*This message gets a little personal...there's your warning guys.*
Yes we've had a bit of a tough week around here. Sorry to everyone who has left me phone messages this week (especially earlier in the week) and you just never heard back from me....emails too.
First of all Bridgers mom left on Monday morning/afternoon. She was only able to be here a day and a half, but it was so fun having her here, and we miss her so much. Good thing we will be seeing her again soon, less than one month away!
I took Hailey to her dermatologist appointment on Monday. It was supposed to be a standard check-up to follow up from her previous surgeries. Well, the birthmark/mole that was removed from her head has come back. It is growing and spreading down her head. What does this mean....more surgery. Yes I cried. After consulting with the doctor we have decided to wait (hopefully until she is 4) for the next surgery. She did not handle the last two surgeries well, and as long as there is not too big of a threat in waiting, we'd like to put it off until she can handle the surgery and recovery a bit better. Of course when they do the removal they will check for cancer again...but the doctor isn't too worried at this point. So, every 5-6 month (or more often if necessary) we will be going in to measure and exam her head and then when the timing is right schedule more surgery.
Monday night after FHE and the kiddos were in bed Bridger and I were relaxing and watching a little T.V. I went to go to the bathroom and discovered I was spotting, okay more than spotting. (Not a good thing when you are 16 weeks pregnant.) I freak out a little and tell B and lay down trying to relax and watch the rest of the show. I am cramping a little more as time goes on. After checking a few more times I am still spotting, but not too bad. I decide to go to bed and if it is bad in the morning to call my doctor. I wake up the next morning (Tuesday), to find the pain is much worse, the bleeding much worse, and clots.
I call my doctor, but their office is still closed. I talk to one of the answering girls and they tell me they will call the doctor and get right back to me. Well, knowing I'm not going to be any good for a while I immediatley start getting Carson ready for preschool, packing his lunch and snack, and assembling his bookbag. I get Hailey dressed, get them fed, etc. Still haven't heard back from the office so I call again. Now they are open so I talk to one of the nurses. She tells me to come right in and get checked out. I hang up the phone, go to get my purse and the phone rings again. It is the nurse telling me not to go to the doctor office, but straight to the ER. Ugh, so not what I wanted to hear. There was no ultrasound tech in the office that day, and so the doctor didn't want me going into the office first, then to the ER.
I call one of my neighbors and pretty much dump Hailey on them (thanks Becca!), and call one of Carsons preschool buddies and arrange for them to take him to preschool and pick him up after and take him to their house (thanks Jennifer). Then I call Bridger who was luckily at a dentist appointment that morning and not at work, and tell him I need him to take me to the hospital. So - we get to the hospital. I get checked in...they take me to do an ultrasound. They are checking the baby, placenta, fluid levels, etc. Well the tech says, so do you know if you are having a boy or a girl? I say, "no.....do you?" Well, she was 90% sure....and told me! I get wheeled back to my room where B is waiting with a smile on my face. I tell him I know what we are having and ask him if he wants to know. He was so excited...yep 90% sure we are having a boy. The doctor comes in and says the ultrasound looks great. AWESOME NEWS. She does an exam and says I'm still actively bleeding, but doesn't know why. So, they tell me to take it easy. They send me home and tell me if the pain gets worse, or the bleeding gets worse come back in. They also tell me bedrest will help with the cramps, but it isn't neccessary. I was so excited....no bedrest, I got to find out the sex of the baby, and the baby was healthy, no problems.
We grabbed some a late lunch and went home. Bridger went to get Hailey from Becca's and put her down for a nap. Then he went to go get Carson from Richies. I layed down pretty much all day and slept a lot. Well, that evening I started not feeling so good. Probably due to all the stress. I started puking my guts out every 45 minutes all through the night...poor B. Into the next morning I was still throwing up. B was alarmed because I was also throwing up a little blood. Yeah, that's just gross! I know Bridger really shouldn't have missed work the day before, and I tell him to go to work...that I'll call for help. He tells me no way, he's not going unless I've called someone and they are on their way. So at 6:10 a.m. I call my friend, Erin. Yep, I bet that was the worst call she's ever had at 6 a.m. Hey wake up right now and come take care of my kids all day would ya? The sweetie that she is of course says yes. She comes over and takes care of my kids all morning and afternoon, while doing my dishes and cleaning my house too. Yep. AWESOME FRIEND. I am feeling much better by the afternoon, have stopped throwing up, and the bleeding has slowed down. B gets home and takes care of the kids feeding them dinner and getting them to bed.
Thursday I wake up and feel a lot better. The bleeding has stopped and my stomach feels much better. I get Carson ready for preschool and we take him over. Hay and I come back home and I start picking up. Man can my house really get that wrecked in one day? I fix Hailey lunch and start to not feel so good. Yep, in the mere 3 hours I'd been moving around I'd overdone it. More bleeding, more cramps, ick. So, back on the couch I go. This is getting really old. I go pick up Carson from preschool and I park it on the couch until Bridger gets home.
So - what now? No idea. I'll go into the doctor and see what they have to say. I'm sure I'll hear...take it easy and lay down when it gets bad. UGH...for once could I have a normal, nice, pregnancy?
Anyways, sorry about the novel, but that has been our week.
Yum, Yum, Yum, gotta love cupcakes!
