Monday, August 27, 2012

Surgery Date Is Set

Can you believe that this one will be 7 weeks old this week?  What a blur!  I had my  postpartum appointment last week.  It was also my pre-op consultation to the surgery I must now have to remove the Mirena.  I will be so relieved when that thing is out of my body!  I am hoping that they are able to remove it and there are no complications.  The doc will be doing a laproscopic removal of the i.u.d. with possible hysteroscopy and while they are in there a tubal ligation.   That is a lot of jibberish to say they are going in with a scope and looking for the Mirena and pulling it out,  and if they can't find it that way they will use a scope threw the uterus and at the same time make me sterile.  Whoa!  The tubal is NOT 100% effective for birth control though and that does scare the @#$%# out of me.  It has a 1% failure rate and the Mirena was supposed to be 99.7 % effective.  Soooooo you do the math.  My Pre-op appointment and lab work is at the end of this week and then surgery is September 11th.  Ugh.  I just want it over and done. I am anxious about it since we don't know where the Mirena is exactly in my body.  The doctor is in my opinion, going in blindly and scoping around for it.  Three incisions and 5 days of recovery.  It was a little more involved than when he initially told me about the surgery months ago.  I guess maybe he was saving all the details until now.  That didn't help.  I like to know what is happening to my body.  Cut the bologna and just tell me like it is.  I hate when people dance around, especially people in the medical profession.   Wish some more of those loving good vibes upon me people.  Seems I will need them once more.
Proud Marmalade with Chica.  (Don't ya just love little baby leg warmers?  Perfect for chilly mornings and then just slip them off when it warms up.  I am a big fan of them!) 
We had a great friend of mine visit this weekend.  This is Marmalade's hair post blowing bubbles.  Fun was had and of course that usually means messes where made.  Hello, soapy hair.
More fun!
And back to those chilly mornings......a little hat and a fleece balnkey on this brisk morning.  Fall is quickly approaching and I am not at all ready to let go of the summer. 
Chica is wearing her hand-me-down pinafore from Marmalade.  This was the fisrt ever pinafore that I sewed and was the inspiration for opening my Etsy shop, My Sweet Marmalade.
The best I could do to get all three kiddos in one shot.  Just missed a big smile from Chica but you can tell she was in a happy mood. 
Me and my miracle girl. 
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Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Quick Pics of Our World

Totally random snippets of our life last week.   

Hi Chica!

Little toes.

Crazy hair after a bath.


Handmade Birthday gift that my hubby made for me!  A beautiful and rustic barn board table!!

Smiling even with a double ear infection.  Her Brother has one too.   He was hiding from the camera I guess,  this week. 

Another look at the table.  So lovely!

Windmills are going up on the mountains in view from the house.  Here is the first one!

More to come as you can see.

No time today to write but I wanted to still let you have a look see into our busy house!  Hope your all doing great.  More soon.................

Monday, August 20, 2012

Our Sleeping Beauty

Here is a little look at our at home photo shoot of "Our Sleeping Beauty."  This wouldn't have been complete without her crown.  To get your crown, check out this shop on Etsy called Kriner Creations.  You get to pick your color and size,  and I was very pleased with how well this came out.  The fits was great too.  This made the perfect prop! 

The little smirk on this girl just about kills me!

Our princess, our beauty,  our love. 

Friday, August 17, 2012

My Sweet Marmalade has Reopened!

I finally got around to creating a new pinafore this summer.  It felt really good to get back at it.  I have missed my sewing machine. I have missed sewing and creating.   I better get reacquainted with it real fast because I already have 3 custom ordered pinafores to design.  I  can't wait to get started on all of them!

Here is the 1st one since I have had baby #3. 

Click here to purchase this or just check it out. 

Reversible Kitty Garden Pinafore, Size 6-9 Months

Monday, August 13, 2012

A Monday Spent in our PJ's

This Monday we spent the day in our pj's.  Me and the three kids.  I feel more like a medicine dispenser than anything lately,  and it was one of those days where getting dressed never made it to the "must do today" list that I keep.  Seriously, I do have this list or nothing gets done.  Besides, if it doesn't get written done I have already forgotten it.  So lists are essential. 

Chica has a stubborn case of thrush and is on round 2 on antibiotics which because I am nursing,  that means so am I.  I also came down with mastitis on Friday and have to take 4 pills a day just for that.  Bubba stayed home from pre-school today because he can't stop coughing.  It has been one medicine,  vitamin, swab,  or cleaning of some sort every hour it seems. 
We still managed somehow to have some craft time.  I have been saving greeting cards for a while now and today was the day I pulled them out to do this craft with the kids.  I cut out images and they glued them on paper and colored.  They loved it and it was something even my 2 year old could do!
Bubba's art.  (sorry for the not-so-great pics today)
Marmalade's art.
Chica got in some tummy-time on her activity mat.  Lift that head, Chica!  Great job!
And to even things out.....some time on her back to wiggle and stare at the ceiling fan while listening to music.
And what is a day without play-dough?

I am hoping that these health issues clear up for everyone here real soon. Despite the fact that 3 out of four of us today weren't at our top game, we made it through the day and had some fun together.  Bubba even said to me that he is going to be sick everyday so that he can stay at home with me. heart!!!  I hope you had a good Monday despite any negatives that are going on in your world.  It is all about the silver lining. Chin up.

Someone needs their meds.....

Over and Out.
Mama Nic

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Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Pieces of My Heart, Part 4

She is a month old today!  Man, where did the month go?  At what point does she not be called a "newborn" anymore?  Well, she will always be my Newest Born to me.  My Sweet Chica.

I am going to try to wrap up this birth story here.  It won't be easy.  A month's time has past and "New Mommy" brain has officially taken over.  Things are a bit fuzzy here and there but let me try..........

I woke up at 3 a.m. with contractions.  Not "OMG contractions!" but enough to wake me and keep waking me throughout the rest of the morning.   I woke up at 5 a.m. and called the maternity ward to see if we were still ok to come in,  or if we were getting bumped because they were too busy.  She said we could come in but to wait an hour more.  I couldn't go back to sleep at this point for I knew it was going to be my daughter's birthday.  Scared, excited, anxious, emotional.  You name the emotion and I had it that morning.

We walked into the hospital not knowing how the day would play out.  I knew my platelet count the day before was 103 and wasn't sure if I was going to be able to have an epidural as an option for pain management.  We checked in and got settled.  It was nice to see such familiar faces of the nurses who we had gotten to know over the last 3 years from our other 2 children's births.  They were all so amazing that day and I can't be more thankful for how much they put me at ease. 

They took more blood right off the bat to do another platelet count.  They hooked me up to the monitors and low and behold I was still having those contractions!  Every 8 minutes!  This girl was making her own birthday and not letting someone pick it for her.  The nurses joked that they thought I just needed a "sniff of pitocin" to get things going and boy, were they right!  I was relieved at this because I felt the time was just right.  They got the IV started and then my blood work came back.  Platelets were now at 95.  @#%$#%!!  I was so afraid of what that would mean.  My doc was in the OR and we were kinda waiting on him to set up a game plan before they started the Pitocin.  A couple hours later he still hadn't come in to see me yet so a mid-wife checked me and she said that I was still at about 2 cm and 75% or so effaced.  Same as what I came in being.   She thought we should just go ahead with the Pitocin and let the doc know to come in and talk to me as soon as he was available.  I agreed and they started the drip at 10:30 a.m.    I was dying to know what the doc thought about the platelets now being below the 100 number cut-off for the epi.    I knew either way I had to be strong.  As the contractions grew, I went further into myself and focused on a positive outcome.  I had to keep my eye on the prize. 

The doc finally came in checked me and I was still about the same so he broke my water.  I used music, acupressure points, aromatherapy and breathe to get through and I was doing great if I do say so myself.  My husband  left the hospital to let our dogs out and grab lunch since I had only been on the pitocin for about a half hour or so.  By the time he got back I could no longer talk through contractions.  It took all my focus to relax and let the body do what it needed to do.  Pain with a purpose I kept saying to myself.  And yes, I was still chanting "Clear Eyes, Full heart, Can't Lose!"  It helped.  I finally got the ok for the epidural whenever I wanted one.   They figured that with the cut-off being at 100 and I was at 95, given my history that I was below 100 2 times in the past they would allow it.  I had to basically agree that I was aware that I could die or have serious complications because of this and believe it or not I said yes.  Seems weird to me now that I would agree to such a thing but I thought that if I was ok twice before I would be ok again.  It was always tricky for me to decide when  to ask for one.  You can't ask too soon and you don't want to miss your window of opportunity so to speak. 

At 1:00 the nurses switched out for lunch and at this point I was thinking I may need to ask for the epidural soon.  She checked me again and I was 6-7 cm and there was only a bit of cervix left.  I know if was time to ask.  20 minutes later I was getting the epidural and I was in SOOOO much pain while I was getting it I was kicking myself for not getting it sooner.  I did manage to make jokes after a contraction though about "singing" a song to the anesthesiologist.  It was more of a song of "OOOOOOOOOOOh OOOOOOOOh AAAAAAW AAAAAAAAAAAw OOOOOOOOOOh!"  I said after that, "how did you like that song?" which cracked up everyone in the room which was the nurses, my husband, my mother and sister.  My team of support.  For some reason this time around I didn't want to do much hand holding like I hand done in the past.  I preferred  to squeeze the bed-rail and not have anyone touch me.  Not sure the difference with this one but maybe it was because I know this my MY time and MY labor and I could and would do this. 

In the short time that is took to put the epidural in my back  and the nurses telling me to lay down on my back to spread the medicine around my body, things went into high gear!  As I was laying back I needed to push!  Like NOW!!  Right now!!!!

I remember the nurses saying to wait for the doc and not to push.  They said he would be here in 30 seconds and I know I through some nasty looks around the room.  Perhaps directed at my husband.  Not sure what he did to deserve that but he did get me pregnant!  It was his fault.

I screamed "I am pushing"  and "what do I do" and those now mean nurses said not to push and to breath threw it,  The doc arrived and said he wanted to see me push once.  I pushed and everyone saw the baby coming out!  He QUICKLY got on his scrubs.  I pushed 3 times and she was here.  Thank God she was here. 1:42 p.m.

Joy. Relief.  Love.  

Then another miracle happened.  My placenta delivered on it's own.  So, I kind of had this baby naturally.  Sort of.  The epidural never had time to start working and yet, I survived. And I do think with or without induction, she was having a birthday.  I did it!  We did it.

After she was born and placed on my chest she stayed there all day.  The nurses never took her away to do APGAR scores that I can recall,  they never swooped her away to be cleaned up or measured or weighed.  They just let us be.  I think they knew this was a special moment for us.  One not to be disturbed.  One to be cherished.  It was only much later in they day I found that she weighed 7 pounds and 6 ounces and it wasn't until late that night after she went into the nursery to be cleaned up, that I found her height was 19 1/2".    The stats didn't matter.  Scores didn't matter.  She mattered and always will.

The Mirena did not come out and is still in me.....somewhere.  The plan is to see the doc in a few weeks and schedule surgery to remove it.  More on that later.  My blood counts should go back to normal range soon if they haven't already. 

All the worry about her is over.  

Right now let me get back to swooning over this new love of mine.

Prayers answered...........even the ones I didn't know I had prayed for.......another child. 

Thank you for her.

Mama Nic