Hubster works for the state and we have some pretty awesome insurance benefits…or so I thought. All of our preventative care is covered, we have a pretty low deductible, and a great coinsurance rate. I’ve discovered that not everything is rainbows and butterflies – we just got a heaping dose of that stuff that hits the fan.
Tuesday marked another day spent at Children’s Hospital of Wisconsin. We started the morning in ENT, where we discussed the neck x-ray that had revealed enlarged tonsils and adenoids. The second appointment involved a GI nurse burning off granulation tissue around C’s g-tube. He’s been through that process more times than I can remember but, as you might imagine, having your skin burned off is highly unpleasant. I’m pretty sure every child in the waiting room was thinking, “DON’T TAKE ME IN THERE!” Our day ended with the feeding team psychologist. We were given more suggestions and tips about how to encourage C’s exploration of different varieties of food.
I know that I haven’t updated you all on how C’s visit with the Children’s Hospital of Wisconsin feeding team went. In reality, it went better than expected; however, C’s behavior/meltdowns/outbursts continue to get worse and I’m just trying to survive day by day. One thing that happened at that appointment was the ordering of a neck x-ray to check the size of his adenoids and tonsils.
A friend of mine posted these words for me today as I prepared for C’s follow-up appointment with the GI doctor:
Just remember there is no more powerful force in the world than a mother fighting for their kid. You might feel defeated or like there are no other options, but you’ve gotten this far. Keep pushing!
I’m sure every mother whose child goes through health issues comes to this crossroads. The “It’s Not Fair” crossroads is inevitable when you’re seeing your child in numerous doctor’s offices, hospital rooms and coming out of anesthesia. Because it’s not fair. No child should have to visit a hospital. My child should not need a tube surgically placed into his stomach in order to receive nourishment.
C turned 18 months this week (update on that to come!), and that means he had to go to the doctor for his 18-month well-child visit. It went…okay.
He’s weighing in at just under 20 pounds and has dropped back into the 5th percentile for weight. The doctor recommended we see a nutritionist to talk about strategies to get him to eat more calories and/or types of food.
So, if you haven’t heard…Hubster and I are starting to think about trying for Baby Deuce. Since I’ll be at high risk for experiencing another postpartum mood disorder, I want to be as prepared as possible before becoming pregnant. I’ve been working on building my “team.”
All of the pregnancy books tell you to come up with a birth plan so that you know exactly what you want to do when the time comes.
I’ll admit, the thought of a birth plan was a little daunting to me. This was my first pregnancy and I had no idea what to expect from a labor and delivery experience. I was afraid to plan it all out because that meant I had to really think about it ahead of time. My doctor asked me about it during one of my late third trimester appointments. When I said I didn’t really have one, but I knew I wanted an epidural, she just chuckled and said it was probably a good thing. The people who come in with a three-page birth plan, for example, are often disappointed because things never seem to go exactly as planned.
Our son has arrived! Labor and delivery definitely didn’t turn out as I had expected or hoped for. The recovery process is going to be way longer than I wanted, but our beautiful baby boy is here and he’s perfect in every way. I can’t believe how cute he is. And it’s crazy to think that we MADE him.
Major TMI alert…if you don’t want to know the details, just know that I’m in early labor but was sent home from the hospital.
If you’re still reading, here goes…
I’ve had spotting since last Thursday, which is a bit concerning for a pregnant woman! When I saw my OB on Friday, she said that it was probably from my cervix dilating and I didn’t have to worry about it as long as it continued to be spotting and didn’t get any heavier or redder. Well, last night it definitely got heavier. When I woke up this morning, I noticed that there were also some clots. RED FLAG! I was pretty freaked out. It was 7am and I had gotten up early to get ready for my 9:45am doctor appointment (where I was hoping to schedule an induction for next week, since I’m overdue).
I’ve never been a patient person. Waiting for labor is driving me completely insane. I am now convinced (illogically, I admit) that Baby C is NEVER. COMING. OUT. Good thing I didn’t get my hopes up yesterday when they told me I was probably dilating and labor would come soon…I had my appointment today and there was absolutely no change. I’m still at 2.5cm. His head is as low as it can get, so it’s no surprise that I feel like I’m holding a bowling ball in between my legs.
Had to call the doctor today due to some spotting with cramping and they said that I’m probably dilating and labor will be coming soon. I have to say, I’ve heard that before and I am not getting my hopes up. I really wish my doctor hadn’t told me about a month ago that she thought I’d be early. I’m five days away from my due date (and I’ve passed the date that should really be my due date), and I’m starting to feel like we’ll have to go through an induction and smoke this baby out!
After a few days of a cough, sore throat and sinus pain/pressure progressively getting worse, I trekked to Urgent Care today to see what was up. Turns out there’s an 80% chance it’s viral, but since I’m so close to labor and this is rendering me completely exhausted, the doctor prescribed an antibiotic to be safe. Now I have an antibiotic for a UTI and an antibiotic for whatever might be settling in my lungs. I can’t catch a break in the final few weeks of this pregnancy!
This evening, I had to pick up a prescription for a UTI. Since these infections are very common during pregnancy, I wanted to share my cautionary tale with you.
I read the warning label when I got home and noticed that this particular drug is not recommended for use in pregnant women who are at term (38-42 weeks). While my OBGYN obviously knows that I’m at term, I called the pharmacist because the warning made me uncomfortable. He looked it up to double check and told me not to take it. He said he’s never seen it prescribed in women after 36 weeks, even though it is a common drug for use in early pregnancy. He told me to call my doctor in the morning and see if there’s a specific reason she prescribed this drug and if there is something else she could have me take.
For those who are curious how my 38-week appointment went today…
On Sunday, I had contractions that were 6 minutes apart for 8 hours, then they stopped. Since then, I’ve been woken up in the middle of the night with contractions 4 minutes apart for one hour, then they always stop. The good news is that these contractions are at least making a little progress. I am now dilated 2.5 cm.
Some of you may know that two weeks ago, my doctor ordered an ultrasound because Baby C was measuring rather large. (more about that here) I was terrified (as I have been since I first found out I was pregnant) that I would end up birthing a 10-pound baby. Vaginally. The horror!
At about 1:00 this morning, I suddenly had menstrual cramps and low back pain reminiscent of a bad period. I was already laying in bed, so I figured I’d just keep trying to fall asleep and maybe they’d go away. An hour later, they still were bad and keeping me awake so I decided to call my clinic’s 24-hour nurse line. Their concern scared me a bit and they gave me the number of the birth center at the local hospital. The nurse that I spoke with really freaked me out when she said that her gut reaction is that I need to come in immediately, but that I should consult the OBGYN on-call before doing so. I was patched through to her shortly after 2am and she instructed me to drink lots of water and lay down to see if it would go away. If it didn’t, I would need to come into the hospital.
For several months, we were uber excited to have NYE plans with some of our bestest of friends. It would be about 5 months since we’d last seen them, and the hubster and I have no plans to make the long haul back to visit before the baby is born…so it would probably be another 6 months before we would see them again.
So luckily, my worst nightmare didn’t come true… I’ve only gained three pounds total since getting pregnant. That technically means I’m still down two, because I lost weight during my first trimester from hell. (Background: about 95% of the time, it was nearly impossible to eat or drink anything until my doctor finally prescribed Zofran in my 12th week. I was too busy gagging and dry heaving to get any food or liquids into my system.) That was a relief!
Going back to body image, this is what I have nightmares about before my appointments with my OBGYN: “Little Mama Jama, you gained 10 pounds since your last appointment. That was only four weeks ago. You need to seriously slow it down before you blow up like a big fat balloon!”