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).