15 October 2008

Aaron Izaak

Life is full.

Her Story:
Prior to Aaron's arrival, the week was marked by quite a lot going on. We had a friend of mine and her 2 1/2 year old son staying with us as she was relocating to the area for a job. We were also still dealing with repercussions of Bill being in a nursing home and how to handle his care. Thursday night was pretty restless as I was trying to figure it all out. I rolled over and it was pretty painful and by 5 am I was wide awake. Steven was up and getting ready for work when I felt my water break (7:23 am). I scrambled out of bed as Steven gathered up towels for me - a remarkable amount of fluid. I called the doctor and waited for the on-call doctor to call me back. The CNM said to come right in.

Now in preparation for this day, I started to pack a bag. Did it actually help? Not really since most of the items I would need couldn't be packed until that day. So we rushed to call my father-in-law and my friend Kristi, who graciously volunteered to take Zofia off our hands while I was in the hospital. As I got Zofia up and dressed, Steven emailed work to let them know as well as took out a car seat to give to Kristi for the duration. My friend Susan and my father-in-law Frank got Zofia fed and helped pack her bag for Kristi's house. Very little time and contractions were starting.... oh man, I wonder how quick this will be... Steven we have to go NOW.

We get in the car at approximately 8:10 (it took us an hour to get it together?!) and my contractions were 4 minutes apart and less than 1 minute in length (was that good or bad, wish I read the Bradley book more!). Now, anyone not familiar with the DC-Metro area will not quite appreciate the time of day and traffic in the area. Our hospital is off I-395 at Seminary. 395 CRAWLS during rush hour. Steven navigated some shoulders, spied a cop and TRIED to get a ticket, and we made it to the hospital around 8:30.

Now try to imagine walking through the hospital with contractions and a HUGE wad of towels between your legs - not a pretty sight but hilarious just the same. We checked in at the Labor & Delivery desk and there was another woman whose water had broken. The nurse said "water broken, breech, multiparous - you win!". So off we go to a room to confirm the breech and dilation. The sono confirmed the head was up and now it was time to check my dilation. The nurse said "I bet 6-7" while the midwife from my doctor's office checked - fully dilated and she could feel the feet. We were now prepping for a C-section. The anesthesiologist came in and said we'd start with an epidural and if that didn't work we'd go under general. Steven was handed his OR clothes and I was whisked away with no idea where he was.

His Story:
I expected to follow, so I quickly hopped into my overalls(bunny suit as the staff later called it) and grabbed everything in the room not wanting to let Anne get to far ahead. Hurrying down the hall to catch up, I am diverted to a waiting room. Huh? This is moving quick, I want to be with my wife, you have to wait 10-15 minutes while we get her prepped(basically start the epidural). First time, oh, be more like 20 minutes. Great, Good Morning DC for my experience. Stay calm, update dad to make the time go. Okay, the time is still going(Good Morning DC runs a live clock). Well over 15 minutes, over 20? seems like it.

Her Story:
I was prepped for the epidural (relax your shoulders, pinch, pinch, pinch - 3 needles? man. Can she wait until AFTER this contraction). Feel anything yet? tingling? nope. Catheter? what? I wonder when I can see Steven and try not to panic - reminds me of the ridiculous movies. The nurse goes to put in the catheter and the epidural is still not working (ouch), a coughing spell and "oh I see feet". crap. They prick my belly - feel that? yes ouch. "No time to wait for it to kick in, you're going under" "put your arms here" (strapped down)....nighty night.

His Story:
Was that a baby crying. A sense it is mine, no, can't be, lots of rooms on this hall. There were chairs, I did laps. Okay, 20 minutes has definitely passed. Here come nurses. Congratulations, you have a healthy baby. Things were going too quickly, sorry we couldn't bring you back, had to go with general anesthesia. The baby is healthy, gave a good loud cry. Mom is doing well. "What do I have? Boy or Girl?" Oh, I think a girl, let me think. As they lifted the baby it passed in front of me. Yes, a girl, but don't hold me to it. "Really?"(Anne was so sure it was a boy runs through my head) The attending baby nurse is walking up at that very moment and hears us - "You have a boy, he looks great..." and I am given the details of the cough. You have to wait for the anesthesia to wear off before you can see your wife and baby. Usually takes about a half hour, maybe 40 minutes. You probably only have 20 minutes left. "I guess I can take this suit off?" Yes, you can get out of your bunny suit. More Good Morning DC, laps, and now I am watching that clock and the door. Did you know Paul Stanley paints more than his face? Now I know he paints and why he painted his face. This is my birthing experience? Everything is fine, we have a boy and I do laps. Its been a half hour.

Her Story:
"Anne? Anne?" wow I slept great! "you have a boy" A moment of lucidity. APGARS? "9's, he came out crying". Thank God.

His Story:
The baby nurse comes over and tells me it won't be long. Finally Anne is coming down the hall. As she goes by, I see a little baby swaddled between her legs. As she went by I was able to go with them and they gave me the statistics: weight, length, APGAR. We are put into a labor and delivery room until a room was available in maternity/ob-gyn. The surgeon gave me the run-down and how things had to move quickly and couldn't let me come back. Oh and you may not notice it but we knicked his butt. The anesthesiologist and the nurse were telling me how impressed they were with how calm Anne stayed through the whole experience, most women get hysterical and are screaming and crying (their words). Great patient, great baby, great delivery - he popped right out.

04 September 2008

Here we go again!

I took my 3 hr OGTT on Saturday and failed. For the 3-hr test, you fast for 12 hours then drink 100gm of sugar. I will argue, again, that it is INSANE to think that someone will consume that large amount of sugar in 5 minutes and then do absolutely nothing.

So I'm back to having to check my blood sugars and ketones. Of course, my glucometer doesn't work so I had to get a new one. My doctor mentioned that the baby is in the 90th percentile (as compared to Zofia at 50% 3 weeks older). Of course the concern over C-section was raised. I'm trying to figure out how to follow the Dr Brewer's Diet and keep my carbs in check - this time I think I can manage it (if only my sweet tooth would comply!)

Then to top it off, my doctor also mentioned yesterday that he's leaving the practice!! ARGH!

07 August 2008

26 weeks, 14 more to go!

Yesterday I took yet another glucose test. I was a little miffed when my doctor said I needed to take another one, considering the first one was just fine. But he said it's the one in the last trimester that "counts" and "sorry you didn't know, I thought I mentioned it". Obviously if he had mentioned it I would have bargained with him to only take the one "for record" - he knows me too well. I also had to do a 24-hr collection to test for proteins, just in case. Wish me luck!

14 July 2008

Eenie Weenie redux

We have a new addition arriving in November! I'm about 23 weeks and so far things have been going well. We decided to leave the gender an unknown again - as my friend Teri says "there are so little surprises left in the world".

We met with the perinatal radiologist a few weeks ago for a consultation given all the problems I had with Zofia. Dr Ghudini was optimistic that there was no need for any intervention/precautions at this point and to see them at 36 weeks for NST's. I took my diabetes test the other week and have not heard from my doctor - so I figure no news is good news! This kiddo is definitely more active than Z was during sonos. Z was always sleeping except after dinner, however this one is active all day long.

I am on a 3-yr leave of absence from work to ensure, as much as possible, that I have a healthier pregnancy this time around - wish me luck!

Here is the sono at 10 weeks:
upside down @ 13 weeks:
20 weeks:


21 May 2007

Zofia

19 May 2007

a month to one day

Today our baby was to be one day old, instead we are celebrating Zofia's one month birthday with a bath, cupcakes and of course - MILK.

After feeling like our plans were evaporating and trying to come to terms with a birth opposite to our vision. Our last bit of faith was answered. Weeks of trying to "buy" one more week from the doctors in hopes of a healthy baby and natural birth suddenly came to fruition. My only prayer was for Anne and baby's health. My unspoken, almost unthought, belief was that we would have a girl of her own arrival.

We truly have been blessed.

it's Official: Anne's a speedster...

...she delivers like she drives

"Speedsters skip the beginning emotional signpost along with the accompanying easy contractions. Quick birthers frequently get right down to work - no fooling around."
Susan McCutcheon: Natural Childbirth the Bradley Way

We crossed week 36. The doctor gave us to week 37 and the challenge will be keeping bored insanity at bay and the anxiety of "is everything okay?" from wearing any further. We were between tests and there was a satisfaction in going 4 weeks past what the doctors expected. Let's relax for the weekend. A Smoothie run!
After pushing all week to try to have the house(okay, I had reached the point where I was just hoping to have the nursery ready) ready just in case, I relax with the thought of 1 more week(maybe I can stretch to cleaning the house too, even laundry). So I set off to see Anne a little early, expecting to be there well before her 5:00 dinner tray. Friday DC traffic says otherwise and I make it to her at 6:30 Smoothies in hand. We catch up on our same old story days.
Instead of another night of TV or games, I hop into bed with Anne and we watch "O Brother, Where Art Thou" on the laptop. Our favorite movie and impossible not to feel lighter and nourished after watching. Suzie is back on for the night shift. It is nice to see her again and we chat for a bit. It's a slow night and I offer the movie if the nurses are getting bored. I stay until around 12:00 and get ready to head home. We are feeling good - numbers are good, baby is good - we aren't hanging on the next test results. All the nurses are at the nurses' station as I leave, and I stop when I see Charlie. I comment about the slow night and Charlie says "It's still early." I tell them to enjoy the break while they can and they buzz me out of Labor and Delivery.
Home and settling into bed by 1:00. I'll scrub the nursery floor and set up the furniture tomorrow. Asleep by 1:30. 3:30 the phone rings -

"My water broke."
"Oh no..." with an unexpected quaver(this means they will induce, no options)
"Are the contractions starting?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to come in now?" (did this question come out of my mouth? I am thinking of the birthing stories where the woman cleans house and bakes cookies during her early labor, I am tired. I am a lout)
"Yes."
"Okay, I will be there soon."
And it hits me. Why the hesitation? I haven't thought about this part, I am unprepared. Anne and I never talked about going to the hospital, going into labor. We didn't want to jinx what hope we had for a natural birth. And now, suddenly, miraculously, our vision is about to happen. IT HITS ME. I am preparing to go to the birth of our child!
What do I need to take? What was all the stuff they went over in class? What am I going to wear? My brain is trying to think way too much.

Luckily, most of what Anne needed was already at the hospital. The one thing I knew I had to take were our two books from the Bradley Classes. With 10-14 hours of labor coming I might be able to stay a page ahead. After a month of reading up and becoming an expert on pre-eclampsia, the natural birth pieces fell out of my head. I spun around and around the house and in my head. I was going to the birth of our baby, I need to get out of here. I throw the camera, books and power bars into the computer bag and head out. Fly down the highway, in through Emergency for after hours admission and the happiest, briskest walk I have made through the halls I just got to know so well.

I am buzzed back into Labor and Delivery 4 hours after leaving. Anne is okay, she is relaxed, Suzie has already given Anne an IV(the doctor had missed a test and they needed to give Anne antibiotics as a precaution) and is clearing the monitors to take Anne to a delivery room. Contractions are about 4 to 3:30 minutes apart, not too strong yet(but isn't that kinda close, I can't remember). I start packing the months accumulation to take with us(Anne wisely had been sending things home with me for the past week). Anne is packed and Suzie is back with a wheelchair to take her to delivery, goodbye cell.

Into the delivery room and we are greeted by Charlie, "This is so great." She is absolutely thrilled to see us coming in for a natural birth. We are happy to have a familiar face to start our journey into parenthood. Charlie hooks up the monitors, contractions are running 3:30 minutes apart and up in strength. Baby is looking good. Charlie gets us settled in and regrets she will miss the delivery. She is happy with the baby's heart rate and gives us the okay to plug and unplug Anne(a useful skill we picked up from the nurses) if she needs to go the bathroom or just get up and walk. She leaves us to labor away.

I have pulled out the Bradley workbook and opened to the chart on the stages of labor. Things are still calm enough to pull out a grapefruit for breakfast. Anne has a slice or two, I manage about half between reading and massaging Anne to help her relax. The contractions are picking up in pace and strength. It is becoming clear Anne is having back labor. I apply pressure and Charlie brings hot packs. I look at the book and figure Anne is well into the First Stage. The back pain is intensifying. Charlie suggests the rocker and we help Anne into it. Contractions are picking up, Anne has to pee. I disconnect the monitors and off to the toilet. The contractions are under 2 minutes apart now and strong. Anne must be getting lots of work done. The toilet is comfortable and we stay in the bathroom for a bit. Shift change, Charlie comes in to check on us and pass us to Tiffany(a slight disappointment in going into the last stretch with a stranger). We say hello from the bathroom and Anne is ready to lay down again for a bit. Anne is struggling, the contractions are mounting, a little doubt is entering her mind. I don't know if i can take another 10 hours of this. I tell her to focus on each contraction and don't think about the contractions to come(she is having productive contractions, I can't see 10 hours at this rate). Anne asks Tiffany to check her dilation. Tiffany is reluctant since Anne's water has broken and infection is a concern. Please check, okay, 5cm, halfway there. It's 7:30 and the contractions ease slightly, it is nice to have the monitor so I know what is happening inside Anne and can predict when she'll need pressure(monitor reading was another skill learned over the past month). I call my dad to let him know. A big contraction and a little more doubt(could we be in transition already?). Tiffany experienced back labor herself, she suggests for Anne to stand for a while and lean on the bed while I keep pressure on her back. A huge improvement - Thank You Tiffany. Happy with the babies heart rates, Tiffany removes the monitors from Anne. Ahhh, a little more natural. To ease the pain, Tiffany plans to start a warm shower as soon as the antibiotics are through the IV. Anne is able to roll with the contractions, but they are still really strong. And now a strong sensation to poop and push. Tiffany assures that it is natural and you will know when the real push signal comes. Time for another pee - off to the toilet. The contractions are coming fast, she doesn't even have time to stand much less make it back to the bed.

Anne wants Tiffany to check her again before we start the shower, she really feels like she needs to push. Tiffany is reluctant, it is still early. Anne is certain she wants to be checked and Tiffany agrees. We get her into bed. "I can feel the baby's head, 10cm, you're ready." Second Stage. Tiffany shows how Anne needs to be positioned and has me hold Anne's right leg as she holds the left and counts for Anne to push. Tiffany goes to call for doctor Fracasso and call for the nursing team. I pick up holding Anne's legs and counting off. Tiffany returns and gives me a "good job dad." Another check and the baby's head is right there(that's my baby, her head looks like a collapsed oragami balloon, is that okay?, OUR BABY IS HERE!) Tiffany calls for the OB on call.

Tiffany and I keep coaching Anne and try to slow her up. I have to step aside to make room for another stranger, the OB on call. Her comes the head, looking more round now. Here comes a little bit of an ear. Try not to push. Here comes the other ear. Try not to push. Here comes the nose, face, chin, baby - DONE. It's a girl and she has just leapt into the world.

We never got to a birth plan. There were pieces, but we didn't know what to expect with induction and pre-maturity. I figured we'd put it together before induction. Too late. They clamped the cord and gave me the sicissors to cut the cord, but... And our baby is wisked off to the baby station and a team hovers over her and checks her out and does their thing. Comments of: she is long, she is active, she looks like a little ballerina, she looks good. Dr. Fracasso arrives. He missed the birth of the baby, but will deliver the placenta. The placenta isn't coming easily.

They bring the baby over toward the foot of the bed to weigh her. "Do you have a camera?"(Oh yeah, pictures). I take a couple of her on the scale and am too stunned to take anymore. 6lbs 2oz, a girl, Zofia.

I remind Dr. Fracasso there are two lobes. He sort of gives me a so what and patiently eases out the placenta. He then picks it up to check for the two lobes and discovers a tenuous connection between the umbilical cord and the vessel connecting the two lobes. The source of the pre-eclampsia. Anne has a little tear from the speedy delivery. I look to see, is it bad? I can't tell. Will she be okay, is this bad? Seems to be minor, the doctor says he will call it a second degree. Is this minor? He calmly starts stitching, it doesn't seem so bad. I am watching. I haven't had sleep and have only managed half a grapefruit and a Balance Bar all morning. I better sit down. The nurses commend me on sitting, apparently many dad's end up dropping.

Zofia is fully healthy, they wrap her up and leave her with us. We have at least an hour with her alone in our room. We are finally parents and it is amazingly peaceful.

Smoothie King Saved My Baby

Yes, Smoothie King! Okay, not just Smoothie King, thanks also go to Five Guys and Burger King. Thank you Dr. Brewer for the Brewer's Diet and Wendy for a well timed reminder of the importance to keep up the Protein however we needed to do it. After Anne lost 4 pounds (on bed rest!) and all the testing started to show more things touching the "danger" line, it became clear: diet was at the center of things and we needed to get more proactive. Whopper Jr. took the first response. I brought Anne one in contraband. Then Joel and Jess visited from Vermont and smuggled in a burger from Dairy Queen.

Reinforcement came with a phone call to our Bradley Method instructor, Wendy. I needed to let her know we would be missing the rest of the classes and wanted her insight on what we could expect from induction(was natural child birth still in our cards?) She had experience with natural child birth after induction, but all with later term pregnancies. Hope was on the ropes, but we kept talking and she turned back to the more holistic and what were we doing to keep Anne and baby healthy. Focus on the condition of mother and baby, make decisions based on what is, not what might be. She iterated from class and brought up nutrition and especially protein - anyway possible. Ah, validation of our foray into diet enhancement. Now it was time to get serious. The doctor said induction next week and we needed to improve the next set of tests to push it back. A burger from Five Guys and then research on the Internet. Research confirmed the effect of protein on pre-eclampsia and Anne found a high-protein Smoothie King banana smoothie. My routine now involved a trip to the Pentagon Row Smoothie King on the way to see Anne every evening and, fortuitously, I even indulged in one the Friday of making week 36.

The net result was: an unhappy doctor having to concede to allowing us another week; happy nurses who supported us on waiting; a strong mother and baby going into week 37.

watching and waiting, waiting and counting

The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part

Tom Petty


Week 21 - the watching begins with the discovery of a low lying placenta and a second placental lobe. the lobes appear to be connected by an artery possibly lying across the cervix. any rupture and all the blood drains away from the baby. pelvic rest and wait. "make an appointment with a new doctor in a month."

Week 25 - the waiting ends a month later as we learn that the placentas have risen up in the uterus with one in the front and one in the back. the blood vessel attaching the lobes is tight to the uterine wall and risk of baby snagging it is negligible. everything looks good. "we'll have you come back in a month to be sure."

Week 29 - we meet with a new doctor for the follow up. "it has been explained to you why we are watching you, i hope." well, we know there are two lobes and you're keeping an eye on them and we need to make sure both come out at delivery. we get the rest of the story. depending on whether the umbilical cord is attached to the healthy lobe or not(in order to have two the first had to not be attached to a fertile area and so growth moved to a healthy area) the growth of the baby may be compromised as the growth accelerates in the later months. he checks the baby and looks for the umbilical cord attachment. the baby looks great, lips puckered out(a raspberry for all this fuss). he cannot find where the umbilical cord attaches to the placenta, just a really long cord. "baby looks good, see you in a month."

Week 30 - the watch steps up. anne fails a test and is diagnosed with gestational diabetes. we are working with anne's regular OB's partner and her nurse. so now Anne is basically being seen by four doctor's - a male/female(fracasso/selgado) OB and a female/male(poggi/ghidini) perinatal radiologist. the nurse tells anne to make an appointment immediately with INOVA diabetes center and also with an endocrinologist. another doctor? why? anne and baby are fine. anne is only home on fridays at this point, so she gets into the diabetes center. a class and a device to self monitor her blood sugar. "keep a log of your levels(four times a day) and see you in a week."

Week 31 - the numbers have been fine. why the endocrinologist? anne does not make an appointment. a consultation at the diabetes center and confirmation that everything is fine. the "diabetes" is easily controlled by diet and exercise(pretty much anne's normal diet and exercise). the nurse has no explanation for why the need to see an endocrinologist. "just keep monitoring your blood sugar."

Week 32 - anne only has one week of travel left and then we start our final preparations for the baby. the blood sugar has been fine. anne always has elevated blood pressure at the doctor's office(white coat syndrome) so she checks it at home with her own blood pressure cuff to be sure it isn't elevated. it has been creeping up this week. probably the stress of her project and traveling. one week and then relax. and then the mucous plug makes its appearance. a call to dr. selgado and she tells us to come into the hospital for monitoring and more tests. our hospital tour is scheduled for today. we get a more up close tour than expected. anne checks into labor and delivery and we are placed in a delivery room. microphones are placed on anne's belly(ah, this is fetal monitoring) and they start tracking the baby's heart rate and anne's contractions. contractions? she could be in pre-term labor. ohh! blood is drawn. and drawn. and drawn. and drawn. and drawn. and drawn. apparently the doctor thought of something else to test for with each draw. and now, wait for the results - 4 hours. the tour time comes and goes, we thought this would be quick. the results come back. no labor, but possible pre-eclampsia, you will not be going to New York this week. after 6 hours in the hospital we are able to leave. "go home and come see me in the morning to follow up."

monday morning in the doctor's office. the test showed no labor, but there is another test - cervical length. doctor checks - "hmm, seems short. better have an ultrasound to be sure." and there is another test for the pre-eclampsia. 24 hour urine collection to measure protein levels. the doctor gives a string of numbers. this level is normal, this level is a concern, this level and we induce immediately. something hundred is okay, but 2 is bad. what? it just crashes like a wave, but anne feels fine, none of this matters. the doctor goes into a whole scenario of pre-term delivery and mentions a shot to help the baby be prepared for early arrival. it all blurs, anne is fine, she will not be delivering a baby anytime soon. off to the ultrasound.

the baby looks great. the cervical length is 2.2cm, the doctor wanted 2.5cm. close enough, the cervix starts to shorten the last couple months, some women even dilate. the radiologist(just regular, not one of the perinatal) sees something to follow up on before we leave. another ultrasound, we mention that the umbilical connection hasn't been confirmed. she sees the umbilical cord is attached to the larger placental lobe and her concern about the baby's kidney was actually just a cyst on anne. part of the pregnancy and nothing to worry about. we go to check out. standing at the front desk we are called by the OB's office. "go see the perinatal radiologist, get the shot, get to the hospital." what? anne is fine, the baby is fine. i take the phone and explain the baby was just checked and is right on track for size and development. the doctor agrees we can just go home and start the urine collection. and we wait as anne fills the jug.

i quickly set up for anne's bedrest sunday night, so now i will get her settled in. the office is converted to anne's personal nest with everything at hand. i start trying to build meals that meet the calorie, carbohydrate(we are not going to risk agitating the diabetes), and especially protein requirements for anne. the jug fills and i find another container for the rest of the pee, no problem with water consumption. off to the lab to drop off the jug and get a blood draw. home to wait for the results.

a call on my cell phone while i am at my dad's. elevated protein, 800mg. "head to the hospital for the steroid shot and monitoring." steroid shot? do we need it? the steroid shot is used to develop the lungs of a baby born before 34 weeks. delivery doesn't seem imminent, we are almost to 33. 800 sounds high, is it bad. i have to go home and tell anne. what does it all mean? anne is on the phone, i start to research on the internet. "what's up?" "we're going to the hospital."

back to labor and delivery. are you ready for your shot? what? we haven't decided to get the steroid shot. the doctor has ordered the shot. we'll wait. more monitoring in a delivery room. everything looks good, but anne's blood pressure is walking the line for pre-eclampsia. anne is admitted to the ante partum hall and another 24 hour urine collection is started. i can stay with anne until 11pm. the next test will be fine, this too will pass. i head home and spend the night learning about pre-eclampsia, no more birthing study.

thursday and anne spends the day filling the jug, i spend the morning with her waiting for dr. poggi. in my research i discover 300mg is the acceptable protein level and 5g(5000mg) is the redline. we are way closer to the 300. anne is still okay, we are not in danger. dr poggi comes by and the ultrasound looks good. she flips out when anne says we haven't had the steroid shot. she calls it irresponsible as a mother. she goes on about how pre-eclampsia can turn in an instant and if you have a headache that is cause for us to deliver you. wait lady, we don't know the ramifications of this shot and don't want to set a chain of events in motion that compromises the amount of time the baby stays in anne and the potential for a natural child birth. anne mentions going back home for bedrest and the doctor implies she would keep her there until she delivers. anne says she can't stay there a month, the doctor says you can and we have kept women here longer. but, anne is fine. i head home for lunch and to get the house ready for the possibility of an early arrival. instead i research the steroid shot. anne has a follow-up with dr. poggi and it is more relaxed and the doctor gives her an NIH statement to read. in my research i learn that it is a cortisone shot and one course is pretty well confirmed to be safe and is standard practice. i call anne before i head back in and we agree to go with the shot. now just wait on the jug.

Week 33 - the jug and blood are off to the lab. and.... 810mg. the doctor is okay with this. the first cortisone shot doesn't send anne's blood sugar off the charts as the doctor predicted. the second shot has little impact on the blood sugar and anne is allowed to go home. anne's nurse, diane, says we'll be back, pre-eclampsia only gets worse. we didn't even know her name at that point and thought no way we'll be back. i am a little familiar with pre-eclampsia through my brother and sister-in-law's experience. anne has none of the symptoms my sister-in-law had to endure, anne is fine. home for more bedrest and continued watch of the pee. we have an appointment with dr. fracasso. he explains the outlook. watch. watch. watch. pre-eclampsia doesn't reverse and we will watch the levels and make sure things aren't critical. he mentions that at 37 weeks the baby is baked and after that anne is just a warming oven, so he will induce at 37 weeks. i shift my sights from 40 weeks to 38 weeks, he can wait another week. and bargaining begins in my head. we ask about the endocrinologist. "oh, based on your tests we thought you would need insulin and felt it would be best to have an appointment ready if you needed it rather than having to wait a week if your sugar levels were high." hmmm, flawed test maybe? home for more bedrest, sugar watch and another pee watch. i start getting a handle on the nutrition and plan a menu for anne. off to the grocery store to prepare for the long haul. the jug goes in the end of the week. hmm, no call from the doctor, no news is good news.

Week 34 - the waiting ends with a call from dr. fracasso. 2400mg. well sure anne's protein is high, that is all she can eat on this diabetes diet. it doesn't work that way. the doctor plans a follow up test to confirm the result and figure out the pattern. we can stay home, but if things really are moving this fast time could be evaporating rapidly. we decide to err on being in the hospital unnecessarily. anne packs up and we are off to the hospital until she delivers.

dr. ghidini(parinatal radiologist) is the first to see anne. the amniotic fluid is down to half what it was, the platelets are down. the protein has tripled. he begins to talk about inducing, now. "you have had the steroid shot, you are at 34 weeks so the baby will survive and your placenta could detach at any moment leaving only 20 minutes to deliver the baby." what? anne is fine, no symptoms, well away from the 5000mg. "it is your decision, we can't tell you what to do." we have heard this several times. go to the hospital, don't go. receive the steroid shot or don't. induce your child now, or don't. we keep being told things are going bad, act immediately, the sky is falling, save your life, save the baby's life, things are going to get worse we just can't say when. in the end it is always our decision, anne's body could blow up any minute. but anne is fine, the baby is fine. we'll wait to see the results of the next 24 hour urine collection. "okay, but i am ordering an IV just in case we have to perform an emergency c-section." great, treat anne like a sick person. even dr. selgado is confused by the IV.

the number drops by nearly half to 1400mg. now it is watch the amniotic fluid level and the platelets. the next tests will be the end of the week. we spend the week watching the fetal heart rate monitoring that they do each morning and evening. always a strong healthy baby, it eases the wait. anne is fine, the baby is fine. the IV is removed.

Week 35 - the amniotic fluid level has dropped and is skirting the danger limit. another flag goes up. the platelets have increased though. keep watching. start another 24 hour urine. on sunday dr. fracasso comes in early and tells anne he will induce this week and plan to deliver the baby at 36 weeks. anne calls to tell me. i am very bothered, she is somewhat resolved to it. it has been a long haul and the amniotic fluid is shaky. we talk when i get in. it was easter weekend and anne was feeling down. i plan to be there early on monday to talk to dr. fracasso and spend the day with anne waiting for results.

monday and i make it in to see the doctor. i ask why we would deliver at 36 weeks when everything was still in the acceptable limits and he had said 37 weeks was term relative to baby's development. he agreed to hold the decision pending the test results. Diane(an old friend by this time) came in just after the doctor left and chatted with us. we mentioned dr. fracasso was ready to induce and she asked, "what was your response?" we told her we did not want to induce and were going to wait for the test results. she smiled and we felt reassured. she said she would let us know the results as soon as they came in. we wouldn't have to wait for the doctor. it was nice to have such support.

lo and behold the numbers came back improved, except for the protein which held steady. improved? but pre-eclampsia doesn't improve. hmmmm. i leave for a bit in the afternoon, feeling confident we have just bought another week. the bargaining has become overt. dr. poggi comes by to check the amniotic fluid level and, you bet, the level has gone up. dr. fracasso is forced to concede to week 37. Diane is thrilled, we later learned that she was being encouraged to encourage us to give in. she never flinched, she knew anne's condition better than anyone. and then anne gets a headache. "did it go away?" "no, take all the flowers home." "did it go away?" "no, i am going to ask for a tylenol." should we say anything, will telling someone raise a flag, headache is a symptom. anne's blood pressure has been fine, even good at times. we can't blow it now, we are winning. "did it go away?" "feeling better, probably just allergies."

Week 36- everything is looking good. no tests hanging over our heads. just watch the numbers and those ever encouraging baby heart rate strips. anne is fine, baby is fine. and then...

after nearly 4 months of inching along a tightrope with people calling out (from below, behind and before us) a wind blows from above and we are whisked to the other side.


...counting week by week. it is almost incomprehensible to be watching a life so young that a week becomes a milestone that can make a lifetime

20 April 2007

One flew over the cuckoo's nest

Things that are annoying me here in the hospital:

  1. The annoying housekeeping woman. She comes in my room over half-a-dozen times a day: Empties trash - leaves. Later comes back cleans bathroom and floors - leaves. Later comes back to pick up the 'wet floor' sign - leaves. Later comes back several times a day to get gloves...as if there aren't gloves in other rooms? does she not have pockets to put gloves in? Dejame en paz!
  2. The food/dietician. I mentioned the food in another post. Part of the problem with the food for me is that they have me on a diabetic diet (which, as you know, I'm vehemently protesting this diagnosis). The diet is a 2200 calorie diabetic diet which consists of three meals and 2 snacks. Supposedly this is supposed to add up to 2200 calories. I beg to differ. I asked to be weighed last week and discovered that I lost 4 pounds - on bed rest where I do nothing but eat and lay around! I've talked to the dietician and she offered absolutely no help on how to keep up calories on this diet. My snack choices are either a cup of cereal, or 1 3-pack of graham crackers, or an apple with cheese or peanut butter. The main meals are mainly concerned with carbs - vegetables and protein? Forget it. The eggs are fake and the vegetables and protein are not necessarily available with every meal and when veggies are on the menu they are they are absolutely disgustingly overcooked. The "tomato and lettuce" salad is always frozen. I finally asked one of the food service gals if they had hard boiled eggs and she brings me some when I ask. (As a side note, when the perinatal radiologist saw my hard boiled eggs, she said "oh good source of protein and the cholesterol is good for the baby"). The next time that dietician comes in she's going to hear it from me.
  3. Dry as a desert. The air here is soooooooooooooo dry. They keep it dry to reduce bacteria. But because of this, I'm constantly congested and have a bloody nose.
  4. The nurses won't keep my door closed/cracked. There is a lot of hallway noise and I like to keep it at bay by closing my door most of the way, but inevitably housekeeping (see #1) or a nurse will come in and leave it open.

05 April 2007

As Time Goes By...

And no matter what the progress

Or what may yet be proved

The simple facts of life are such

They cannot be removed.



You must remember this

A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.

The fundamental things apply

As time goes by.


Week 2 on bed rest (1 April):

wake up; go to bathroom; check sugar; eat; go to bathroom; lay on my left side - uncomfortable; sit up; lay reclined - back hurts; go to the bathroom (ahhhhhh feels good to stand up); lay down; turn on t.v. (nothing worth watching until 5pm); turn on radio; check sugar; look out window; eat; go to bathroom; lay down; sit up; read magazines; turn off radio; turn on tv - britcoms are on PBS!.......
and so it goes.
After a couple days of this, it gets kinda old. Surprisingly on weekends when all you want to do is veg-out, it all sounds so appealing.


Week 3 on bed rest (8 April)
On Friday April 7th (34 weeks), my doctor called me and informed me that my protein had gone up to 2.5 g. Previous readings were at less than 1 g. Based on those results, he was concerned that they would continue to exponentially climb. His recommendation was to be admitted (again) and run another 24 hour test to see what the next value would be, then based on that result he'd be able to determine what the trend is. We decided it was better for me to be in the hospital knowing that once I went in, I wouldn't be released until I deliver. So I got admitted that Friday. We were hoping this was an errant test and really did not want to deliver at 34 weeks. I took the next test and, SURPRISE SURPRISE, my protein had actually dropped to 1.4 g. So my protein was lower and my amniotic fluid was good. We continued with monitoring amniotic fluid and protein. The next round of tests weren't as good. My AFI dropped but the perinatal radiologist wasn't concerned as he saw a lot of fluid in one pocket. My protein crept up to 2 g though. My platelets, which were dropping, actually came back up. Later that week I had another AFI done and it continued to drop. So I did another protein test and based on those results we would have to make a decision about delivery (35 weeks).

In the meantime, my baby shower was now out of the question. And since I wasn't home, I really needed to feel prepared just in case we had to deliver early. We still needed to get a car seat (high priority), get the crib put together, wash the new baby clothes......I felt totally disorganized and it was driving me nuts!

Despite all of this, I'm glad to have such good friends and relatives that called or stopped by to visit! It's hard not to feel down and isolated when you're in the hospital and their support has been wonderful for me.



Week 4 on bed rest (15 April):
My next protein test results came in and, SURPRISE SURPRISE, it only increased to 2.1 g. My platelets increased even more and have been the highest they've been. Totally stumped. My doctor had already decided that he was going to start inducing Wednesday with cervical gels and deliver Thursday (36 weeks). His reasoning was 'why wait?' 36 week old babies are just as healthy and why wait for something to go wrong. That being said, he was willing to wait for the next AFI reading, if that was even lower I really would have no options but to deliver.

Now we were wondering what was causing my proteins to have gotten worse, better, then relatively stable. The difference was that protein in my diet had increased. Steven had been increasing the protein in my diet when I was home and when I was admitted, he brought me extra food to supplement since the hospital food is not very nutritious (doesn't that surprise you? You'd think as a hospital they'd have very nutritious meals but what I've determined is that they don't follow the nutritional guidelines for protein, vegetables, etc.... more on that later).

The perinatal radiologist came in to do my AFI and, SURPRISE SURPRISE, it increased - in fact almost doubled! Based on that and my other results she saw no reason to deliver me.... I bought another week which meant that as long as nothing went south I could deliver at 37 weeks rather than 36 which, according to my doctor, is considered 'term'. While it seems insignificant, at 37 weeks the baby has a better chance of not going to NICU, having developed the sucking reflex, and my body being more prepared.

So now I have a few more days left before we start the induction on next Wednesday/Thursday....

01 April 2007

Sleep, perchance to dream...

ay, there's the rub
That's all I've been able to do for the last week.
Sunday, 25 March: This weekend I noticed my blood pressure starting to rise. Then Sunday while my father-in-law was over in the morning I felt something damp. I went to the bathroom and noticed a gooey glob on my leg. Mucous plug? I called Steven and had him look at it. At first he didn't think it was but after looking online it really sounded like my mucous plug. I called my doctor and left a message. The other doctor in the practice was on call and returned my call and asked me to stop into Alexandria while she was there for a couple hours.
We arrived at the hospital and I was hooked up to a fetal monitor, blood pressure cuff, had probably 6 vials of blood drawn, and had a fetal fibronectin test run. Dr Salgado came in and looked at my swelling and blood pressure readings. We waited for lab results to come back in. About 4 hours later, labs were in and there was an elevated reading in uric acid. We left with instructions for bed rest until Tuesday and follow up with my doctor on Monday.
Monday, 26 March: We went to the doctor's office and she did an exam to check my cervical length. She could only confirm feeling about 1.5cm of it which left her uncomfortable since I was 32 weeks. She sent me for an ultrasound to check cervical length and also gave me a container to do a 24 hour urine collection to test for protein in my urine.
We went straight from the doctor's to the ultrasound office. They confirmed my cervical length was about 2.2 (Dr Salgado wanted it to be 2.5). They also checked the baby, amniotic fluid, etc. Then they wanted to do a 3-D ultrasound - for reasons still unknown other than they got a new machine and wanted to use it. While I was checking out, my doctor's office called to discuss the results of my ultrasound. The nurse started in with going to see the Perinatal radiologist and steroids and on and on and on....Stop, wait, what? I handed the phone to Steven because I was too overwhelmed to talk. We went home and I laid in bed and collected my urine certain that this too would pass.
Tuesday, 27 March: I dropped off my specimen after lunch and was feeling pretty good. Not that I was feeling bad to begin with.
Wednesday, 28 March: Steven left to drop off some items at his dad's house and came home and immediately started looking up something in one of our reference books. I was on the phone with work at the time and when I hung up, he said "we're going to the hospital." I failed another test. My protein came back at 800mg. Normal range is like 300. They wanted me to go in for 24 hours. Ok.... take a shower, pack a bag, get something to eat. We arrived after 6pm. The nurses immediately talked about getting a steroid injection. Um no, not yet. Don't think it's necessary really. Again, I was hooked up to a fetal monitor, blood pressure cuff, had blood drawn, and had to do yet another 24 hour urine collection.
Thursday, 29 March: Dr Fracasso stopped in and thought I had taken the steroid shot. He agreed that it was my choice and gave me the impression that after 34 weeks it would be of no difference. I said "well I'm 33 weeks today." He deferred to the perinatal radiologist to get their opinion. About 2pm, I was getting a bit anxious and asked Steven to find out when I was supposed to see the radiologist. She happened to be at the nurses's station. Apparently no one informed her ahead of time that I had been waiting. She did an ultrasound on a portable machine and the baby looked good. I mentioned being borderline pre-eclampsia and she said 'No, you have pre-eclampsia'. She, too, assumed I had taken the steroid shot and when I said that I hadn't she really gave me her opinion. She just didn't see why I wouldn't want to do it as the benefits to the baby are certain. She mentioned something about staying in the hospital because with pre-eclampsia, there is a a risk of the placenta detaching from the uterine wall. I said there is no way I can stay in the hospital for 4 weeks and she said, very dryly, "yes you can and we've had some women in here even longer." and with that she left.
Later that evening I was called to see her again as she wanted to run one last test on ultrasound. She gave me literature on the steriods that I asked for and checked a value called "resistance indicator" which checks my blood vessels to the placenta. Again, I fail another test. Not by much, but I fail it. She emphasized again the steroids. I went back to my room and after talking to Steven, I called the nurse to administer the injection. Part of my hesitation on steroids was that I did not want to start a chain of events that would leave me without options. Steroids can cause increase in blood sugar levels, which then require insulin injections to offset the glucose levels. I also did not want doctors to have an "excuse" for delivering me early without any real medical necessity. But after weighing it all out, the benefits for the baby are most important.
Friday, 30 March: Dr Fracasso came in and we chatted about when I might be getting out. He felt chances were good that I might get out that night, but plan on Saturday. He mentioned something in passing about inducing me at 37 weeks via C-section.... hm, yet something else to discuss. I mentioned going back to work and he recommended not "burning the candle at both ends." My blood pressure had been stablized, at least while lying down, and my glucose levels never went off the charts for me to require insulin (can I mention again that I don't think I have gestational diabetes?). My 24 urine test came back elevated to 810 buy my doctor was not worried about the small change. Finally at 7pm, the nurse came in and gave me my discharge orders! Bed rest, may not return to work, and a ton of "signs" to look for.
This weekend: So now I'm setup in the office for close proximity to the bathroom (and not having to go up and down stairs from our bedroom loft). Steven has been doing a great job of trying to get chores done and make sure I drink water and stay fed.... he's a great guy. I love him.

18 March 2007

Sitanka

Sitanka [sih-tahn-kah] Sioux, Am Indian "Big Foot" 'Si': "Foot" + 'Tanka': "Big, Great"

It started last week when my boots were so tight on my legs that at the end of the day there were impressions from where it hit my legs and ankles. A gal co-worker of mine went to the store with me in the middle of the day in hopes that I might find some end of season boots, but no luck. There are lots of pretty shoes out but with the swelling in my ankles, all I want to do is hide them. Then I put on my Danskos Thursday, by the time I got to the airport I knew there was no way of getting those bad boys back on if I took them off for security. So I opted to get frisked down. Of course the female TSA agent instructed me to take off my shoes. Um...yeah.... no way.

When I got home, Steven and I went to the mall and a very nice lady in the shoe dept helped me pick out some shoes. She empathized and said her feet grew 2 sizes! I went out today and bought a new pair of boots to take me through the end of the month with my skirts and a pair of slip on Skechers (tying my shoes is becoming a challenge too). I am now about 1-1.5 size larger than my pre-pregnancy size.

14 March 2007

Tiptoe through the Tulips

While strolling thru the park one day, In the merry month of May:
I was taken by surprise by a pair of roguish eyes
In a moment my poor heart was stole away.

We went to a store in Gaithersburg called "Great Beginnings" (www.greatbeginningsonline.com) to look at a stroller that we had seen online. This store is the only one in the area that carries the stroller. We definitely wanted to see it and "test drive" it prior to purchasing just to be sure we'd like it. The stroller is by the company Stokke (www.xplory.com).

This stroller is awesome. The seat adjusts up and down so the baby can be higher than a normal stroller. And the seat also can face you or face out. The wheels also can be adjusted so that you can take it up/down stairs (like a hand truck). So we were there looking at TONS of strollers - BOB, XPlory, several others. Too many decisions. Then we looked at car seats. We finally asked the salesman for help to detach the seat from the base. He giggled and said "must be your first child", then with a quick sleight of hand the seat was removed....ah the secret latch in the back. We were ready to leave still undecide about the stroller when another couple came in and had their baby girl with them. They too were looking at the XPlory and placed the baby in the stroller. That clinched it for us. Seeing how engaged she was in the stroller was definitely worthwhile.

We bought the stroller in a nice bright shade of green.



Laughing Buddha

Rub the belly for good luck!










Here is my view at ~26 weeks





30 weeks

10 March 2007

Sugar, Sugar

Sugar, ah honey honey
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you.
Honey, ah sugar sugar
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you.

The Archies


I am now diagnosed with gestational diabetes. I went in for my "routine" OB check and knew the glucose test was coming but didn't anticipate that I would take it that morning. So I had my normal breakfast of cereal and yogurt and off Steven and I went to the doctor's office. I decided to take the test that morning since I had some time and didn't want to run around all morning looking for a lab. 50g of glucose.


Such a sweet, easy test.


Stage 1 - Denial. The following Monday, I received a call from my doctor's office that I had failed my test and that I now needed to take the 3-hour GTT as soon as possible. ugh. Needless to say I was upset over this. "how could I have failed? I don't eat that much sugar." I'm sure that test was wrong considering I had breakfast and taking the 3-hour test would certainly prove them wrong. So I schedule my test for that Friday and am certain that I will pass this one. The 3-hour test requires 4 blood draws: Fasting, 1-hour, 2-hour, and 3-hour post 100g of glucose. Also, there is a particular diet to follow leading up to the test (which I did not know until the night before the test). But I'm certain it won't matter. So I take the test and wait for results and am feeling pretty positive. I'm in good shape, haven't gained a ton of weight, have been watching what I eat......

and I fail.


Stage 2-Anger. Now I'm really upset. I get the call during work and am stunned to hear that I failed this test too. How can this be? I am so upset over this that even thinking about it made me upset. I am told I need to make an appt with INOVA Diabetes Center and then a follow up with another doctor... my mind is a fog and I'm trying to hold it together. Diabetes.

Stage 3-Bargaining. So I'm thinking, surely you must be looking at the wrong results. Are you sure that's my result? I didn't follow the prescribed "diet" before the test, maybe I can take it again. If I don't eat that much sugar, then OF COURSE my body will react and I'll fail the test. "Don't you see this?" Please don't tell me to adjust my diet, I eat fine now. What else will you tell me that I don't know? Exercise? Doing it. Anything else? See, I think you are wrong, I don't have diabetes.

Stage 4-Depression.
All day Thursday I can't get over this. I try to stay focused on work. The more I ignore this the more it won't be reality. Food. What's the point of eating it. I'm tired of eating and having to watch what I eat. Does it matter. By the time I get home, however, I can't keep it together and cry on Steven's shoulder all night. I don't want this diagnosis. I don't want what it represents, what long-term impact it will have on my life or my baby, nor do I want the short-term impact of possibly having to do things in a more medical way. He tries to encourage me to eat but frankly I was sick and tired of eating. The Bradley Method has a prescribed diet and now I'll have to follow a "diabetic" diet - reduce sugar. I don't eat that much so what else will you tell me?

I call INOVA and they can squeeze me in last minute in a "class" on Friday. Class? Oh geez, a nutrition class. But I don't need it! Can't you see? I'm asked, "Do you have your own glucose monitor?" Huh? Why? I DON'T HAVE DIABETES why would I have a monitor. "OK we'll give you one." (but I don't want one) I watched my father struggle with diabetes and his constant blood checks, I watch my step-father struggle with his diabetes, blood checks, and dialysis, and I watch my mother struggle to keep from the same fate after her initial diagnosis. I really don't want this.

Class is small, myself and two others. Two others who have struggled with their weight prior to the pregnancy. Two others who said they don't know what they are going to do to eat. "but you can still have a diet coke and fries and mcnuggets"... a sigh of relief comes from one. Again, I tell you, I don't need to be in this class.

I leave class with a glucose monitor and diet tracking sheets. I have to check my urine in the morning to ensure I'm not in ketosis. Steven encourages me. I'll prove them wrong and FINE I'll stick my finger 4 times a day to prove to you that I don't have this problem. You will see when I come back in a week. So there.

Stage 5-Acceptance.
I'm not there. I'm still going around and around between Stages 1-4. I'm "measuring" my food (!&*#@#*) and "counting carbs". What I have come to accept is the scientific fact that my body is going through a type of insulin resistance from the hormones from the placenta therefore I am unable to produce enough insulin to process extra glucose. So I'll "watch" what I eat and exercise for the health of my baby and me.

That's about as far as I've gotten.

19 February 2007

My Doula oblongata

Doula: dou·la/Doo-luh/ –noun, plural -las.
a woman who assists women during labor and after childbirth.
[Origin: 1975–80; < Mod Gk, female servant]

Who knew a person like this existed? This is definitely a new word for us. I hadn't actually considered a doula until I realized that my support network is kinda limited. Even still, it was a vague notion. A friend of mine hired a doula for his wife's birth and said it was money well spent, that's when a notion became something to really look into. So in addition to trying to find a class, I'm considering trying to find a doula.

Back to School

Word to the wise: Do Not Wait until the last minute for classes!

Just when you think you have enough time, you don't. We really hadn't talked about what kind of birthing we wanted. I am still on the fence regarding whether an epi is worth it... thoughts of:
1) having to stay perfectly still while the epi is administered makes me worry (under stress and pressure, I have a hard time with this).
2) being numb from the waist down kinda freaks me out.
3) giving birth is a natural experience across all species and cultures. Why does Western medicine have to play a part in this?

So, there's all sorts of classes - Lamaze, Bradley, Alexander, Hypno-birthing, etc. Steven and I have been looking at the Bradley method (www.bradleymethod.com). Here's the rub: it's a 12 week course! 12 weeks usually during the week! With traveling for work, 12 weekday classes are impossible. I am waiting to hear back from an instructor I found that offers classes on Sundays. The other alternative is an educator who is offering private lessons compressed in 4 weeks at the shocking price of $500!

We also signed up for 3 other "classes" with INOVA: infant CPR and first aid, baby care, and an extended tour of the maternity center.

17 February 2007

25 weeks

eenie weenie @ 25 weeks (2/2/2007).
Power to the People! It's hand is near it's face
and if you look close you can see the fingers. this was taken at the perinatal office and everything looked good. She confirmed the extra lobe but it looked OK. *phew*

21 weeks

eenie weenie at 21 weeks (1/4/2007). We decided to not find out the gender of our baby if they could avoid it. Everything looked good - heart, lungs, brain. They did find a low-lying placenta and an extra placental lobe. This was a bit surprising. My doctor put me on pelvic rest and no strenuous activity. I was also referred to a perinatal specialist for another ultrasound. My research indicated that low-lying placentas at 20 weeks usually correct themselves as the pregnancy progresses.

I bit the bullet and bought maternity clothes. I had been putting it off as long as possible hoping that I could work from home and stay in my pj's all day long :-) When I got assigned to a gig in NYC that is business dress, I HAD to go shopping, besides the fact that my pants were getting uncomfortable. My mom and I went to the mall and I bought a suit, a pair of pants, and several skirts. Then I found a local consignment shop and bought more outfits for about 1/2 the price of retail. My sister's friend Betty gave me some clothes as well. I rounded out my purchases with some end of season sales at JCPenneys and I think I'm all set for clothes. (I hate to admit it but they are more comfortable).

Alive and Kicking @ 18 weeks

You turn me on, you lift me up
And like the sweetest cup I'd share with you
You lift me up, dont you ever stop, I'm here with you
Now its all or nothing
cause you say you'll follow through
You follow me, and i, i, I follow you...
Alive and kicking
Stay until your love is, alive and kicking
Stay until your love is, until your love is, alive

Simple Minds

I'm happy to write that my Nuchal Fold and my AFP have come back fine so I'm feeling a little more at ease at actually telling people and putting things in writing. The first 15 weeks were kinda tough due to the fact that food was not really agreeing with me. I wasn't nauseous or anything, but food just wouldn't go down and by the end of the day it felt like food was stuck in my throat. And my burping was driving me nuts! Sit up, burp; lay down, burp; roll over, burp; roll the other way burp; just sitting there, burp. uuuuuuugh. Steven was calling me Burpy. Things that I basically could eat: yogurt, bananas, soup, rice, and salad. Anything more substantive was a real problem. But luckily that cleared up, for the most part, just in time for Thanksgiving! Tuuuuuurkey! I'm getting a little tired of the restrictions. Don't eat this or that, or drink this or that. And now I'm supposed to lay on my side. Not just any side, but my left side. This is such a challenge as I've been sleeping on my back for some time now. I've taken to placing as many pillows behind me as humanly possible (and as the bed allows) so that if I do fall on my back, I'll at least be on an angle. Not that I'm complaining or that I'd trade it in. Not in the least.

So it began during my last week in Bloomington. We were eating lunch and I got this weird jab in my stomach. Kinda made me jump. Gas? Knowing eyes at the table guessed it was a kick. Time to pay attention! My mom happened to call that afternoon and asked if I felt the baby yet and when I told her she started her giggling and said that Yes, it was weird. So now I'm wondering just how often does this happen?

Steven had been calling me Beenie Weenie since this spring when I mentioned that he really doesn't have a nickname for me. So that's what he came up with. It's hilarious and makes us laugh. When we went to Ralph's festival this year, we stopped in the local grocery store... and lo' and behold there were actual cans of Beenie Weenie's!! What a riot. Well now, the baby is Eenie Weenie. And the nickname has stuck.

During our trip to London, eenie weenie was very active! Almost clockwork... about 30 minutes after having tea or eating supper it would begin it's dance in my belly. Sometimes it would take me by surprise and I'd just about jump out of my seat.

~13 weeks






eenie weenie at ~13 weeks (11/10/2006).
This was the first ultrasound where they calculated due date of 5/18/2007.

eenie weenie at ~13 weeks (11/10/2006).
This was also our Nuchal Fold test for Down's screening. Measurements included thickness behind baby's neck, nasal measurement, and blood test.






~7 weeks


Here we are on 10/10 about 7 weeks. It's grown from a spec to something that really doesn't resemble anything yet.
There's some rocket science going on to calculate dates. The dates we figure don't necessarily correlate to any date that we were given....fudge factor of about 2 weeks.

4.5 weeks


Here is eenie weenie. This ultrasound was taken on 9/22/06 at about 4.5 weeks. Not much to look at now, but we were assured there was something there!

oneplusone

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)


e.e. cummings