much stress and has so many fears.
The session this afternoon was pretty simple. Ken just wanted to know what has happened in the past six months, which I explained, as well as how she has handled all of it. He understood my concerns and explained to me that the way she is coping is through her nightmares. We are going to try and help her come out of her shell in the next few sessions to try and get her to verbalize her fears so that we can stop the nightmares and she can deal with her stress in a more healthy way, not all bottled up.
She has another appointment next week. I'm actually excited about this. While sitting there watching her talk to the therapist, playing with random toys, and petting his large retriever, Princess, she was able to express herself without censoring herself. I'm hoping this helps her. I hate knowing that she's under this much stress and has so many fears.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
T-Minus One Week
So, last night/this morning was interesting...
Yesterday afternoon was my 38-week check up with the OBGYN. Everything is as it should be. I'm still closed and long (no dilation, baby still not dropped) and still in a lot of pain. Seeing that I haven't slept in what feels like weeks, my doctor prescribed me vicodin for the pain. The day progresses, I still feel like the plague, so I take my pill and wait.
And wait...
and wait...
The pain gets worse. I had taken a good pain killer and I was still in a crap load of pain. I was horribly uncomfortable and in tears. I couldn't handle it anymore. So, we get to labor and delivery around 11pm and are admitted in to see how things will go. My contractions are mild, but 2 to 3 minutes apart. My scar burns like fire, and I'm super exhausted.
After a couple of hours of monitoring, the nurse hooks me up to an IV, sticks me with a hardcore antihistamine, and leaves me there to see what happens. My contractions get further apart, and I doze off. I still have enough pain to where I holler every ten minutes, but instead of every two, it's every ten, which is nice. A good half gallon of water is pumped into my system by then and I just want to sleep.
After 6 hours of being in L&D, I'm finally released home, told to take another vicodin, and told that my problem was the fact that I was dehydrated. How I became dehydrated, nobody even knows. My husband, even my stepmom-in-law were surprised to find that the problem I have is keeping enough fluids in my system.
I drink my weight in water, but apparently 64 oz of water every day isn't enough. Because of the scar tissue and the constant pull, I have to have *more* fluids in me to deal with my uterus. The husband bought me a large 44 oz cup from the gas station and I'm meant to drink that twice a day. The nurse also suggested I eat foods rich in fluids, like jello, soup, and watermelon for an extra boost.
This pregnancy has not been kind to me. Seriously. I'm very glad that in seven days I'll finally be able to hold my son.
Seven more days.
Yesterday afternoon was my 38-week check up with the OBGYN. Everything is as it should be. I'm still closed and long (no dilation, baby still not dropped) and still in a lot of pain. Seeing that I haven't slept in what feels like weeks, my doctor prescribed me vicodin for the pain. The day progresses, I still feel like the plague, so I take my pill and wait.
And wait...
and wait...
The pain gets worse. I had taken a good pain killer and I was still in a crap load of pain. I was horribly uncomfortable and in tears. I couldn't handle it anymore. So, we get to labor and delivery around 11pm and are admitted in to see how things will go. My contractions are mild, but 2 to 3 minutes apart. My scar burns like fire, and I'm super exhausted.
After a couple of hours of monitoring, the nurse hooks me up to an IV, sticks me with a hardcore antihistamine, and leaves me there to see what happens. My contractions get further apart, and I doze off. I still have enough pain to where I holler every ten minutes, but instead of every two, it's every ten, which is nice. A good half gallon of water is pumped into my system by then and I just want to sleep.
After 6 hours of being in L&D, I'm finally released home, told to take another vicodin, and told that my problem was the fact that I was dehydrated. How I became dehydrated, nobody even knows. My husband, even my stepmom-in-law were surprised to find that the problem I have is keeping enough fluids in my system.
I drink my weight in water, but apparently 64 oz of water every day isn't enough. Because of the scar tissue and the constant pull, I have to have *more* fluids in me to deal with my uterus. The husband bought me a large 44 oz cup from the gas station and I'm meant to drink that twice a day. The nurse also suggested I eat foods rich in fluids, like jello, soup, and watermelon for an extra boost.
This pregnancy has not been kind to me. Seriously. I'm very glad that in seven days I'll finally be able to hold my son.
Seven more days.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
It Feels Neverending
Well, I've been putting Lily's insurance card to work this past month. First, her yearly check up, which gave us referrals to two more doctors. The first referral, her eyes, which proved that she did indeed needed glass (which she wears regularly and looks adorable in.) The second referral, her ears, which showed that while she hears well, she shuts down emotioanlly when stressed and tunes out. That leads me to now.
I got in contact with an old clinic I used to go to when she was a baby. I have an appointment set up with my old psychologist to deal with the stress we are currently going through, and set one up for Lily with one of the child therapists so she can learn to deal with her stress as well.
The past six months have been hard on Lily, and she's been coping to the best of her ability, but she's only 6 and can only understand so much. I'm hoping this will help calm any fears she has, deal with her nightmares, and give her a healthier mental state. She's a smart kid and all of this stress is not good for her; it's not even good for an adult. I hope after a while, she'll be feeling a lot better.
I got in contact with an old clinic I used to go to when she was a baby. I have an appointment set up with my old psychologist to deal with the stress we are currently going through, and set one up for Lily with one of the child therapists so she can learn to deal with her stress as well.
The past six months have been hard on Lily, and she's been coping to the best of her ability, but she's only 6 and can only understand so much. I'm hoping this will help calm any fears she has, deal with her nightmares, and give her a healthier mental state. She's a smart kid and all of this stress is not good for her; it's not even good for an adult. I hope after a while, she'll be feeling a lot better.
T-Minus 2 Weeks
I had my 37 week appointment yesterday and all seems as well as it should be. Though I still considered high risk due to my 3 prior c-sections, they ran a sonnagram of my uterus yesterday to find that it is still very much intact. The burning sensation will continue, but as long as I am not bleeding or bruising I am in the clear.
Dorian is still very much a boy. I asked the ultrsound guy, named Guy, if he could check this far along even though everything is pretty much squished. "Is he still a boy." "Well, it will be a bit of a push this lare in the prgnancy...wait, yep. There it is. I saw his scrotum." :) Have to love my little exhibitionists.
I have my c-section scheduled two weeks from today. I'm so ready to hold my little man.
Dorian is still very much a boy. I asked the ultrsound guy, named Guy, if he could check this far along even though everything is pretty much squished. "Is he still a boy." "Well, it will be a bit of a push this lare in the prgnancy...wait, yep. There it is. I saw his scrotum." :) Have to love my little exhibitionists.
I have my c-section scheduled two weeks from today. I'm so ready to hold my little man.
Monday, January 16, 2012
C-Section Scheduled
It's official. Dorian's arrival has been scheduled for February 7, 2012. So far, I have to be in surgery by 7am, however, due to another OBGYN dog-earing that time, it could change to 12pm if she takes it. I'll know for certain the evening of the 6th. Truthfully, I think this is poor OR management. It should be first-come-first-served and based on procedure, not based on "maybe" the doctor might need it.
Other than that, all is good in the pregnancy. I have nothing coming up with him until he is here, getting seen every week until then, just for them to tell me that I'm larger, heavier, and "it's almost time."
Three more weeks!
Other than that, all is good in the pregnancy. I have nothing coming up with him until he is here, getting seen every week until then, just for them to tell me that I'm larger, heavier, and "it's almost time."
Three more weeks!
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