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“This kid is proud and endowed…”

It all started at 2 am yesterday when I was awakened by the strong urge to run to the bathroom and eject my dinner. From then until about 5 am I had to pray to the porcelain gods every 15-30 min. Finally, I got a two hour break and slept. But the mass exodus of nutrient and liquid from my body continued periodically through the day. I was managing small sips of liquids (Pedialite is the most awful stuff ever, by the way) and actually thought I was managing the situation pretty well.

I am pretty sure this wasn’t typical morning sickness, although even Stephen had a hard time believing that at first given my history. Thing is I really haven’t been that sick this pregnancy compared to the other two. I have felt nauseous and there were a few dry heaving sessions early in the morning right at that 6-8 week intense period, but overall this pregnancy has been pretty easy. The last week and a half I have felt pretty good. I made dinner a couple nights and have been catching up on household chores like laundry and I even made it out of the house a few times to do some fun stuff with the kids. There is a stomach bug going around here (among other things like influenza, and the mucus/fever producing virus our kids and I got) I knew several people experiencing it.

Anyway, this just wasn’t like morning sickness. I know I am pregnant and that seems most probable, but I know my body and I knew this was some kind of stomach virus or food poisoning. A catalogue of what we’d eaten the past few days indicated that food poisoning would also be striking some other family member at this point that I’d shared a meal with. Since everyone else felt fine, knew that wasn’t it.

There was a misadventure yesterday while I was home with the kids by myself in my less than tip top shape. I didn’t want to get out of bed really so we closed off the upstairs, put Bean in diapers and let the kids have free reign of our bedroom and theirs. They checked in periodically with me, but mostly played nicely and quietly by themselves. However, dress up clothes, LittlePeople blocks, books, a rocking horse and a farm toy only could take them so far.

Late in the morning they made their way into our room and began raiding the closet. Sprout has a thing for my patent red Chinese Laundry flats so they were first to come out of the closet for sister to try to wear. This was followed by pretty much every other shoe we owned plus a few scarves and belts they were able to pull down.

At some point during all this I was called to my second favorite place that morning (with my bed being the first). When I was able to emerge, to my horror Sprout was walking around gnawing on a hunk of shoe polish and Bean was grinding the rest into the floor with the metal shoe polish canister. I swooped Sprout up and grabbed the big black waxy chunk out of his hands in a complete panic. Both kids had shoe polish all over themselves. I called Stephen screaming, “What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?” frantically into the phone. He texted the poison control hotline number over while I held Sprout under the sink to wash his mouth out of most of the particles. It didn’t seem like he swallowed much, just chewed on it. I got on the phone with poison control and the woman said, “You know, it’s mostly just wax with a little bit of dye in it. I really don’t expect much to happen.” Phew! I put Sprout in his crib and made Bean sit on her bed while I tried to clean up most of the mess. Then I promptly threw up. Called Stephen back to let him know it was all OK.

He came home for lunch and put the kids down for a nap and the rest of the day was uneventful. Though, Bean did pull out all the cloth diaper baskets and had strewn the cloth diapers all over her room after her nap, for fun. At one point I even started to feel more hungry (starving) than sick and managed to keep a few crackers and some toast down for three hours. But it wasn’t meant to be and back out it all came.

Stephen got home from work not too long after the kids woke up from their naps, although it was much too long for Sprout who had a stinky I couldn’t really deal with. He was kind of angry about it. Stephen got the kids changed and loaded up with plans for In-N-Out for dinner (I was obviously abstaining).

Well, about 10 min after he left I started feeling crampy low in my pelvis. Not good. Then they started to get regular, 30 seconds long and 3 min apart. What. The. Heck. I hadn’t thrown up most of the afternoon. I had been doing good with my sips of juice and water. Not good enough apparently.

Called Stephen, “I need to go to the ER right now. I am having contractions.” Left a message for my midwife to update her on this latest development and Stephen was back home. After a quick change (I know this is low priority, but I am vain and my snowman PJ pants were not appropriate plus they really clashed with the bright orange tank top I had on) we were in the car and a few minutes later checking in to the ER.

I hate hospitals and pretty much wanted to turn around and leave. But I didn’t and got checked in quickly. Then more waiting. Sister-in-law and her husband came by. She sat with me while Stephen went back to the house for overnight supplies with the kids and his brother-in-law and to eat since my call interrupted that earlier.

I met with the on-call doctor. She said it sounded like a stomach bug too and that they’d seen a lot of it. I would be having an IV to get me hydrated, blood work to check my electrolyte levels, anti-nausea meds, an ultrasound and a pelvic exam during my stay. They would get me a room ASAP. Nice. Mostly this was old hat for me after everything I went through with Bean’s pregnancy. I knew what to expect, but why did I need a pelvic exam?

Anyway, sister-in-law got to go back with me for the ultrasound (Stephen still wasn’t back yet). The ultra-sound tech had a good sense of humor. He looked at baby. Baby was measuring 16 weeks, not the 14 from my due date. And even though we told him I didn’t want to know the gender before I knew it there he was with the legs splayed on the screen for all to see.

“Are you sure you don’t want to know?”
“Well I can pretty much see it.”
“Yeah, this kid’s proud and endowed. Hmmm oh wait, no that might be the umbilical cord. Let me take a look here…”

He then switched to the blood flow view and decided it was the umbilical cord.

“So, still unconfirmed. You get your surprise.”

When I came back Stephen was there. Got to talk to our midwife. She said they wanted to do a pelvic exam to see if I was dilated at all, but I could decline it. I decided this seemed like a good reason.

So a blood draw for blood tests (which came back normal), two bags (liters) of saline, lots of shivering, some Reglan (hate that stuff all it ever does is make me go to the bathroom), four near emergency trips to the bathroom, more shivering, some Imodium, some Zofran and a pelvic exam (which showed I was not dilated) later, it was 11 pm and they were discharging me with a dose of Zofran to take home and a prescription for more.

Overall the experience was much better than any at the ER in Bakersfield, but I still hate hospitals and getting IVs.

Got a great night of sleep. Woke up with a Zofran headache and actually don’t feel too nauseous. Hope today is better and I can keep down food.

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Some creepy 3D ultrasound pictures…

So I had an ultrasound yesterday. I guess I’m not like all the cool, want-to-peek-at-my-child-every-chance-I-get-before-he’s-born kind of moms and almost opted out of this one. But then I had a weird dream the other night that I wound up having a girl instead and our whole family was mad at me. And they were demanding that I get pregnant again. It was pretty ridiculous, but I was crying when I woke up. So I kept the appointment.

The “protrusion,” as the ultrasound tech put it, was still there. I guess that means I can sleep soundly now because we’re still having a boy.

I also find the 3D ultrasound pictures to be pretty creepy looking. But it was all part of the exam yesterday and before I knew it 4 pictures of his face and hand that he would not move away from his face were thrust into my hands compliments of the perinatologist’s office.

Also, I have a nickname/blog alias for the boy: Sprout. My mom first suggested it and then another friend did too. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to really go with a vegetable theme (particularly since Bean’s nickname comes from the shorter version of her real nickname which is a derivative of jellybean and has nothing to do with the other kind of beans) so I asked my Facebook friends for input, but nothing they suggested was really much better or anything all my friends hadn’t used before (like peanut). And we all know I like vegetables. So it works.

Anyway, Sprout is measuring right on for 27-28 weeks, which is about where I think I am. Their estimates are that he currently weights 2lbs 7oz, though I don’t put much stock into weights and measures from ultrasounds, even the ultrasound tech said they are pretty inaccurate. The perinatologist said he looks good and healthy and sees no other reason for me to have another ultrasound unless my OB decides otherwise.

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20 weeks (give or take)

So even though I’m still in my pajamas and might actually stay that way today (it’s my birthday, I’m allowed), I figured I couldn’t let another week go by without documenting this pregnancy at least a little.

A few pictures from this morning:

Few things…

I don’t know how my tummy and this baby are growing considering I’ve only gained one pound (net). But they are. Neither my midwife or my OB are worried about it. But I still can’t help wondering where the heck that tummy comes from. It’s got to weigh something, right?

Umm, my hair. Does anyone else out there feel like their hair COMPLETELY morphs when they are pregnant? I mean yes, there is the more/thicker phenomenon that is usually attributed prenatal vitamins, but I honestly haven’t been that great about taking them and I am still experiencing it so I don’t really know if the vitamins are what causes it. What I’m talking about though is completely different texture and volume. I now have tons of random little hairs I find in my head that are so kinked up that you would swear that it isn’t possible for them to grow from my head. It is completely frizzy and poofy, but still oily and flat by the end of the day. I always blow dry my hair after a shower which makes it stay pretty straight, but now when I do that it really doesn’t seem to help. An hour later my hair is wavy in some parts (especially by the nape of my neck) and straight in others (like on top). So yesterday I tried to scrunch it with product and not fight the wave/curl, but I really hate my hair feeling all crunchy and weighed down by tons of product. Plus, a few hours later I still had the same partially straight/curly/wavey thing going on and it still looked bad. I just don’t know what to do with it. Spending tons of time in front of a mirror with a straightening iron just isn’t practical for me and I really don’t want to fry my hair that much anyway. If you have easy beauty secrets to share, please do so.

The boy thing. Honestly, I’m over it. I was over it the next day when I saw my doctor. I was definitely over it Saturday night when we walked through the mall and window shopped boy clothes. Besides, when you read stuff like this, it really puts things into perspective. A healthy baby is all that really matters, right?

So yeah, saw my doctor again the day after the ultrasound and seriously again I have to just praise how cool and laid back he is! Still nothing was said about the midwife homebirth thing. I brought up some things from my last appointment with our midwife and he talked about them with me completely cool and calm just like he was would when working with any other medical professional. I can’t tell you how many times my other OB full on sneered when I brought up something my midwife said during Bean’s pregnancy.

The main thing we talked about was hyperthyroidism again. At my last blood draw that my midwife did, my TSH levels were a little on the abnormal side. She said that when she looked into it that basically since I’m not experiencing any symptoms of hyperthyroidism that it is up to me whether I want to go on medication for it and whether the risks of the medication really outweight the benefits of it. Last time around my OB just said I really need to be put on medication and didn’t give me much insight or options into it. Well, if you’ve read this blog for long you know that after giving birth I found out that the medication I was on could cause Bean to have hypothyroidism. She had to get her blood drawn once a month for the first six months of her life and she is supposed to get subsequent screenings for it every single year for the rest of her life. Looking back, I don’t know that the medication really did all that much for me last pregnancy and if I had known about the blood draws for Bean I probably wouldn’t have taken it.

So anyway, I gave my doctor copies of my labs and we talked about what my midwife said and the results.

“Well your results aren’t really that glaring to me. Actually your T3 and T4 levels, which are more active and a better indicator have gone down since the first blood draw she did. So that is really encouraging for me. Experiencing the amount of nausea, vomiting and weight loss that you did can really mess with your thyroid levels. Were you still feeling sick at this last draw?”

“Yes.”

“OK. Well then that could be the reason for the levels on here. I think we should redraw in two weeks and see where you are at. Since you are feeling much better they might be back to normal. You don’t feel hot or like your heart is racing? I mean other than how this heat can induce?”

“No, I don’t have any symptoms like that. It’s funny, I’ve completely adjusted to the weather here after only a few months. My friends in Bakersfield are so excited this week that it is cooled off there in the 80s and I’m over here complaining about it.”

“Yeah, this heat can make anyone feel like they have hyperthyroidism. Anyway, like I said your levels really aren’t that glaring to me. I’ll check with an endocrinologist and see what they have to say, but I don’t think you need to go on medication and I completely understand your concerns about not wanting to subject your new baby to blood draws. I’m sure that is not fun.”

With regards to the ultrasound and screening test…

“Well I talked to the perinatologist this morning and he said there were no markers for Downs Syndrome and that the baby is measuring behind what your LMP says it should be.”

“Right. Just like I thought because I have longer cycles and ovulate later than most women.”

“But he said everything looks good. Now, since the measuring dates are so far off what we could do is contact the state and ask them to recalculate your numbers based on the dates of the new measurements. I don’t know if they’d actually do that though. Or we could redraw and send them off again. But honestly if he says there are no markers I’m comfortable with that and don’t see any reason to act if you are not concerned.”

“I’m not concerned and I’m really not interested in participating in another test with them.”

“Yeah, I think that is a good decision. The ultrasound and your history give us no reasons for concern.”

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Boy.

So as you can see from the title of this post we decided to go ahead and find out what we were having.

There were a couple reasons behind this. One being that I’m really good at looking at ultrasounds. Like seriously, I think I should have been an ultrasound tech. Even when I got ultrasounds on other body parts like my liver or kidneys in the past, I knew EXACTLY what I was looking at and didn’t really need the tech to tell me what they saw. So I was pretty sure, that even if we told the tech not to tell us what we were having, I would have seen and known anyway.

I was actually still really torn about the decision even in the room. When she asked us at the beginning of the appointment, I said, “Yeah. I guess so. We’ll find out. I’ve been really torn about it.” So then she said we would wait until the end of the appointment to do it and she would ask again. Well, when she was measuring the legs and all that I totally saw the boy parts like four or five times. However, my attachment to the idea of having a girl was hoping I was wrong. But alas, I was not. Everyone else got their wishes and prayers answered for a boy.

So the other reason I wanted to find out is that I knew that if we were having a boy I’d need some time to process that fact. And I do. Don’t get me wrong, I totally love this baby and I know upon giving birth I’ll get that love rush hormone as soon as I lay eyes on him. And I do already love some ideas about having a boy… that Stephen can get into baseball with him, that there’s finally a grandson (and a great grandson) in the family, that little boys (or so I’ve heard) are not nearly as dramatic and emotional as little girls, cute little boy clothes I love whenever I go to Target or Babies R Us, etc.

I just know that this is the last time for me and I was pretty dang attached to the idea of having another little girl. Pregnancy is just way too hard on me physically and emotionally. I can’t go through it again. I just can’t. This time around wasn’t half as bad as with Bean and I still say that. After this baby is born we are taking some permanent measures so that I don’t get pregnant again.

And I know adoption is always a possibility and something that I’ve wanted to do, in which I could then bestow my treasured girl name upon a new family member. But honestly, one kid is already overwhelming enough for me and the idea of two still seems like so much to deal with, making the idea of a third child just completely unfathomable at this point.

No one seems to understand how I’m feeling and I don’t expect them to. Stephen’s worried that the baby will have a complex that he wasn’t good enough or not wanted, or like me and my sisters wondered if we would have met our parents expectations more perfectly had we been the four little boys (little league players) they had always hoped for (instead of half a softball team, as the “joke” always went). And I don’t want that for this boy, but I also don’t quite know how to immediately flip the switch off that had me so attached to the idea of a girl. So we found out and now I have several months to fall in love with the idea of having a boy.

I don’t know how to explain it any better than that and I really don’t expect anyone to “get” this. Honestly, I’m sure you’re all thinking that I’ve just said some of the most horrible things I possibly could have and how could I, the girl who got all preachy about how we would love this child in spite of a possible Downs Syndrome diagnosis, say that I am basically devastated at the idea that I’m having a boy? I guess it just all goes right along with all the other horrible and insulting things I’ve said on here (regretfully) in the past. Like I said, I don’t know how to explain it to you any better than I have.

So anyway, enough about that. On to the other main reason for the ultrasound. The baby is completely and totally healthy. There are no markers for Downs Syndrome. The perinatologist that we saw yesterday completely got my whole cycle thing and actually had a few words about the state run AFP test, which he refuses to participate in. 🙂

According to the ultrasound, I’m measuring about a week farther behind than my due date calculations based on ovulation. It should be noted though that ultrasounds beyond fourteen weeks for dating are not accurate, but if this baby is anything like Bean in coming late and it keeps an OB off my back for an extra week, I’m all about going with the flow on that one. Basically as I said before, we’ll have our baby sometime in late December or early January and if I had to bet on it I’d say it is more likely to be early January.

Oh and we do have a name for the boy, but as with Bean, we aren’t going to be sharing it here on the blog. If you are my friend on Facebook (meaning I actually know you), you already know the name (or if you missed that, check the comments section under the “boy” announcement and you’ll see it). If you are a friend or family member not on Facebook reading this and want to know just e-mail or text and I’ll tell you. The name is set. We’ve been pretty attached to this boy name since the last pregnancy. So, we’re not looking for criticism thankyouverymuch. And it would also be appreciated if you don’t talk about the fact that you don’t like our name choice with other family members or friends because those sorts of things always seem to find a way back to the person they were about. My theory on this is as such: If you don’t like our name choice, tough. You have either already had the chance or will someday have the chance to name your own children. This is our family and our choice and what we like. Keep your opinions to yourself.

Anyway, here’s a profile shot:

With Bean I didn’t feel uncomfortable posting the “money shot”. Mostly because, well, there was nothing there to see. For some reason though I really feel uncomfortable posting the same ultrasound pic for this boy because there is something there to see. So yeah, not posting it.

That’s about it.

I am planning a weekly update on Bean (which is already a day late), but wanted to wait until I could take some pictures of her with my new camera which finally arrived on Monday. However, I am STILL waiting on a memory card for it to show up even though I paid extra to have it overnighted. The card should have been here yesterday. Yeah, I’m pretty pissed about that fact.

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Confused? Let me enlighten you…

It is FAR too early in the pregnancy to detect the sex of the baby. I don’t know what some people were seeing in this ultrasound, but it wasn’t what they thought or wanted it to be. The sex can’t be determined by ultrasound until 16-20 weeks.

If you want to throw old wives tales into the mix, however…
Lots of morning sickness = girl
Heart rate over 140 = girl
Intercourse two days before ovulation = girl
Craving sweets and fruit = girl
Craving salt and cheese = boy
Acne = girl
Dry hands = boy
Age (24) + Conception Month (12) is even = girl
Just be patient people!

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Everything is OK

Everything is OK. No tubal pregnancies or anything scary. The baby is healthy.

I am 8 weeks and 5 days which is only two days off from what I thought I was and over two weeks off what the doctor thought.

Baby’s heart rate is 179.

Due date is Sept. 13.

My doctor decided to change up my medication on the home IV care. No more Pepcid through the IV because it isn’t working. I now will be getting the Zofran in my IV and continue with the Phenergan.

Lee came over today and our house is now beautiful. I am so thankful for that. She is like a cleaning machine.

I ate real food tonight for the first time in weeks. Rice and beans with cheese and some Spanish rice. It was delish.

I’m still feeling pretty icky, but I’ve only thrown up once today. That’s an improvement over yesterday. The doctor thinks that last week when I was throwing up every five minutes that was probably the peak of it. I sure hope so. I hope it just gets better from here.

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