Archive for February, 2010

February 26, 2010

>preeclampsia scare subsided

>I think our preeclampsia scare has subsided some, even though I am on close watch by the doctors. Part of the problem has been that my midwife has been out of town for the last six weeks and I have had to see other doctors at the Women’s Clinic who revisit my history of preeclampsia, causing me to worry about having the condition again and my blood pressure rises.

Well, my midwife is still out of town and I saw yet another doctor this week to check my blood pressure and she was super cool! I like her more than my midwife. And I’ve been tracking my pressure at home, which has remained nice and low, but in the office it was sitting on the higher side of normal. This doctor finally had me lay down on my left side for ten minutes and they retook my pressure and it was really low – 110/67 low. FINALLY! Someone got to see what I see at home.
Plus the protein that I was nervous about is not really preeclamptic high, just a wee high for normal. Maybe the automatic test results that the computers email to me are not a great idea. Too much left to my imagination and googling abilities.
So, I have been told to stop exercising, which I really haven’t done much of in three weeks because my hips feel like they can’t hold my body up. Rest more (which all I have to say is “with an 19 month old, yah right!). Monitor my blood pressure and if it spikes to the 130/80’s or higher consistently then to go into Labor and Delivery. Likely I would be put on bed rest.
Whew…
On a happier note, we finally toured the new Kaiser Hospital in Irvine where I will be delivering and it is very lovely. They do lots to support the family as a whole, however, the CDC does not let kids under 14 on the hospital floor until further notice. Miss Hadley might not be able to come to the hospital to visit mommy and baby, but hopefully we will be in and out!
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February 17, 2010

>freaking out

>Recently, the doctors have taken special care with me as I have a history of mild preeclampsia with Hadley. I am 32 weeks, my blood pressure remaining in the normal range, except when I come into the office when it spikes the first read due to white coat syndrome. I normally see a midwife who understands this, but she has been out of the country for some time now and I’ve been forced to see other doctors, who are being extra cautious.

Last weeks appointment, my blood pressure spiked with the first read and immediately went down, well into normal levels. There was no protein in my urine. No headaches. Nothing else to show concern other than I’ve had preeclampsia before (which, by the way, my chances for getting again is 3%).
But the doctor was concerned… He gave me the choice of going to the hospital to be monitored for a few hours, or do lab work, a 24 hour urine collection at home and to monitor my blood pressure on my own I opted for the latter. Interestingly, he must not have been that concerned because he felt it was still OK for me to go on my trip to San Francisco for the weekend.
My labs came back and all was well within the normal range. I’ve been monitoring my blood pressure at home and it’s been a nice normal level, more normal than what the last read at the doctors office was. BUT, I got the lab results via email about my urine proteins and according to their chart for a “normal” person, they read higher than normal.
So now here I sit stewing… Researching… Freaking myself out…
Is this number OK for a pregnant person? Or am I going to be sitting in the hospital without my baby girl, my fiance, knowing that we need to move, I have taxes to deal with, articles to write… More over, are we (the baby inside and I) going to be OK?
I guess I shouldn’t have watched 19 Kids and Counting. That poor little baby was delivered at 25 weeks because mama had preeclampsia. My baby is much bigger and so far, my health seems much better.
I am just freaking out a bit… Which, by the way, doesn’t help my blood pressure at all.
February 15, 2010

>backwards

>Jonathan and I have done things a little backwards when it has come to our relationship. Not only did we have a whirlwind romance that lead to us being pregnant in a few short weeks, we have never tied the knot. Not that we haven’t wanted to, just that we have had so much on our plates that we haven’t had a second to really think about it. For all intensive purposes, we have been engaged to be married for some time, though I haven’t worn an engagement ring and we really never refer to each other as “fiances.”

But this has all changed…
Last night, Jonathan picked me up from the airport (I was in SF on an overnight trip to see friends) and we went to Kitayama for (cooked) sushi and he presented me with a beautiful engagement ring. I knew he had purchased it. I knew what it looked like. But here is was and here it is on my finger now. And while the piece of jewelry is spectacular, thoughtful and so me, it’s more that we are making our relationship more “official,” for lack of a better word. I told him it could have been a plastic ring he placed on my finger, I just want to call him my husband someday because I am so in love with him and fall more in love with him everyday.
So while we did things a little backwards, it all seems to even out in the end.
PS – No, no date set yet. We figure we should have our baby, move into our new home and get through the newborn stages of number 2. We will likely tie the knot in 2012, which has a nice ring to it.
February 11, 2010

>baby in my belly (with some Austin Powers accent)

>She’s moving… A LOT!

I am pretty sure she is taking her little elbow (or maybe her knee) and moving it about my tummy. I feel like I can catch and hold on to whatever appendage it is that she is doing this action with. When she does this, it shakes my whole body. Often when Jonathan and I are laying in bed watching our nightly guilty pleasures of reality television (yep, we pretty much watch it all!).

Sometimes it hurts when she moves. I never experienced this with Hadley, but this one, this one kicks me where it hurts. My lower pelvis. My bladder. My hip. OUCH!
But the pain isn’t that terrible and it’s OK since I know she is just busy reminding me that she is there and growing like a weed. Kaiser is having me do kick counts. I lost the card I am supposed to record them on a week or so a go, but I can honestly tell them that this baby is alive and well!
Can’t wait to meet her! Nine more weeks!
February 9, 2010

>19 months old

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To My Hadley,


I have written to you in the past as we hit the age milestones and I am regretful to say that I have not been good about doing so as of late. But I am going to attempt to be better, even if it means that these little notes happen quarterly or annually.


Yesterday you turned 19 months and I just can not believe how quickly time goes by. Every day I am awed by your growth, both physically and mentally. Your daddy and I spend so much time just watching you. That’s all. Just watching. Whether you are sleeping. Putting your dolls “night night.” Talking or dancing. It’s amazing that we made you, grew you and taught you these things.


The last couple of months have been busy, to say the least. And I don’t mean with our activities, just with your behavior. You are a curious little girl who wants to be independent and big. Which I love about you, but also miss that little person who needs her mommy. And, often, just as I start licking my wounds, you come back and hold my hand, or throw your arms around my legs and I remember that you still need me.


In December, we went to Boston to see your Grandma and Aunties and meet your Grandpa for the first time. Your settled right in with your family and had a ball! It was chilly, but we were able to go to the park and play in the leaves. But more importantly, you got to know your Grandpa, he’s the only one you have (and he looks a bit like Santa, doesn’t he?).


In January, Mommy and Daddy went to Minnesota to set up our new home for our move in June. We left you with Grandma for five nights. FIVE WHOLE NIGHTS! It was an eternity, but you were a champ. And you learned that sleeping all night in your own bed, in your own room was pretty cool. We’ve been home for a month and you have slept every night in your own bed. I am so proud of you, but also miss waking up and seeing your sweet little sleeping face next to me, often with your hand down my shirt (while you no longer nurse, you have yet to give up the boob).


Baby Sister’s arrival is fast approaching. While I am nervous about how you are going to feel about her, I am certain you are going to be mommy’s little helper (based on the way you take care of your six baby dolls). I fear that the time that will be required for Baby Sissy initially will upset you and make you feel second fiddle, which you will never be. While you can never understand this now, I hope someday you will realize the special bond that you and I have. You gave me my name. You made me a mom. Only you can hold that title.


Well, my love, I am looking at you laying on the floor with your little legs in the air singing. You play with your blocks. Then put your baby “night night.” Then walk your pull doggy. Then come over for a snuggle. And I wonder how we can start our day with a picked up living room and so quickly spread the toys far and wide. But it’s all worth it. Every toy. Every crumb of a snack. Or an empty sippy cup. You are worth it all and so much more!


I love you so much!


Momma

February 9, 2010

>valentines day cookies

>During the last storm here in Southern California, I picked up some cookie dough and various decorations as a Valentines activity since we were stuck indoors. I figured Hadley could decorate the cookies and we would send them to grandmas, grandpa and aunties, but they sort of turned out to be a disaster.

I didn’t have a rolling pin, so I had to use a glass. The cookies stuck to every surface and fell apart. I finally got a couple of good cut outs and popped them in the oven. When I took them out I discovered that they had spread into each other, making the hearts an odd shape.

None the less, we decorated and Hadley enjoyed this. And things seemed edible until I discovered that she was placing sweetheart candies on top of the icing, then bending over and sucking them off.
I decided that maybe we would just share the pictures with the family instead of mailing them. And really, once all the toppings were on, they were not good at all and into the trash they went.
But we had fun and the memories are the best part. Maybe we’ll try again another rainy day (who knows, maybe today).
February 5, 2010

>bending

>It’s official… I can no longer bend over. Well, not without losing my breath. Or having to make a “oooommmmph” sound. Or having plumber butt. I am too pregnant to do any bending over any more until baby arrives in April.

February 4, 2010

>growing belly dilemma

>I am attending a wedding on Saturday. And I would have RSVP’d no if I didn’t know them as well as I do and didn’t think they were the sweetest people ever. But because I said yes (and while I am excited for their wedding), I was left with the dilemma of what to wear.

I am, after all, 30 weeks pregnant.
With my last pregnancy there wasn’t a need for dressy clothes. I became self-employed and, other than my father’s requested casual memorial parties, I really didn’t have a reason to dress up beyond my favorite jeans, boots and comfy tops.
That’s right… I’m a jeans kind of gal! Have more pairs than I need, but I love them and wear all of them!
Anyway, so I set out on Tuesday with my mom to find a dress. The requirements: one that looks nice, matches the shoes I already have and wasn’t going to break the bank since I will only be wearing it this one time (at least at this point I am saying “no more babies.”).
Gap Maternity pulled through, even though I ended up spending a lot more money there than just the dress (jeans!). I purchased off the sale rack a beautiful blue wrap dress that I can pair with brown knee boots.
But now I am faced with another dilemma… Undergarments!
Of course it’s the kind of fabric that shows every line of your bra and panties. And being pregnant, I just can’t justify going commando. Not with the bloated tube socks that have become my breasts and all the other fun things that get to happen to pregnant women. Despite what my other half thinks, I NEED UNDIES!
So, we marched across the mall to Destination Maternity where they actually sell shaping undergarments for pregos.
Now, really! We are pregnant, so we need to tame our fat at a time like this?
Anyway, back to the point… Anything they had was two pieces and cost $40 a piece, which I was just not willing to do. Plus the sales people were not at all helpful nor willing to try. No business from this prego, but was happy to change my kids poopy diaper in their bathroom and let her run a muck in their play area (am I terrible, or what!).
So, the big day is in two days and my only options are VPL (Visible Panty Lines) or to go commando. Hopefully I can find an affordable resolution soon.
Thanks for letting me vent!
February 1, 2010

>tutu time!

>She brings it to us to put on her almost every day. Love it!