Walking into the my OB's office and seeing all of the pregnant bellies and new babies, I couldn't help but get choked up. Paul checked us in at the counter and we went and sat down in the back corner of the waiting room and held hands in silence while we waited to hear our name. A few minutes later, a nice nurse is leading us to the back and has Paul sit down on the bench to wait while she gets my stats. I sit down in the same chair that I always sat in to get my blood pressure and various other stats taken. Tears start streaming down my cheeks. She hands me a tissue and we go get Paul and head into an examination room. The Dr comes in and examines me. After the exam, he tells us that he wants to have some blood work done and to send me to have an hysterosalpingogram (HSG). We leave the examination room and head over to the nurse's station, where she draws SEVEN viles of blood to test. We check out, pay, and leave the OB office.
A few days later, Paul and I head to the fertility clinic so I can have my HSG done. I am so anxious! As we sit in the waiting room, we hear a patient telling the front desk staff that she is pregnant and thanks them for being so wonderful. Modern medicine...what a blessing! They call my name and I head back to this teeny tiny room with a huge machine in it, so big that they tell me that I have to leave Paul behind because there isn't enough room for him in there too! The nurse preps me for my proceedure. The Dr comes in and begins. Now, I love all things medically related. I think that modern medicine is amazing, a blessing from the Lord, but I am super SUPER anxious...and not just for the proceedure itself, but for what the results might be. Using an xray machine, the doctor uses a catheter to inject a die into my uterus that then flows into my fallopian tubes and then into my overies. My fear was soon overcome by interest in what was happening on the screen. It was pretty amazing to see what he was able to do! It took all of 10 minutes and he was done.
A few more days pass and Paul and I head back to the OB to get the results of all of the bloodwork, HSG, and pathology labs. My bloodwork came back normal...PRAISE THE LORD. My HSG came back clear...PRAISE THE LORD. My pathology reports from the birth showed that I had a blood clot pass during delivery. The Dr thinks that it may have played a part in the loss of Noah, but it may not have. One thing I have not mentioned before is that during the beginning of Noah's pregnancy, I had what they call a "vanishing twin". At my 7 week ultrasound, the OB was able to see two sacks, one that had a heart beat and one that did not. My pregnancy started out as twins and we lost the first baby before we even knew that there were two in there. The OB was able to tell that the baby stopped developing at 6 weeks. What a hard thing to hear. The OB is unsure if that played a part in losing Noah or not. In a way, I want there to be something wrong so that it can explain why we lost Noah and so that we can fix it. I tell the OB this, he says, "Well, at least we didn't find something wrong that can't be fixed." Touché.
Overall, the OB feels that losing my last pregnancy was a "fluke," and that I should be able to get pregnant and stay pregnant again. We have been given the all clear to begin trying again whenever we feel emotionally ready. He did say that as of now, I am on their "high risk" list and that my file will be entered in now so that their high risk doctors can get familiar with my case. He also said that they will most likely take a few precautionary measures during our next pregnancy. 1 - I will most likely have to have a cerclage (stitch my cervix closed). 2 - I will most likely have to take a protein to help keep my uterus relaxed. 3 - I will most likely have to take a perscription to keep the bacteria levels down. (I really don't know what any of the means, but I pray that we will see in the future). The OB said, "I hope to see you back here in two months, pregnant with one baby." I don't know about two months or one baby. We will have to see what God has in store for us. Right now, I just keep praying for my emotional well being. I feel that overall I am progressing, but I have my days where I feel like a take a step back. It is amazing what little things can trigger an emotion!
I know that all of this is a part of God's plan for me, my family, and our journey together. It is not always easy, in fact, it has been hard, but I know that we have each other and most importantly, we have Him!
"If God is for us, who can be against us?" Romans 8:31
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Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
My Scariest Moment as a Mommy...
...all thanks to a BEAN!
Tuesday, April 23, 2013 started off like any other day. Grace and I enjoyed a lazy morning lounging around the house, hanging out in our pajamas, playing and watching some DVRed episodes of Princess Sophia. I caught up on some of my picking up around the house and cleaning, after being out of town for a week and having my in-laws stay here with Grace. It was about 11:45 and I just laid out Grace's and my clothes for us to start getting dressed when she found a bean on the floor. It was a dried pinto bean on the floor. (I need to pause here and explain the dried pinto bean...I have made Grace several different sensory bins for her to play and explore with, one included dried pinto beans for her to sort, fill containers with and pour. She has had it for about 5-6 months and has NEVER put them in her mouth.) She picked up the dried pinto bean and said, "gurgy (dirty), trash." "That's right," I said, "Let's go put it in the trash." (I don't know about other now 18 month olds, but Grace LOVES to be a helper, especially when it comes to putting stuff in the trash for Mommy or Daddy.) She started off towards the kitchen, when all of a sudden she started making this strange coughing-choking-screaming sound. I immediately picked her up to comfort her and tried to get her to calm down. I just knew it was the bean, I just knew she that swallowed it or chocked on it or something. She was crying and coughing and gasping, and I was freaking out.
I called Paul and told him what happened and that I was going to call the pediatrician to see if I needed to come in to the office, take her to the ER, or what I needed to do. I called Raleigh Children and Adolescents (I feel the need to give them a shout out because they are AWESOME!...not just this time, but always.) I pushed the number for the option to speak to a nurse, she answered and I explained to her the situation. She told me to come in and they would work me in. I hung up and grabbed a sweatshirt and the diaper bag and headed for the door. My phone rang, it was her checking on me to make sure that I knew which location to come to and to see if I was on my way. I was in fact, in my mind, heading to the wrong office. I was thinking of the Brier Creek Office that we usually go to because it is closer. (They wanted me to come to their Blue Ridge Office location because it is adjacent to Rex Hospital, just in case) I told her I was on my way. I buckled Grace in her carseat, and we headed on our way.
I called Paul to let him know what was going on, and then I called my Mom...because I needed her to held keep me calm. As long as I stayed calm, Grace stayed calm and there was no coughing and gasping. When I had my little freak out moment, so did she, and she started not only crying, but coughing and gasping.
We got to the pediatricians office and they took us straight back. The pediatrician monitored her and checked her breathing and decided we should head next door to Rex hospital for an x-ray, just to be safe. About that time, Grace needed a diaper change, so we laid her down to change her and she because the gasping and coughing again. He said, "I'm glad you just did that, I changed my mind, I am sending you to the children's ER at Wake Med Hospital - Raleigh...by ambulance." Paul went and got Grace's carseat while we waited for the ambulance to arrive.
Once the ambulance got there, they strapped Grace's carseat to the stretcher and buckled her in. I road in the seat beside it, and Paul followed behind in the Pilot. We arrived at the Children's ER and went straight back to a triage room, and had a nurse waiting on us. He took Grace's vitals and hooked her up to several different machines to monitor her. A few minutes later, the ER doctor arrived and checked her breathing. He recommended that Grace have a chest X-ray. About the time, the pediatric ENT came in and checked her breathing and agreed that a chest x-ray was needed. They took Grace and x-rayed her chest. We got back to the room, and the doctors came in right behind us to let us know that the x-ray confirmed that the bean was in fact in her right lung and that she needed to have emergency surgery to remove it. We waited a few minutes, and they took us up to the pre-op room. After asking us the same 17 questions we have now been asked by everyone, the pediatric anesthesiologist took Grace in her arms and carried her back to the operating room to give her the anesthesia and IV to prep her for surgery.
Paul and I emotionally and reluctantly went to check in at the waiting room. We started getting a little worried after about an hour, but thankfully the ENT came out and let us know that they were still working on her. The bean was coming out in pieces, since by now, it had been in her warm, moist lung for about 4 hours. About an hour later, they called our name over the loud speaker and we went to the desk where they told us that Grace was out of surgery...Praise the Lord! The ENT and anesthesiologist came out and told us that everything went well and that she was recovering well. They were able to remove all of the bean, although it took over 2 hours and them using the scope 37 times. We made our way to the recovery room, where we found Grace coming out of the anesthesia. They gave her a small does of pain medicine, to help take the edge off as she came out from under the anesthesia. They had me sit in a wheelchair and had me hold Grace in my lap while they attached all of the various machines to it and transported us to the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit.
Once we got to the PICU, they transferred her to a crib and after giving her her "Pappy" and "Bankie" (paci and blankie), we were able to get her to go to sleep within a few minutes. By this time, it was about 8pm. Paul left to let out the dog and to pack us a small overnight bag (since he was still in his work clothes and I was still in my pajamas). He got back about 9:30, I took a quick shower, and we headed downstairs to grab a quick dinner. Once we got back to the room, we unfolded the love seat (which conveniently folded out to a double bed so we could both sleep there together) and went to sleep.
We slept pretty well, considering all of the coming in and out to check on Grace. About 4am, Grace decided to pull out her IV, which made her scream and wake us both up, and she got blood everywhere. Thankfully, a nurse was actually in the room, so I was able to hold and comfort Grace while Paul held all of the wires and 2 nurses changed the sheets and Grace's gown. We were all, thankfully, able to go back to sleep for a few more hours.
At about 8, the nurse woke us up so that we could help Grace eat breakfast and get ready to get discharged. Grace ate an entire banana, 3 pieces of bacon, and all of her eggs. The poor thing hadn't eaten since 7am the previous day. A few minutes later, the doctor came in and checked her out and gave us the OK to be discharged. We got Grace dressed and watches some cartoons as they finished her paper work. Finally, almost 2 hours later, we were cleared to go home. We were instructed to give Grace 2 different prescriptions for a few days and to check back with the pediatric ENT in 2 weeks.
Talk about an experience! I am so thankful that everything turned out OK. As soon as I got home, I did a sweet of the house to make sure that there were no more beans on the floor!...lol. The most important thing that I learned from this experience is to TRUST YOUR GUT, when it comes to your kids, trust your Mommy instincts!...and pray.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013 started off like any other day. Grace and I enjoyed a lazy morning lounging around the house, hanging out in our pajamas, playing and watching some DVRed episodes of Princess Sophia. I caught up on some of my picking up around the house and cleaning, after being out of town for a week and having my in-laws stay here with Grace. It was about 11:45 and I just laid out Grace's and my clothes for us to start getting dressed when she found a bean on the floor. It was a dried pinto bean on the floor. (I need to pause here and explain the dried pinto bean...I have made Grace several different sensory bins for her to play and explore with, one included dried pinto beans for her to sort, fill containers with and pour. She has had it for about 5-6 months and has NEVER put them in her mouth.) She picked up the dried pinto bean and said, "gurgy (dirty), trash." "That's right," I said, "Let's go put it in the trash." (I don't know about other now 18 month olds, but Grace LOVES to be a helper, especially when it comes to putting stuff in the trash for Mommy or Daddy.) She started off towards the kitchen, when all of a sudden she started making this strange coughing-choking-screaming sound. I immediately picked her up to comfort her and tried to get her to calm down. I just knew it was the bean, I just knew she that swallowed it or chocked on it or something. She was crying and coughing and gasping, and I was freaking out.
I called Paul and told him what happened and that I was going to call the pediatrician to see if I needed to come in to the office, take her to the ER, or what I needed to do. I called Raleigh Children and Adolescents (I feel the need to give them a shout out because they are AWESOME!...not just this time, but always.) I pushed the number for the option to speak to a nurse, she answered and I explained to her the situation. She told me to come in and they would work me in. I hung up and grabbed a sweatshirt and the diaper bag and headed for the door. My phone rang, it was her checking on me to make sure that I knew which location to come to and to see if I was on my way. I was in fact, in my mind, heading to the wrong office. I was thinking of the Brier Creek Office that we usually go to because it is closer. (They wanted me to come to their Blue Ridge Office location because it is adjacent to Rex Hospital, just in case) I told her I was on my way. I buckled Grace in her carseat, and we headed on our way.
I called Paul to let him know what was going on, and then I called my Mom...because I needed her to held keep me calm. As long as I stayed calm, Grace stayed calm and there was no coughing and gasping. When I had my little freak out moment, so did she, and she started not only crying, but coughing and gasping.
We got to the pediatricians office and they took us straight back. The pediatrician monitored her and checked her breathing and decided we should head next door to Rex hospital for an x-ray, just to be safe. About that time, Grace needed a diaper change, so we laid her down to change her and she because the gasping and coughing again. He said, "I'm glad you just did that, I changed my mind, I am sending you to the children's ER at Wake Med Hospital - Raleigh...by ambulance." Paul went and got Grace's carseat while we waited for the ambulance to arrive.
Once the ambulance got there, they strapped Grace's carseat to the stretcher and buckled her in. I road in the seat beside it, and Paul followed behind in the Pilot. We arrived at the Children's ER and went straight back to a triage room, and had a nurse waiting on us. He took Grace's vitals and hooked her up to several different machines to monitor her. A few minutes later, the ER doctor arrived and checked her breathing. He recommended that Grace have a chest X-ray. About the time, the pediatric ENT came in and checked her breathing and agreed that a chest x-ray was needed. They took Grace and x-rayed her chest. We got back to the room, and the doctors came in right behind us to let us know that the x-ray confirmed that the bean was in fact in her right lung and that she needed to have emergency surgery to remove it. We waited a few minutes, and they took us up to the pre-op room. After asking us the same 17 questions we have now been asked by everyone, the pediatric anesthesiologist took Grace in her arms and carried her back to the operating room to give her the anesthesia and IV to prep her for surgery.
Paul and I emotionally and reluctantly went to check in at the waiting room. We started getting a little worried after about an hour, but thankfully the ENT came out and let us know that they were still working on her. The bean was coming out in pieces, since by now, it had been in her warm, moist lung for about 4 hours. About an hour later, they called our name over the loud speaker and we went to the desk where they told us that Grace was out of surgery...Praise the Lord! The ENT and anesthesiologist came out and told us that everything went well and that she was recovering well. They were able to remove all of the bean, although it took over 2 hours and them using the scope 37 times. We made our way to the recovery room, where we found Grace coming out of the anesthesia. They gave her a small does of pain medicine, to help take the edge off as she came out from under the anesthesia. They had me sit in a wheelchair and had me hold Grace in my lap while they attached all of the various machines to it and transported us to the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit.
Once we got to the PICU, they transferred her to a crib and after giving her her "Pappy" and "Bankie" (paci and blankie), we were able to get her to go to sleep within a few minutes. By this time, it was about 8pm. Paul left to let out the dog and to pack us a small overnight bag (since he was still in his work clothes and I was still in my pajamas). He got back about 9:30, I took a quick shower, and we headed downstairs to grab a quick dinner. Once we got back to the room, we unfolded the love seat (which conveniently folded out to a double bed so we could both sleep there together) and went to sleep.
We slept pretty well, considering all of the coming in and out to check on Grace. About 4am, Grace decided to pull out her IV, which made her scream and wake us both up, and she got blood everywhere. Thankfully, a nurse was actually in the room, so I was able to hold and comfort Grace while Paul held all of the wires and 2 nurses changed the sheets and Grace's gown. We were all, thankfully, able to go back to sleep for a few more hours.
At about 8, the nurse woke us up so that we could help Grace eat breakfast and get ready to get discharged. Grace ate an entire banana, 3 pieces of bacon, and all of her eggs. The poor thing hadn't eaten since 7am the previous day. A few minutes later, the doctor came in and checked her out and gave us the OK to be discharged. We got Grace dressed and watches some cartoons as they finished her paper work. Finally, almost 2 hours later, we were cleared to go home. We were instructed to give Grace 2 different prescriptions for a few days and to check back with the pediatric ENT in 2 weeks.
Talk about an experience! I am so thankful that everything turned out OK. As soon as I got home, I did a sweet of the house to make sure that there were no more beans on the floor!...lol. The most important thing that I learned from this experience is to TRUST YOUR GUT, when it comes to your kids, trust your Mommy instincts!...and pray.
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