Sheesh, I took a break on a negative note last year. Things got stressful and crazy. Things continued to be stressful and crazy. Yet somehow my head didn’t explode. My goal at this point is to return to blogging with a post a week. I have a two-month-old. I’m not sure this is going to happen, but it’s worth a shot.
Anyway, the wee one is sleeping, so I get a chance to try to give a quick update of life events in the last 7 months.
I found out we were having a girl! She quickly receives the nickname Pony, and this is most likely what I will refer to her as on this blog.
There was a knife fight in our cul-de-sac.
I get sick while in Kansas City taking classes and need to go home. My mother drove to get me because Mr. NaW was unable to. Her car broke down in the garage of the hotel. We are unable to find a car to rent to get home, because Nascar is in the city for the weekend. My friend from the program was leaving early that evening, and we were able to hitch a ride to a distance Mr. NaW was able to pick us up.
We were looking to buy a house, but were turned down for a mortgage – Not surprising considering the amount of student loan debt involved, but disappointing since we’d found a place on the outskirts of town we really, really liked that we felt we could afford.
I start feeling really sick when eating. I realize that I most likely have gestational diabetes, but my OB didn’t seem too concerned with getting it diagnosed until further along in the pregnancy.
One night Mr. NaW and I are sitting in our living room and hear gunshots. We call 911 after ducking for cover. The police find unspent bullets in our front yard, because one of our (numerous) bad neighbors managed to drop them while shooting at whomever they were shooting at.
We went to Arkansas for Thanksgiving. About ten minutes after getting home, the police are knocking on my door wanting to know if we knew anything about the burglary next door. A week later the same thing happened. It’s at this point that we became desperate to find another place to live. Fast. We’d had enough.
We found an awesome duplex for cheap with a fenced in yard and beautiful view out the back window. Best of all, we would be surrounded by couples and widows who are all older than us. The family that is renting it approves us without even doing a background check.
I manage to get through giving a 20 minute presentation on my business plan despite being unmedicated for my social anxiety disorder. I graduate from my ag business program.
I am still really sick from food. I’m not shocked when I’m diagnosed around Christmas with gestational diabetes. I end up having to go onto medication because diet was unable to control it.
We start moving across town at the end of the month. We don’t finish until February. We love our new place, but I will never move again while pregnant.
I finally have my blood sugar under control, and am feeling better. We’re still stressing about moving. My blood pressure starts looking kind of strange, but it’s chalked up to my social anxiety disorder and my OB’s waiting room.
About the time I start nesting at the beginning of the month, I wind up in the hospital for observation due to my blood pressure. I get diagnosed with gestational hypertension, which means I’ll have to be induced a week earlier than my due date. It also lands me in the full-blown high risk category for my pregnancy. I have biophysical profiling and an appointment once a week because of it. I also get stuck on bed rest.
The next day I go into latent labor that comes and goes for the next month. Yes, I was technically in labor for a month.
My glucose readings are no longer controlled by medication. I have access amniotic fluid that makes me measure way beyond 42 weeks. My blood pressure is a mess. We bump up induction to the beginning of week 39.
I go in on a Sunday to be induced. After 36 hours of labor with back labor that wasn’t covered by the epidural and 3 hours of pushing, Pony is born via forceps delivery. At some point I might just write out her birth story, but I’m currently pretty traumatized by it.
|5 hours after birth.
I struggle with being a mom and recovering from a third degree laceration from delivery. They only give me 3 days worth of pain medication. I wind up in urgent care and on blood pressure medication, because my blood pressure is completely out of control. I go back onto preclampsia watch for a month.
My mother stays with us for two weeks helping take care of the baby. I am absolutely terrified when she finally starts going home at night instead of staying with us, because I am drugged to the gills and dealing with blood pressure issues. On top of this, Pony is recovering from a broken collar bone from delivery and suffering from gastrointestinal distress.
We start what end up being weekly trips to the pediatrician because she is constantly screaming from gas and spitting up large amounts of breast milk when she eats. We get told it’s normal. I already know at this point that it’s not.
Her body breaks out in a rash. I, once again, get told it’s normal, but my gut tells me it’s not.
Pony starts projectile vomiting towards the end of the month, and we find ourselves dealing with an inconsolable baby who is screaming and crying up to 20 hours a day.
March blends into April. At some point we rule out pyloric stenosis via ultrasound, but the reflux Pony is suffering continues to get worse. I’m starting to suspect a food allergy. The doctor had already suggested I cut out “gassy food,” but didn’t really think that would help.
I cut out caffeine and obvious dairy. Some symptoms get better. Some continue to get worse.
The entire family comes down with a wicked RSV infection. Pony gets her first trip to the ER at 6 weeks after breathing difficulty, but is not admitted for observation. We spend the next 4 days wanting to die from our own illness while taking care of a miserable newborn.
Our doctor finally writes a prescription for Zantac for the reflux. For the first time since she was born, we actually get to see a bit of Pony’s personality instead of just a baby in terrible pain. Some things get better. Other things continue to get worse.
Pony is breastfeeding every 45 minutes to an hour and refuses to take a bottle so I can get some rest. I get told that if I want to breastfeed, I won’t be able to go back on medication for bipolar disorder.
By this point I’m convinced we have food allergies or sensitivities on our hands, but I can’t get a single doctor to agree with us. Our lactation consultant, however, completely agrees with us. She also helps us start to teach Pony to drink from a cup after a supplemental feeder wouldn’t work on Mr. NaW’s finger. And she shows me a list of medications I can safely take if I need to for my mental heath.
I begin working on correcting an oversupply issue and an overactive let-down.
I decide to cut hidden dairy and wheat out of my diet. Pony gets slightly better and continues to after just a few days. I eat soy sauce. Things get ugly. I cut soy, too. Things start getting better again.
We still have no idea exactly what we’re dealing with in regards to our daughter’s health, but we have all the symptoms of food allergies. She is still in pain from the reflux and gas. She doesn’t spit up or vomit as much since cutting food out.
Two days ago we tried to start her on vitamins only to find blood in her stools and all the symptoms of an allergy come back in horrible ways. We discontinued use and she’s doing better. I have yet to hear back from the company about what allergen derivatives are in their vitamins, but obviously there was something.
We have her 2-month appointment this week. I will be pressing the allergy issue more and requesting testing for Celiac Disease be done for her. Along with appointments for me, since I’m STILL dealing with postpartum issues physically. I won’t be tested for gluten-intolerance until after I’m done breastfeeding. Having already cut it out, I think I’m actually starting to feel a bit better in regard to pain, but time will tell.
|Say hello to Pony @ 2 months
Anyway… That has been what I’ve been up to. Hopefully at some point I’ll catch up on others’ blogs and see how everyone I’ve followed is doing.