On the way to the room of monitors yesterday we passed the nursery. There was the sweetest, dark haired sans blanket baby in the window. Just wiggling ever so happily in his/her diaper. My mama says he was big...but he looked ever so small to me.
Made my arms so very ready to hold this sweet hiccuping bump...
Heal body heal...
...and then Full Moon bring us our baby.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Planning to not Plan
Two days post Christmas finds me bundled up under a quilt my sister got Mikey, taking meds, slurping watered down juice admiring the mess in our home left by Christmas. I just thought being pregnant was tough. Then, last Thursday this girl got slapped in the face with what seemed to be high blood pressure. I left school in the middle of the day to begin my holiday break which will back up into maternity leave a bit early. No 3rd grade Winter Party.No Polar Express Day. Nope...just some good ol' fashioned blood pressure machines, baby monitors and 1,000mg shots of Tylenol. And then...just when I thought it was bad, I realized I had two fever blisters.
Not a big deal, you say? Well to someone who has really never had one and was 37 going on 38 weeks pregnant it's brutal. It quickly went from two small white bumps on my lips, to a massively swollen throat, to huge bleeding gums and a fever. And then it got ugly. Sister spent Christmas Eve in the chair trying to sleep at least an hour or two so I wouldn't be the Grinch incarnate (at least not in attitude even if in appearance). We bought out Wal-Mart's over the counter remedies only to have my lips/mouth swell up to the point there was no eating or drinking anything. <Insert post Christmas hospital visit here>
Did I mention I had the privilege of hiding a jug in my grandma's shower on Christmas day so I could do a 24 hour urine sample in the midst of all this? No? Well...I did.
Apparently fever blisters are viral. And while most people just have it affect a place or two on their lips, when your body doesn't know what to do with it and you are wore down from growing a 9 1/2 month baby girl, it has the ability to wreak havoc on your entire system. After a few hours back in labor and delivery to watch the blood pressure and to monitor the karate chopping baby girl again (did I forget to say I officially have the diagnosis of gestational hypertension?) I got to come home sporting a little white bag of multiple types of lidocaine (one for swishing in my mouth to numb everything enough to eat and one for applying to my lips which is why I'm slurping on the couch) as well as the most wonderful bottle of antibiotics that I take five (count 'em) five times per day to try to get this crazy swelling/infection under control quickly.
For the first time in weeks, Mike heard me ask our daughter to stay in there a little bit longer.
To grow her, feed her and give your life to her for 38 straight weeks only to get a crazy infection that would cause you to have to deliver her wearing a mask and allow anyone else to kiss her sweet face before you, nearly causes crying fits of hyperventilating.
Needless to say: sweats, my grandma's potato soup, HGTV, cat naps and this comfy quilt are my very best friend and companions until some major healing occurs. For sure until I can last longer than 2-3 hours without a splitting headache, a dose of slurp inducing lidocaine for pain and my lips no longer resemble that of a fish. Nope, there is nothing more important than resting and getting well at this point.
All that and somehow Christmas magic still occurred. I think Parker's daddy (even though he had to deal with me) had an insanely awesome Christmas filled with guns, hunting, hunting gear and various camo accessories. I received more incredible things than I could name and perhaps the best Christmas magic filled gift of all was realizing my crazy little sister has already become Aunt Kristy (she spoiled Parker Grace rotten on Christmas morning) and my parents can NOT help but talk about watching their grand baby cyclone through Christmas morning next year.
Next year. Parker will be almost one. My oh my how quickly things change.
I used to be afraid of change. Moving. Growing. Adding to or taking away from an event. But that has changed. Now...with the addition of this Parker sized belly, the thought of change to my little family or within my little world seems...OK. Right even.
Not a big deal, you say? Well to someone who has really never had one and was 37 going on 38 weeks pregnant it's brutal. It quickly went from two small white bumps on my lips, to a massively swollen throat, to huge bleeding gums and a fever. And then it got ugly. Sister spent Christmas Eve in the chair trying to sleep at least an hour or two so I wouldn't be the Grinch incarnate (at least not in attitude even if in appearance). We bought out Wal-Mart's over the counter remedies only to have my lips/mouth swell up to the point there was no eating or drinking anything. <Insert post Christmas hospital visit here>
Did I mention I had the privilege of hiding a jug in my grandma's shower on Christmas day so I could do a 24 hour urine sample in the midst of all this? No? Well...I did.
Apparently fever blisters are viral. And while most people just have it affect a place or two on their lips, when your body doesn't know what to do with it and you are wore down from growing a 9 1/2 month baby girl, it has the ability to wreak havoc on your entire system. After a few hours back in labor and delivery to watch the blood pressure and to monitor the karate chopping baby girl again (did I forget to say I officially have the diagnosis of gestational hypertension?) I got to come home sporting a little white bag of multiple types of lidocaine (one for swishing in my mouth to numb everything enough to eat and one for applying to my lips which is why I'm slurping on the couch) as well as the most wonderful bottle of antibiotics that I take five (count 'em) five times per day to try to get this crazy swelling/infection under control quickly.
For the first time in weeks, Mike heard me ask our daughter to stay in there a little bit longer.
To grow her, feed her and give your life to her for 38 straight weeks only to get a crazy infection that would cause you to have to deliver her wearing a mask and allow anyone else to kiss her sweet face before you, nearly causes crying fits of hyperventilating.
Needless to say: sweats, my grandma's potato soup, HGTV, cat naps and this comfy quilt are my very best friend and companions until some major healing occurs. For sure until I can last longer than 2-3 hours without a splitting headache, a dose of slurp inducing lidocaine for pain and my lips no longer resemble that of a fish. Nope, there is nothing more important than resting and getting well at this point.
All that and somehow Christmas magic still occurred. I think Parker's daddy (even though he had to deal with me) had an insanely awesome Christmas filled with guns, hunting, hunting gear and various camo accessories. I received more incredible things than I could name and perhaps the best Christmas magic filled gift of all was realizing my crazy little sister has already become Aunt Kristy (she spoiled Parker Grace rotten on Christmas morning) and my parents can NOT help but talk about watching their grand baby cyclone through Christmas morning next year.
Next year. Parker will be almost one. My oh my how quickly things change.
I used to be afraid of change. Moving. Growing. Adding to or taking away from an event. But that has changed. Now...with the addition of this Parker sized belly, the thought of change to my little family or within my little world seems...OK. Right even.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
80's, Contractions, Christmas and Mexican Food
December is upon us. Puh-raise the good Lord. That means...sunshine and rainbows CHRISTMAS STYLE...and more importantly...it's almost baby time.
Because of the craziness of yesterday, we had to cancel our 80's Christmas party and be happy just to see our friends at one of our favorite restaurants tonight.
Others came as their normal every day fabulous selves which was just fine with me. I was just happy for the few hours of normality sitting at dinner with such an amazing assortment of friends brought.
Little girl has been giving me fits for 8 weeks and it's almost time to give her the go ahead. Believe it or not, it's like we have a connection. At 27 weeks (during our first L&D trip) we had a come-to-Jesus meeting about how she HAD to STAY in THERE until after Thanksgiving. Well, whaddya know? On Thanksgiving the little stinker held me to my word and send us to the hospital shortly after finishing my lemon pie.
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| Obviously well connected with 2 phones and a bottle of water on TOP of the IV! |
We appeased her for one week before we were back with our favorite nurse getting all juiced up on IV's and shots only this time I'd started dilating. That was new.
After the crazy shot (it seriously makes me feel like my insides are jumping) contractions slowed and they allowed us to go back home.
Because of the craziness of yesterday, we had to cancel our 80's Christmas party and be happy just to see our friends at one of our favorite restaurants tonight. 
Some of them still dressed up...which totally made my night. (I have next to NOTHING in my closet that will go over this Parker baby belly so Mike and I just dressed "casual"). :)
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| The totally gnarly Mr. and Mrs. Clark |
Others came as their normal every day fabulous selves which was just fine with me. I was just happy for the few hours of normality sitting at dinner with such an amazing assortment of friends brought.  |
| Mitch and B |
There are so many people I didn't get pictures of; my little sister and Sharry (who I think I totally freak out with preggo talk and huge belly). Parker's going to love them...even if it takes them a little while to warm up to her (I don't think they're really "baby" people). Brett and Sarah also bolted before I managed to snag a pic of them but their convos throughout the night (plus the one between my hubs and Brett) were quite entertaining.
Yeah...it's easy to feel alone. And kinda overwhelmed and a whole lot scared about having this little Parker. Especially when I realize it could be any day (did I mention contractions started up again right before we left for the restaurant??). But we have been blessed to the point our margarita glasses run over. I'm not sure how we got so fortunate. It's like Mikey and I took the best of both our worlds, meshed them together and created a new combination that works for our growing little family. I guess that starts happening after a few years of being together.
Like magic.
I'm going to try to write more often...it makes me feel good. Happy. Especially when I see all the faces that bring smiles to this world of mine as they show up perfectly in the story I'm trying to share.
12/12/12 would be a fun Parker birthday. But then again, I'm have no doubt that whatever day (or night) her squishy little face brightens our world will be shinier than any other we've ever had...whatever the date may be.
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| 34 1/2 weeks |
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