Our God babies came to visit for 10 days while mommy went to see daddy in Spain. They haven’t even been gone 12 hours and it feels like my house is too empty and quiet. While they were here, they taught Little Hoot how to crawl.
Here are some snippets from our weekend. Basically lots of Pokemon hunting
Malcolm Levi David was born on January 22 at 2:24 pm weighing 6lbs and 13 ounces and 19inces long.
At my 36 week appointment my doctor informed us that my blood pressure was getting to high on a regular basis and that an induction would be scheduled for Saturday the 23rd for our safety. Of course I went home, panicked and started all kinds of googling about inductions. Most of what I found was in agreement with the Doctor. But then the weather report started coming in about what could be ” the storm of the century”. If you know me at all, I’ve been joking the whole pregnancy that he would be born with the snow, just because that would be our luck. On Tuesday they called to move my induction to Thursday so I would have to travel while it snowed.
Thursday morning we headed to the hospital at 6am. At 7:30 they inserted cytotec to help with dilation because I was not dilated at all. In the afternoon the inserted a foley bulb. That night they started pitocin. They whole time I was on pitocin little mans heart rate would drop slightly. A little after midnight my waters were broken. I was 6cm then with contractions every 2 minutes. I finally asked for a epidural and they backed off on the meds so both of us could get a little brake and recoup. At 7am when they came to check me and I had stalled and even gone backwards. They started pitocin again, this time Malcolm was not tolerating it, each contraction his heart rate would drop. Around noon I was checked again and was still a 5 so we started the discussion about a c-section. By then my epidural was wearing off. After having one and then being thrown into full blown contractions is not fun. Also the snow had started. They took me back at 2:15. He was out by 2:24. I was not able to do skin to skink on the table, although they would have let me. I was shivering too much from all the drugs. But Dady was able to for the whole time I was being stitched up.
We were able to come home on Sunday, we had to wait for the roads to be clear enough to drive on,and have had an awesome first week of life together. Tomorrow I should be 39 weeks pregnant but instead I get to cuddle my miracle baby.
Its hard to believe we have been back here in Virginia for a year. And what an amazing year it has been. We became God parents,jumped back into fertility treatments, found out we were pregnant on May 27th, on August 15th we saw our little Man. We are now 6 months along and boy were the first 17 weeks a doozy.
I was a train wreck, if I wasn’t puking I was feeing like I was about to. But it was like someone flipped a switch at 18 weeks. All of a sudden I was myself agin. Of course Little Hoot is now big enough to make himself known, so not exactly myself, but I am now back to being a functional person.
Since almost the get go, I have been talked to about Pre eclampsia. I have a few things against me for this condition. I have also had several UTIs and a bladder infection that caused bleeding at 19 weeks. Talk about a scare.
They are monitoring me for the Pre-e and have warned me that labor will not be stopped after 28 weeks. That is two weeks away.
We are mostly prepared with the basics, all we need is a carseat. We are hoping that because we are all set he will decide to stay in as long as possible.
This pregnancy has been fairly easy, nothing to make me say “I will never go through this agin”. Well at least not yet.
We are beyond excited for this parent hood journey to begin.
So much can happen in five years. Especially in our lives. In the summer of 2010 we graduated from high school, got engaged, and then married in a three month span. People thought I was pregnant (HA). People said to my face they gave it a year.
Our first year was hard. I moved twice in 9 months. And we only lived under the same roof for about 100 days.
Our second year was even harder, learning how to live together away from everyone we know. It was in this year we started to wonder why I couldn’t get pregnant.
Our third year we got into the swing of things, but still struggled with conception. I was very hard on myself. People knew we were trying but they didn’t know how much I was hurting. We also moved, yet again at the end of this year.
Year four, we took this whole year off from trying to make a family. We focused on becoming as healthy as possible. We absolutely loved this duty station. We made life long friends and it was a stress free place for us.
This past year, our fifth, started with stress. We knew we were moving, just had no idea where. We didn’t get official orders until a week before we moved. The whole month before we asked people to pray with us to be moved somewhere we needed to be, not where we wanted to be. When we got orders back to the east coast I cried. They only good thing about the area I could come up with was that I knew the hospitals.
This move was truly a blessing in disguise. We already knew they church we would attend and were able to jump right in. My Doctors sent me straight to specialists instead of making me redo a years worth of tests. We found out how powerful the acts or prayer and fasting truly are. This year we found out we are going to be parents! I bet God knew we couldn’t do all the moves with littles. We are now in a place for a long (for military) time. A place we have support.
I want to tell my love how much I cherish him. I doubt anyone else could deal with my brand of crazy. He has kept me grounded. I can not wait for the rest of our lives, and all the new adventures with our little boy and possibly more littles.
We are thankful to make it to this point. During our first ultrasound, the techs had a hard time finding baby. But then they changed a few settings and there was baby, and heart beat. I was measuring a week behind so they had me come back a week later to do more measurements. The next week baby had grown the way it should and they gave me a new estimated due date of Feb 8 2016. At this time they gave me the go ahead to see a regular OB or Midwife. They were not going to keep me high risk. We met our midwife a few weeks ago and got to see baby again. The ultra sound looked like a little gummy bear.
We also got to hear baby yesterday. I had to go to the ER for fluids and meds. I am fighting some type of bug and have not been able to eat or drink for a day or so. Baby’s heart rate was good.
Our next appointment is on the 25th, a day before our 5th wedding anniversary.
At 13 weeks the chance of miscarriage drops dramatically. I know that things do happen, but my heart is lighter making it to this point.
Our nest is growing.
You have been there for the last 4 years and 9 months.
You have fasted with us.
And you have prayed with us, and now we are asking you to keep praying.
This morning we got our double lines. The day I was supposed to start my cycle. This means Baby Hoot is the size of a poppy seed and has only been growing for two weeks.
We are announcing now because we truly truly believe in the power of prayer.
Please pray for a healthy, uneventful, pregnancy.
I believe that all conception is life. If this pregnancy does not go full term, we will still be parents. I am able to conceive babies. We will have people praying for us, and a support system in place.
Miscarriage is not shameful and I will not hide my pregnancy until it is “safe” to share.
“Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.” Mark 11:24