Happy 26th Anniversary Mom and Dad

Even though my mom just got out of the hospital in Springfield I hope her day gets nothing but better from this point on. Hopefully dad can pamper her ever step of today. Wishing you both a wonderful day together today and always! Love you!

Happy Anniversary!!!

St. Agony Strikes Again!!!

At this very moment my mother is in emergency surgery on her bowel. Over the weekend she was struck w/ an overwhelming stomach pain. It hurt for her to even breath. So dad took her to St. Anthony Hospital in Effingham where they ran up some blood work and gave her some zantac and nausea medication. Which seem to work at the moment, then they decided to run some x-rays of her abdomen.

In the x-rays, they of course found nothing. No problems in her stomach at all!! They didn't even feel on her stomach to find her sensitive points - NOTHING! Then they sent her home.

At home she seemed to be better but still having a little abdominal discomfort. They gave her quite a bit of pain medication before she left the hospital so she thought she was doing good. However, as the time seemed to pass and the meds wore off the discomfort started creeping back. She was able to eat but not much and for her not much is bad anymore. The pain still continued....

Finally on Monday she called her specialist in Springfield who immediately ask her if they ran this test or that test and her response was always no. All they did were x-rays. Her specialist was furious and wanted to see her right away. So Tuesday afternoon she and dad headed up to Springfield where she was taken in for testing and they quickly found out what her problem has been all along. A twisted bowel!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, St. Anthony Memorial Hospital ER completely MISDIAGNOSED my mother!!!!! So now we found out that her bowel was 180 degrees twisted and if she wouldn't have questioned Effy ER part of her bowel could have died and needed to be removed. Which would have been even more devastating!

The good thing of all this is my mom is now fixed. I just got a call from dad and her surgery went great and since they did it orthoscopically she may even be able to come home late this afternoon. Somedays I feel if it wasn't for bad luck our family wouldn't have any luck at all. Hopefully now this will all be behind us and mom's going to be her spunky, bubbly self again.

No thanks to ST. AGONY HOSPITAL

Bed Rest Scare

Today was just supposed to be another routine visit. At this point I'm seeing the doctor every two weeks till week 34. We are currently at wk 32 and I thought so far so good. Doctor had other thoughts on his mind.

We had our regular visit; hi - how are ya - how's everything going - let's listen to her heartbeat. As soon as I mentioned that my contractions seem to happen sporadically but sometime so hard their quite painful and asked if the baby can bruise you from the inside out he quickly listened to her heartbeat and ordered a sonogram. They always seem to rush you in and out of every appt since there are so many others after you I really didn't have time to ask if everything was ok or if I should be concerned.

So after waiting over an hour for the sono they called me back. Denise did my sono today and it wasn't like normal. Ya know, lets get some pix of the baby and check out her size. First, it was questions in regard to how I've been feeling and if I knew why doctor ordered the sono today. Well of course my red flag when up and my heartbeat became more rapid. I was nervous and alone. Matt was working and couldn't break free last minute and my mom had to run her kindergarten route. I was alone and very uncertain on the news I was about to get.

They did all the measurements on Blueberry and the placenta. They did the measurements of blood flow and amniotic fluid. They checked her heart rate, which was 139 bpm. Denise said this was fine and she was probably sleeping which is why it was a little lower today. Everything seemed to be normal, then I relaxed a bit but I still had my guard up. So after fighting w/ Blueberry to give us a good facial shot, which we had no luck at, she gave me the news that they had to check me vaginally to see if my cervix was shortening up any, which is a result in having strong, consistent contractions like I have been lately. I asked her what it meant if it had, Denise informed me that doc would typically put me on bed rest for a few weeks. Panic struck at that moment!!! I wouldn't be a very good bed rest candidate at all!!

Denise was very prompt about the results of her measurements and everything was normal. What a relief! I am now to limit myself and what I do. I'm not on bed rest but I need to act like I'm pregnant and not like I'm running a marathon anymore. Be aware of my body. Pamper myself, and the most difficult part of all for me; Ask for help! UGH!!!

I immediately called my hubby and told him the good news that Blueberry was healthy and NO bed rest for me and he immediately laid the law down on my do's and don'ts. I love getting lectured at my age.

So anyway, that's my story of the Bed Rest Scare. Hopefully that will be the last time those words are ever spoken again throughout our pregnancy.

Hiccups are a wonderful thing.

I've been waiting and waiting for little Blueberry to have hiccups and finally last weekend she did. They were very distinguishable too. I was very worried that she may not even have them since it was getting so late in the pregnancy and they usually start up with then around 6 months, noticeably. They say that hiccups help develope their lungs. Caleb had them all the time and was for the most part and still is a very healthy child. I was afraid if she didn't have them that she could have some complications with her lungs. Even though my doctor insisted she would be fine. I'm just a worry wart, but now at least I know her lungs are working good. I can also tell that she is still head down from where the hiccups are most felt.

Well we've made it to week 32 and are feeling good. So we only have between 5-7 wks left. So hard to believe she is almost here to meet us. The excitement is filling in the family.

I want my sunshine back

Do you ever just have a time where you've lost your sunshine. Like life just isn't the same. Somewhere in the last week I've lost my sunshine and frankly I'm starting to worry that I'm not doing something right to get it back. I try to stay strong, enthusiastic, and reassuring but nothing seems to be working. Finally today I called in a couple of reinforcements to help my sunshine find its way back to me. I hope time is all that is required to mend my sunshine, he shows his smiling sweet face at me again soon.

I miss my LITTLE SUNSHINE and I want you back.

I'm Up & Many thing on my mind

• Here it is 6 am and I can't fall back to sleep and I don't have to work today. I woke up at 5:54 am in the same spot as I was when I fell asleep at 10 pm. Surprisingly, I didn't have a lower backache or neck ache from not moving a muscle all night.
  
  I was shocked, after waking up completely, noticing how dark it was outside. I'm used to getting up this early don't recall having to turn on lights to see what I'm doing. I guess fall is just around the corner.
  
  Today Matt and Caleb are heading out to deer camp to hunt some squirrel. I loved Caleb's reaction to Matt when he told them their Saturday agenda. His eyes lit up and the smile went from ear to ear. Yes, a KODAK moment, but this silly mom left her camera in the car and had no shoes on to go get it. So this will have to be a memory I hold only to myself.
  
  Caleb is serving in mass this evening and I think he will have an audience of family to support him once again. His Aunt Jeannie and Uncle Jim are coming for the first time plus my mom and dad and maybe his Tante' and Matt's family minus a couple. He is so lucky and at 10 probably doesn't know how much he is loved by so many people.
  
  After mass Matt's family will be heading over to our house to start celebrating his mom and dad's 38th wedding anniversary. We look forward to having everyone and sharing in the memories of years flown by.
  
  Well I better get of the computer and start some cleaning, laundry, organizing, ect. since I will have no time later on.
  
  

Hope everyone has a great Labor Day weeekend!!!

Finally.....

Well after a long talk and yes, even a few arguments, Matt and I finally decided to take the Lamaze classes at our local hospital. A lot of thought went into this decision, and we finally got to an understanding with each other that above all it would be a close "bonding" time, if you will, only revolving around us and Blueberry. No remodeling, no painting, no decorating the baby's room, no deciding on her name, no figuring out who her God Parents are going to be, just us. Just us preparing for our little girl. Maybe learning a few tips on how to make sure Caleb never feels left out of anything.

I wanted to make sure that Matt knew what he is walking into. I want him to know that I will turn from Dr. Jeckle to Mr. Hyde in a matter of 3.2 seconds. I want him to know signs that I may need his help or encouragement without me telling him what to do. The last thing I want that day is unorganized chaos or panic or even passing out. For the hours I'm in labor the world will revolve around me and what I need to ease the pain.

So hopefully with our decision we will lead to a chaos free in the delivery room in November. Now with everything mostly in place, Matt and I can just sit back relax, cheer on Caleb in his soccer season, and make a few final decision on Blueberry's behalf.

I really am looking for to the next two months of our pregnancy. We've made it to 31 weeks today, hopefully we at least make it to 37 weeks. That would make Blueberry's birthday October 16th. She is due November 8th. I wonder how close to her due date she'll make her grand entrance? Regardless, we'll be ready!

Who would have thought...

Why is it when a woman goes on a diet one of the first things she looses are her boobs and when women get pregnant one of the first things to get bigger are there boobs?!

Well I must have been under great denial in this pregnancy about my boobs. I was a 34B when I got pregnant since I lost all that weight two summers ago. After battling with fall out recently my mom suggested I try a bigger size. I thought, "No way, I haven't got big enough to fit in a C". So mom and I did the bra thing and I was SHOCKED to find that I was smashing my boobs into a 34B for the last 5 months and come to find out I'm in a 34D. Talk about flabergasted! I've never been in a D in my life. They don't look like a D but according to the bras I have now, it's true.

I asked my husband if he had any idea what size bra I was wearing and right off the top he said "D" with a huge smile on face. I couldn't believe he knew. I must have been in such denial it's not funny. Thankfully I'm much more comfortable and the twins seems happier too :-)

LONG Night, Nervous Times

Yesterday was an exceptionally bad day. I don't know why but I felt like crap all day. Yes, this was baby related and it scared me a little. Even though I would never let Matt know that.

All day yesterday I was having what I thought were Braxton Hicks contractions. I mean ALL DAY!!! I really never started worrying about the until about 3 pm. It was just a normal thing to happen to every prego lady. Unfortunately, from 3 pm on there seemed to be something different with each one. They were more sharp, painful, and it felt like Blueberry was sitting right on my my pelvic bone.

I never timed them, and I'm not sure why. Maybe because I didn't want to be an over-reacting mother and call my doc and bother him on a weekend for nothing or it could have been that I didn't want to accept the "possibility" of preterm labor. I don't know, either way I was in partial denial.

When I got home I started doing some laundry and after a couple of trips up and down the stairs I got strict orders from my wonderful, supportive, but definitely over protective hubby, to go and lay down for a while and get off my feet. Of course, even after my arguing with him I was banished to my room for a while.

After about an hour of laying down (still contracting) I got up to try to walk it off. I thought maybe I was just being too lazy and some exercises/movement would do some good. Wrong....I made it as far as the kitchen and doubled over with another sharp contraction. Luckily Caleb was there for moral support and tried to massage my back...he's so sweet to me. After that moment Matt told me I needed to start monitoring my contractions.

What I found out was that my contractions were coming every 5 minutes and lasting a minute each. I was told that if contractions went on for and hour straight then labor was starting. Now I was getting a lot more nervous. We are only at 30 wks and have at least 7 - 10 wks to go. She is way to little to come now. Fortunately, this only went on for 45 min and then just completely stopped so no phone call to the doc or trip to the ER was needed. Matt couldn't believe how hard my stomach was getting. He's really not going to know what to think when we go in to have her.

Needless to say I think I'm going to listen to my body a little more now. I hope with all the contractions I had yesterday they didn't hurt little Blueberry. She seemed to stay very active all day so I'm going to pray she is still fine. She's even moving around a little this morning. I think I'll stay down the rest of the weekend besides going to church. I have a lot to pray for.

Is it just my hormones?

You know I'm very weight conscious and in all reality I'm very hard on myself prego or not. Today I had a moment where I was talking w/ my boss out in our shop about a customers concern when I hear from the side "Man your getting fat!" from an employee we just hired two weeks ago.

I think he knew by the look on my face I was less than thrilled by his comment. You know, I am pretty open minded, and yes I work in a shop full of guys and yes were all pretty close and joke around a lot. However, coming from a guy I barely know this comment made smoke roll out of my ears.

I don't know if I'm overreacting a simple comment or maybe my hormones are just taking over, but this comment has put my mood down and I'm a little bummed out.

Damn New Guy!!!