Preview of Halloween:
Monday, October 31, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Pumpkin Patch
Looking for perfect pumpkin
Found it!
Ready for the tractor ride!
L and M. Neither were too thrilled about taking this pic.
Check this out.. pics of mom with the kids!
Found it!
Ready for the tractor ride!
L and M. Neither were too thrilled about taking this pic.
Check this out.. pics of mom with the kids!
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Road trip to Alaska
Here's the lovely story of Mary's birth and the days that followed. Oh.. and there is definitely too much information.. so don't read if you don't want to know.
Back when my dr asked if I wanted to do a c-section or a vbac delivery I had mixed feelings. On one hand, if I do a c-section it will be planned and I know what that is like. On the other, vbac (vaginal birth after c-section), I will be able to deliver naturally and no major surgery. Now.. the catch... we didn't know if I could deliver through the va-ja-ja. There would be the chance I go through labor and end up with a c-section... as I did with L. Pol had no mixed feelings. He was all about the c-section.
Here is how my dr put it in order to "help" me make a decision. She described it as if we told her we wanted to go to Alaska and we were asking what was the best way to get there.. drive or fly. She said driving (which is the c-section route) you will get there. It will be slower and you are more likely to have a fender bender. But not likely to have a major car crash. If we were to fly (vbac) we are more likely to get there fast and safe. BUT if we do crash it would be catastrophic. Then she described what she meant by catastrophic... like the uterus erupting. That was all Pol needed to hear to insist we do a c-section.
We did a c-section. I really didn't have a strong opinion either way, so I was fine with whatever. As long as my daughter came out safe and sound.
My daughter, Mary, arrived safe and sound. And she came out wailing.
But we had a car crash. Actually it seemed like we had a crash in every state.
The surgery should have taken 45 mins max, but it took 2 hrs. Guess I like to bleed. And I had a lot of scar tissue. Just getting to Mary was a chore for the dr. Then she couldn't get me to stop bleeding. So she had to spend loads of time with me on the operating table. I knew the procedure was taking awhile, but I used the time to sleep a bit. Pol used the time to bond with his wailing daughter.
After I was all stitched up and back into recovery everything seemed normal. Then that night (Monday night) I was in extreme pain. They wouldn't give me one of the pain meds because it was a blood thinner and my dr was worried with how my blood wouldn't clot during the surgery for me to have this medicine. Not ok. I told the nurses I could tell it wasn't normal pain, it was extreme gas pains. They just said it was normal since I had been open for so long. Guess more air got into my bowels than normal. Finally half way through my agony in the wee hours of the night the nurse took pity on me and gave me a suppository. Gross.. yes. BUT.. if it was going to help then wonderful. My dr also agreed at 4am for me to be allowed the medicine she had said no to. Whew.. relief. PS.. the suppository did a whole lot of nothing.
Days are sort of a blur, but I believe Tuesday was most of the same.. pain in the stomach.
Next morning was a bit better, I passed gas... I know.. you all wanted to know. It is common with a c-section for them to wait until you pass gas before they allow you food. Well.. gas passed.. bring on the food!
Food was brought.
Then I thought I was going to die. DIE. But then I went to the bathroom... whew. I was going to survive.
Then I ate lunch.
About an hour after lunch death came knocking again. Dr. ordered an x-ray to make sure my bowels weren't blocked and I was put back onto an IV and not allowed food. Boo.
For lack of a better reason, I basically had an ileus (bowel blockage). Food and water were restricted. I was allowed to swish water but then I had to spit it out.
I had another attack of terrible, terrible, no good, terrible pain. The nurses were freaked out, Pol was freaked out, honestly I was a bit freaked out. I was terribly distended and nothing was helping. They called a surgeon in. He checked me over and decided I would live. Whew. He gave me a rectal check. PS... you go in to have a baby you don't expect that. Let's call it a bonus.
Finally Thursday rolls around (my birthday). Around lunch my dr came to visit and brought gum, my birthday present. She had heard that gum is an old wives' tale for something that can help the bowels to start moving. I don't even like gum, but I chewed that gum like it was a cookie cake. Guess what.. about 4 hours later.. gas! YAY! Seriously.. it was a big deal.
Friday was so much better and that morning I was allowed liquids. By lunch I was allowed pudding. Then dinner I was allowed whatever I wanted. OH.. and Mary was discharged on Friday as there was nothing wrong with her. She was allowed to stay in my room, but there had to be someone else there at all times, in case I had to be rushed somewhere.
Saturday I went home!! I had never been so happy to leave a place. The nurses were wonderful, but I wanted out! Six days in a hospital for a c-section was way too long!
You would think the story was over there... wouldn't you. You would think we had made it to Alaska.. NO. NO, just in Canada. At home I realize my incision is bleeding. It's bleeding quite a bit. Monday I call and the dr fits me in. At this point I had seen my dr every day except Sunday. She even came in on her day off to bring me gum. WELL.. the bleeding isn't normal. Fluid and blood were stuck. I am not even going to try to explain all of this. Just to say it lead to a CT-Scan this past Friday. Luckily the scan just showed blood and fluid It did not show a cut in the incision below the skin.. which would have meant another surgery and it would have meant I would have died from annoyance.
All this to say... we should make it to Alaska at some point soon.. just waiting for the fluid and blood to leave my body.
Overall I am feeling great. And this little girl makes it totally worth every bit of gas.
Yes.. L is wearing her pink receiving blanket as a cape. Batman does not discriminate on what color his cape might be.
Back when my dr asked if I wanted to do a c-section or a vbac delivery I had mixed feelings. On one hand, if I do a c-section it will be planned and I know what that is like. On the other, vbac (vaginal birth after c-section), I will be able to deliver naturally and no major surgery. Now.. the catch... we didn't know if I could deliver through the va-ja-ja. There would be the chance I go through labor and end up with a c-section... as I did with L. Pol had no mixed feelings. He was all about the c-section.
Here is how my dr put it in order to "help" me make a decision. She described it as if we told her we wanted to go to Alaska and we were asking what was the best way to get there.. drive or fly. She said driving (which is the c-section route) you will get there. It will be slower and you are more likely to have a fender bender. But not likely to have a major car crash. If we were to fly (vbac) we are more likely to get there fast and safe. BUT if we do crash it would be catastrophic. Then she described what she meant by catastrophic... like the uterus erupting. That was all Pol needed to hear to insist we do a c-section.
We did a c-section. I really didn't have a strong opinion either way, so I was fine with whatever. As long as my daughter came out safe and sound.
My daughter, Mary, arrived safe and sound. And she came out wailing.
But we had a car crash. Actually it seemed like we had a crash in every state.
The surgery should have taken 45 mins max, but it took 2 hrs. Guess I like to bleed. And I had a lot of scar tissue. Just getting to Mary was a chore for the dr. Then she couldn't get me to stop bleeding. So she had to spend loads of time with me on the operating table. I knew the procedure was taking awhile, but I used the time to sleep a bit. Pol used the time to bond with his wailing daughter.
After I was all stitched up and back into recovery everything seemed normal. Then that night (Monday night) I was in extreme pain. They wouldn't give me one of the pain meds because it was a blood thinner and my dr was worried with how my blood wouldn't clot during the surgery for me to have this medicine. Not ok. I told the nurses I could tell it wasn't normal pain, it was extreme gas pains. They just said it was normal since I had been open for so long. Guess more air got into my bowels than normal. Finally half way through my agony in the wee hours of the night the nurse took pity on me and gave me a suppository. Gross.. yes. BUT.. if it was going to help then wonderful. My dr also agreed at 4am for me to be allowed the medicine she had said no to. Whew.. relief. PS.. the suppository did a whole lot of nothing.
Days are sort of a blur, but I believe Tuesday was most of the same.. pain in the stomach.
Next morning was a bit better, I passed gas... I know.. you all wanted to know. It is common with a c-section for them to wait until you pass gas before they allow you food. Well.. gas passed.. bring on the food!
Food was brought.
Then I thought I was going to die. DIE. But then I went to the bathroom... whew. I was going to survive.
Then I ate lunch.
About an hour after lunch death came knocking again. Dr. ordered an x-ray to make sure my bowels weren't blocked and I was put back onto an IV and not allowed food. Boo.
For lack of a better reason, I basically had an ileus (bowel blockage). Food and water were restricted. I was allowed to swish water but then I had to spit it out.
I had another attack of terrible, terrible, no good, terrible pain. The nurses were freaked out, Pol was freaked out, honestly I was a bit freaked out. I was terribly distended and nothing was helping. They called a surgeon in. He checked me over and decided I would live. Whew. He gave me a rectal check. PS... you go in to have a baby you don't expect that. Let's call it a bonus.
Finally Thursday rolls around (my birthday). Around lunch my dr came to visit and brought gum, my birthday present. She had heard that gum is an old wives' tale for something that can help the bowels to start moving. I don't even like gum, but I chewed that gum like it was a cookie cake. Guess what.. about 4 hours later.. gas! YAY! Seriously.. it was a big deal.
Friday was so much better and that morning I was allowed liquids. By lunch I was allowed pudding. Then dinner I was allowed whatever I wanted. OH.. and Mary was discharged on Friday as there was nothing wrong with her. She was allowed to stay in my room, but there had to be someone else there at all times, in case I had to be rushed somewhere.
Saturday I went home!! I had never been so happy to leave a place. The nurses were wonderful, but I wanted out! Six days in a hospital for a c-section was way too long!
You would think the story was over there... wouldn't you. You would think we had made it to Alaska.. NO. NO, just in Canada. At home I realize my incision is bleeding. It's bleeding quite a bit. Monday I call and the dr fits me in. At this point I had seen my dr every day except Sunday. She even came in on her day off to bring me gum. WELL.. the bleeding isn't normal. Fluid and blood were stuck. I am not even going to try to explain all of this. Just to say it lead to a CT-Scan this past Friday. Luckily the scan just showed blood and fluid It did not show a cut in the incision below the skin.. which would have meant another surgery and it would have meant I would have died from annoyance.
All this to say... we should make it to Alaska at some point soon.. just waiting for the fluid and blood to leave my body.
Overall I am feeling great. And this little girl makes it totally worth every bit of gas.
Yes.. L is wearing her pink receiving blanket as a cape. Batman does not discriminate on what color his cape might be.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
H is for hair
In honor of the letter H, L's school had crazy hair day. He was pretty proud of his "crazy" orange and blue hair.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
My Birthday
Yesterday was my birthday. As my mom wrote in a card, it will be a birthday I will never forget... and she is right! I spent the day not allowed food or water. Wait.. you don't know this story yet, do you cyber world? Well, I am not sure I have the patience to write it all out quite yet. So for now I will leave you with a picture of my birthday cake. Betsy and family sent me this cake made from flowers for my birthday. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
OH.. and before I forget.. the nurses here also wrote me a birthday song, though they never had a chance to sing it to me because I always had visitors and they didn't think it was appropriate to sing it with others in the room. I don't know why they would think that. haha
Happy Happy Birthday
From all of your friends here at St. Luke's.
Happy Happy Birthday
We really really hope you have a big poop.
OH.. and before I forget.. the nurses here also wrote me a birthday song, though they never had a chance to sing it to me because I always had visitors and they didn't think it was appropriate to sing it with others in the room. I don't know why they would think that. haha
Happy Happy Birthday
From all of your friends here at St. Luke's.
Happy Happy Birthday
We really really hope you have a big poop.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
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