My Newest Arrival

On June 19th I finally had my newest addition. Kellianne came into our lives at 1729 that night following a placenta abruption. Wow what a close call! I once again went to labor and delivery for some bleeding. After a bunch of tests and an ultrasound were done, the doctor could not find a reason for my bleeding. So, she was getting ready to let me go home and about twenty minutes into her thinking about letting me go home, I started to contract and go into labor. Next thing I knew, I was on my way to the operating room to have my baby via emergency c-section. I had just made it to 36 weeks and one day.

When the doctor opened me up she said my placenta abrupted and the baby had a lot of blood in her sack as well. Thankfully, she is healthy. She was 5 pounds 7 ounces and 18 inches long. Kellianne was able to leave the hospital with me two days later!!!

My recovery has been much easier this c-section verses the last c-section I had with Jakob. I have been able to do a whole lot more and I feel good. Thank God for real doctors.

I am 35 weeks!!!!

So far, I made it to 35 weeks!!! Now the next big milestone is 36 weeks. I really need to make it to 36 weeks so the baby doesn’t have to go to a different hospital and her lungs will be more mature.

I still haven’t found that “perfect” name yet. All suggestions are welcome. Feel free to leave a list. So far I have the following baby girl names on my list:
Olivia Madison
Alyssa Lynn
Kayla
Jenna
Jada
Maya
Ava
Nichole (for a middle name only)
Bailey

As you can see, I can’t decide. My spouse and I haven’t really had time to discuss names either. His hours suck. I think we email each other and talk on the phone more then we actually get to speak in person. Weird, but hey it works. Hopefully his hours will change after the baby is born…Hello, I’m going to need all the help I can get! I have two other kiddos.

Did I mention that I am going to have another C-section? Well I am, and to be honest I really don’t want another c-section. I had my first son with no drugs. It was a natural delivery, and he was 8 pounds and 1 ounce. My second son was an elected c-section since he too was predicted to be over 8 pounds. My first delivery was rough because he had shoulder dystocia and then he gave me a 4th degree tear. So you can see why I elected the c-section.

So why do I want to got through another natural delivery verses another c-section? Well because I had such a horrible experience. Maybe it was because I had him in a Navy hospital, but it sucked. I didn’t know who was performing the surgery and I felt like I was in a movie. All these people came in masked up…I didn’t know who was a doctor or who was a nurse. Not one person said a thing to me except the anesthesiologist (who was awesome). Then the surgery was performed. I had to keep asking is he out yet? No one ever answered me…so when I felt the tube going across my abdomen sucking out all the blood and fluids, I thought it was the baby convulsing or something…still no one answered me! Finally I ask my husband to look over the sheet and see if the baby was out. He looked over and said no. All I could think of was thank God! Finally I heard my baby...but they didn’t show me this baby and they didn’t tell me if it was a boy or girl. I did have an ultrasound saying it was a boy, but I wanted to be certain.

I told my spouse to go with the baby and not to let the baby out of his sight while they finished me up. Well then they hung up a diagram, A DIAGRAM, and started to close me up. A week after being home my incision began bleeding through bandages. My c-section was not closed by “someone” correctly…I just didn’t know who this someone was. So, I had 7 weeks of home care nurses coming several times a day to pack and unpack this open wound...needless to say, I was not healing very easily and I totally hate military hospitals.

I did find out who delivered my baby when I went back for my 6 week check up. When I had questions about the incision she gave me. She was really rude and told me following up on the incision (which was still not healed closed yet!) was not her “job”. Well, I filed a formal complaint and every survey I received about my experience at that hospital was filled out appropriately. I moved so I really have no idea what happened to that “doctor”, but I hope she had to go back for training or something.

Anyway, that experience is why I do not wish to have another c-section. Although I do have a ‘real’ doctor this time, I am still pretty nervo

My recent trip to labor and delivery at 34 weeks

Ok so if you know me you know I have two boys. One age 5 and the other will be two in July. I am currently 34 weeks pregnant (with a girl this time) and trying to avoid preterm labor. I was at work the other day when I started having Braxton Hick contractions on a pretty regular basis. Actually they were coming and going regularly for over a week, but I just ignored them since I was not in any “real” pain.

This time was different...I had some very faint spotting. I had a doctor appointment coming up in about 3 hours and I contemplated not calling and just waiting until I got to her office to tell her what was going on. Then I something in me said to call...I probably was hearing my spouse’s voice in my head telling me to stop being so stubborn and just call.

Well, I called and they told me to go right to labor and delivery. Ok so I work almost an hour away from the hospital and well I stopped by my house to take a “quick” shower. Yes I know…what was I thinking, right? Well I am a girl and I wanted to make sure all of my personal parts were well groomed before I had people poking and prodding me. The whole time I kept telling myself…I probably imagined the spotting and I am going to get there and waste everyone’s time.

Mind you, I still have yet to get a hold of my spouse at this time…ahhh the life of the military. I left messages everywhere for him. Thank goodness I wasn’t counting on him driving me to the hospital! LOL

So I waddled my booty to labor and delivery. I tell the nurse behind the counter my doctor sent me to get checked out. She is like ok let’s get you checked in. Well I give them a urine sample…there is always plenty where that comes from…then she hooks me up to the monitors and leaves the room. Hello…I still can’t get a hold of my husband!

Now that I am all hooked up and settled in for about a half an hour, she comes back in…except with two huge 16 oz cups of water and says start drinking. Don’t get me wrong I like water, but come on, hospital tap ice water. Yuk…and no thanks. Then she is like honey you are contracting every 3-4 minutes…we want to see if this will calm it down. Reluctantly I begin drinking…then she is like oh and I need to check your cervix. Great and I still can’t find the man who did this to me…

She checks me and says your 1 centimeter dilated. I think well that’s not bad…we all know you can be 1 centimeter for weeks. Then she leaves the room. Less then 5 minutes later she returns with a guy starting an IV on me and she gives me a shot of Terbutaline. I get the shakes head to toe and I STILL CAN NOT get a hold of my husband…did I mention we still haven’t decided on a name yet either. My nerves are a wreck and at this point I have no idea if I will be having this baby right then and there. Plus you guess it…still no husband. Then I hear my cell vibrate and grab it…it's him! He’s on his way to the hospital (mind you it's about a 45 minute drive for him). Fifteen minutes later….yes fifteen minutes later he walks in the door to my room. I am shaking head to toe…and just seeing him makes me feel better. Why? Because I won’t be doing this by myself after all and no matter how much we can fight, he is really good at this kind of stuff. By now I am on my second IV drip and having to pee like crazy. I have someone to help me up…yea!!!

A few hours later my doctor comes in, checks me, and reads the printouts from the monitors. She is letting me go home!!! But strict bed rest…okay did I mention I have two other kids under the age of 6? My, how the heck is this going to work? Well, so far it has been a challenge, but I have to try to keep her in for at least two more weeks…otherwise she will be transferred to a hospital over an hour away. We shall see how this goes…wish me luck.