This is the blog I was going to post last week before the death of my brother-in-law. Next blog will be an update of what has happened since then with new baby pictures.
I feel like I am coming out of a nightmare. The past couple of days have been really tough, but I think I am more in control now. (Isn't the idea that you can control your world a funny one?!? Does God get a kick out of us mere mortals thinking we control things in our world?)
Anyway, Ian and I made our first trip to Children's Hospital on Thursday morning. (The little bugger didn't even make it to 1 month old before he had to check out Children's!) As most of you know we have been having issues with feeding. I think we finally have them worked out, but what a rollercoaster ride it has been.
We have been back and forth to the Drs. office to check Ian's weight. (I feel like I have been there every day, but it really has just been every other day.) Wednesday morning, Ian's weight was about the same as it had been on Monday morning. So again, the Dr. had me nurse him before we left the office and he gained a half of an ounce. The Dr. and I decided to supplement him with a little more with formula to see if we could get any more weight on him.
I came home and the rest of the evening was marked by an unhappy baby that kept throwing up each time he had any formula. In addition to all that, I had hives all over my body from the stress in my life. (Imagine that, I have enough stress to cause me to get the hives!) So, I hop on the internet to see if I can take any allergy medicine to stop the hives before I had to go to the hospital myself. In my searching, I discovered that one of the medicines I am on is probably being excreted in the breast milk!! So, I made a management decision to pump the breastmilk, take the allergy medicine and not directly breastfeed Ian until I talked to the Dr. in the morning. Thank goodness my Mom and Beth were here. The allergy medicine knocked me out of my misery and Mom took care of Ian for most of the night. Meanwhile, they both did their best to keep me as calm as possible so that the hives didn't get worse until the medicine kicked in.
By Thursday morning, Ian was projectile vomiting each time you touched him. (FYI: Each time you tell the Dr. that the child is spitting up, they want to make sure that he is not projectile vomiting. So, I knew that this new development spelled real trouble.) Let me tell you, that projectile stuff is amazingly frightening. How can something so small, shoot vomit that far away!!?!? I kept watching him, waiting for his head to spin around and green stuff to spew out of him everywhere! Needless to say, I was on the phone to the Dr. immediately in just a bit of a panic. I have been a very calm and patient person where Ian in concerned, but cleaning up vomit 3 feet from his head, upset me just a little. (FYI: Calm and patient is not my normal routine. What a difference this little person has made in my life?!)
The nurse, after she called me down, said to bring him in as soon as possible to see the Dr. I got to the office and paced until Dr. Sonny came in the exam room door. He sent us to Children's Hospital for an ultrasound of Ian's stomach. He wanted to check to see if the outlet from the stomach to the small intestine was either too large or too small. (It is called pyloric stenosis and is fairly common in babies.) He also instructed me to wait at the hospital until the results were called to his office. At that point, I was certain we would be staying at the hospital for a possible surgery. Why else would it matter for me to wait there for the results?!?! Mark wasn't due home until Friday afternoon! Slight panic mode set in needless to say.
They did the test and Ian slept through the entire thing!! Lucky kid! Then, they put us in a private consultation room. Again, PANIC! Why do we need to be in a private room for the results to be called in!?! After about 5 minutes, the Dr called and said the flow rate to his intestine was fine. He recommended that we switch to a soy formula and no longer breastfeed. Thank God!!!
Apparently, Ian was not getting enough food from the breastmilk, just enough liquid to keep him hydrated. This in combination with the possibility that my medicine was being excreted in the breastmilk, made the Dr. want to stop breastfeeding. Ian is also allergic to the first formula we tried which explains the crying, fussing and vomiting of Thursday morning.
Needless to say, I have spent many hours beating myself up about the pain this poor child has been through. I know that there was nothing I could do, it just all had to play out the way that it did. But, he was so unhappy and uncomfortable, it is hard to not blame yourself and do the "what if" game. I wish I could have breastfeed him longer, but at least I got 2 weeks into him. Hopefully, that will be enough to boost his immunities, etc. We will just have to rely on God and prayers to take care of the that one. But, at least he didn't have to go thru surgery!
As of today, he is a much happier child. He is gobbling down the soy formula, filling diapers and sleeping peacefully. I still have to be careful not to feed him too much at a time, but it is an amazing transformation. And, he remains blissfully unaware of all the other chaos in our lives. I can hardly wait for the next weight check because he already looks better/fatter to me!
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Monday, June 26, 2006
Report from the Pediatrician
Ian gained an ounce!!! After the initial weigh in, the Dr. had me nurse him in the office so that they could weigh him again. (That way they can determine how much breastmilk he is actually getting.) The really good news is he gained another ounce after nursing and that was after filling his diaper! (Gotta love that poop face!) So, we are now within 2.5 ounces of his birth weight. We have to go back on Wednesday for another weight check. Keep your fingers crossed that he puts on another ounce or two. I will keep you all posted.
In other news: The Dr. cleared me this morning too. I can drive, walk up and down stairs, etc. I don't have to go back to the Dr. again for 4 weeks. It's really strange not being able to do things that you normally would do every day. But on the other hand, I really have not felt like driving or going anywhere so it made very little difference. Wow, has my life changed! It moves at a much slower pace and I am going to do my best to keep it that way. I really enjoy the quiet time I get to spend with Ian at home. And, I really don't miss running all the errands, etc. (Those of you that know me well are probably dying right now!)
The Dr. also made a point of letting me know that I did not have to suffer through the "baby blues". I think after the Andrea Yates tragedy that the Drs. are really tuned into postpartum depresssion. I told the Dr. about all that was going on and was assured that I probably had too much on my plate. The weird thing is I really don't feel depressed in a true sense. I just get overwhelmed by all that is going on once in a while. When it happens, I sit down and have a good cry. Fortunately, it doesn't happen often and is over quickly. The other side of the coin is: I am feeling no frustration when dealing with Ian's crying, etc. I think I would be more worried if that were the case. And, I have a great support team in my family and friends. So, if I get frustrated, I am sure that someone will smack me upside the head. (No, Sam I don't mean literally smack me in the head!)
In other news: The Dr. cleared me this morning too. I can drive, walk up and down stairs, etc. I don't have to go back to the Dr. again for 4 weeks. It's really strange not being able to do things that you normally would do every day. But on the other hand, I really have not felt like driving or going anywhere so it made very little difference. Wow, has my life changed! It moves at a much slower pace and I am going to do my best to keep it that way. I really enjoy the quiet time I get to spend with Ian at home. And, I really don't miss running all the errands, etc. (Those of you that know me well are probably dying right now!)
The Dr. also made a point of letting me know that I did not have to suffer through the "baby blues". I think after the Andrea Yates tragedy that the Drs. are really tuned into postpartum depresssion. I told the Dr. about all that was going on and was assured that I probably had too much on my plate. The weird thing is I really don't feel depressed in a true sense. I just get overwhelmed by all that is going on once in a while. When it happens, I sit down and have a good cry. Fortunately, it doesn't happen often and is over quickly. The other side of the coin is: I am feeling no frustration when dealing with Ian's crying, etc. I think I would be more worried if that were the case. And, I have a great support team in my family and friends. So, if I get frustrated, I am sure that someone will smack me upside the head. (No, Sam I don't mean literally smack me in the head!)
Sunday, June 25, 2006
A Couple of Pictures
See, he does change diapers!!! He even did it without gagging.
A mother's observation: I can tell you within 5 minutes when Ian will poop.
He makes this great face and then lets fly! The expression is pure relief and it
cracks me up everytime.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
A Rough 12 Days
We are coming up on the Ian's 2 week birthday this coming Monday. It seems like I had him yesterday. The time has flown by, yet so much has happened it can't possibly have all occurred in the last 12 days.
Both Ian and I got out of the hospital on June 15th. There was some worry about whether he would be released on the same day as me due to his jaundice. The Pediatrician finally decided that his numbers were low enough he could go home as long as we came back the next morning for another blood test. We got home at about 1PM on the 15th and returned to the hospital on the 16th for another heel stick for my poor baby. There are so many needle sticks on his heel it looks like a vampire has been feasting on him!
The next day we saw the pediatrician in his office for the first time. Fortunately, the jaundice was mostly gone and Ian had gained 3oz. back towards his birth weight. We then had to go in again yesterday for another weigh in to make sure that he was still gaining weight. (Drs. like babies to be back up to their birth weight within 2 weeks. FYI: Ian lost 7oz. while in the hospital after his birth.) Well, Ian had lost 1oz since his last visit. So, the Dr. is concerned that he may have GERD. He gave us some liquid Zantac for 30 days, adjusted the breastfeeding slightly and we have to go back on Monday afternoon. Keep your fingers crossed that he has gained more weight. The next step is supplementing him with formula which we did during the time the jaundice was so bad. It just seems to give him even more gas, etc. I hope we don't have to go that route, but we will do whatever is best for him and his continued growth.
Meanwhile, Mark's brother had a massive heart attack the Saturday after Ian and I came home from the hospital. He had another one that night while in the ICU. And, the Drs. have now found 3 lesions of cancer on his liver, stomach and pancreas. They are still trying to decide what to do. The cardiologist says he needs quadruple bypass surgery. The oncologist says he needs to determine the type of cancer before deciding on treatment options. Yet, they still don't have all the tests completed a week later! We all are just wishing they would figure out what they need to do and get on with it.
On top of all that, Mark went back to work yesterday. His company forced him to take FMLA time instead of using his 21 days of sick leave. This was not a problem, except they will not pay him for the FMLA time. And, since we now have emergency C-Section bills to pay, etc, we decided he should go back to work for the last week of June.
So, far it has not been too bad. Ian was fussy last night off and on for about 3 hours. But, with the help of Aunt Beth and his medicine, he finally went to sleep at about 1:30 this morning. Thank goodness he is a great sleeper once you get him down. He finally woke up completely at about 7:00AM for his breakfast. He is definitely not a morning person. (Again, his father's traits come thru!) He takes about 1 hour to completely wake up once he starts rustling around in his bassinet. Once he wakes up and eats, he is content to lay in my arms and let me talk and love on him. (This is my favorite time of the day, can you tell.)
A word about the emotional and physical rollercoaster after giving birth: I was unprepared for how bad my back hurt. I feel like someone took a baseball bat to my ribs, etc. It is slowly going away, but the dull ache is really annoying. As for the emotional side of things, I was unprepared for how much I would love him, but still be able to cry at the drop of a hat. I am not a person who cries easily. The other day, I just sat down and cried for no definable reason. It's weird. I am not depressed just overly emotional. I will be really happy when this overload of hormones works it's way out of my system. It is not making dealing with all the things going on in our lives any easier.
Both Ian and I got out of the hospital on June 15th. There was some worry about whether he would be released on the same day as me due to his jaundice. The Pediatrician finally decided that his numbers were low enough he could go home as long as we came back the next morning for another blood test. We got home at about 1PM on the 15th and returned to the hospital on the 16th for another heel stick for my poor baby. There are so many needle sticks on his heel it looks like a vampire has been feasting on him!
The next day we saw the pediatrician in his office for the first time. Fortunately, the jaundice was mostly gone and Ian had gained 3oz. back towards his birth weight. We then had to go in again yesterday for another weigh in to make sure that he was still gaining weight. (Drs. like babies to be back up to their birth weight within 2 weeks. FYI: Ian lost 7oz. while in the hospital after his birth.) Well, Ian had lost 1oz since his last visit. So, the Dr. is concerned that he may have GERD. He gave us some liquid Zantac for 30 days, adjusted the breastfeeding slightly and we have to go back on Monday afternoon. Keep your fingers crossed that he has gained more weight. The next step is supplementing him with formula which we did during the time the jaundice was so bad. It just seems to give him even more gas, etc. I hope we don't have to go that route, but we will do whatever is best for him and his continued growth.
Meanwhile, Mark's brother had a massive heart attack the Saturday after Ian and I came home from the hospital. He had another one that night while in the ICU. And, the Drs. have now found 3 lesions of cancer on his liver, stomach and pancreas. They are still trying to decide what to do. The cardiologist says he needs quadruple bypass surgery. The oncologist says he needs to determine the type of cancer before deciding on treatment options. Yet, they still don't have all the tests completed a week later! We all are just wishing they would figure out what they need to do and get on with it.
On top of all that, Mark went back to work yesterday. His company forced him to take FMLA time instead of using his 21 days of sick leave. This was not a problem, except they will not pay him for the FMLA time. And, since we now have emergency C-Section bills to pay, etc, we decided he should go back to work for the last week of June.
So, far it has not been too bad. Ian was fussy last night off and on for about 3 hours. But, with the help of Aunt Beth and his medicine, he finally went to sleep at about 1:30 this morning. Thank goodness he is a great sleeper once you get him down. He finally woke up completely at about 7:00AM for his breakfast. He is definitely not a morning person. (Again, his father's traits come thru!) He takes about 1 hour to completely wake up once he starts rustling around in his bassinet. Once he wakes up and eats, he is content to lay in my arms and let me talk and love on him. (This is my favorite time of the day, can you tell.)
A word about the emotional and physical rollercoaster after giving birth: I was unprepared for how bad my back hurt. I feel like someone took a baseball bat to my ribs, etc. It is slowly going away, but the dull ache is really annoying. As for the emotional side of things, I was unprepared for how much I would love him, but still be able to cry at the drop of a hat. I am not a person who cries easily. The other day, I just sat down and cried for no definable reason. It's weird. I am not depressed just overly emotional. I will be really happy when this overload of hormones works it's way out of my system. It is not making dealing with all the things going on in our lives any easier.
Monday, June 19, 2006
The Men in My Life
My favorite picture so far. They look alike, they have thesame temperment and they sleep so soundly you have to
check to see if they are breathing!
The Guard Dog
Best Buddies. Whiskey brought Ian his favorite toy whenwe got home. I can't wait until they can really play together.
Whiskey is very protective of "his baby, Ian".
First Bath
Ian's first bath at home was a traumatic event. He hated the sponge, but loved the lotion afterward.
Mommy's Little Glow Worm
Because Ian had jaundice, he had to be on this glowingblanket when he left the hospital nursery. He looked just like
the glow worm toy that is on the market!!
Saturday, June 17, 2006
God's Greatest Gift
First let me say thank you to everyone for their thoughts, prayers, well wishes, notes, comments, blog comments, visits and phone calls. Without the support of everyone, I don't know where we would be in this great adventure.
Okay, I have a limited amount of time before someone begins crying for his lunch. I have been resting for the last couple of hours thanks to my mom and drugs. So, when I woke up and he was still sleeping comfortably on her chest, I figured I could blog for a minute or two.
Let me just say, God has given us the greatest gift that anyone could ever receive. And, having said that, I never want to go through that again!!! You all have heard me say I was never going to do this again because of the morning sickness. Well, now I have last Monday under my belt and I am completely certain I NEVER want to do that again! He is incredible and life has changed for the better because he is here. I can't even begin to understand how God can trust us mere mortals with something so precious, but I am eternally grateful that he allows us this amazing opportunity. And, incredibly I feel that way after the pain of Monday and a complete lack of sleep! I know that I am gushing, but I can't even come close to relating how I feel about this little guy. (Yes Sam, I am crying while I write this. Shut up!)
I will try to relate the events of Monday, but remember I was not very with it toward the end of the day. Monday morning started very early because neither Mark nor I slept much Sunday night. We left for the hospital after settling Whiskey with Aunt Beth much to his dismay. We checked in on the 4th floor and they sent us to Labor Delivery Room 6 for the adventure of the day. I should have known how the day was going to go when it took them 6 times to get an IV started. That's with the anethesiologist trying the last 4 times!!!
Anyway, the Dr. came in about 8:15 AM and broke my water. Boy am I glad that didn't happen out in public! What a mess! Then they started the pitocin at about 11:30AM. My advice: anyone ever says pitocin to you, you should run far and fast in the opposite direction. That stuff is horrible. Once it started, the baby's heart rate started to drop at each small contraction. They called the Dr and he stopped the pitocin for awhile and wanted me to keep turning from side to side because he felt the umbilical cord was probably around the baby's neck. After about 2 hours, they started it again and the really big contractions started. I should say, one really big contraction started. The pitocin never let me have regular contractions, just one continuous arch of pain highlighted by higher contraction spikes. I never got to rest in between, just kept dealing with the pains. Meanwhile, my blood pressure kept going up and the baby's heart rate kept going down. Around 6:00 PM, I decided an epidural was the only way to go. The nurse explained, that it would lower my blood pressure and give me some relief to catch my breath. Since, I was feeling my pulse and pressure in my brain, I decided to go for it.
What a horrible experience that epidural proved to be! The first needles numb the area and feel like bee stings. Then, the Dr. inserted the epidural needle and hit the nerve that runs down to my left foot. I felt like I had been hit by lightening from my hip to my toes. Finally, they got it in place and I felt almost instant relief. They the fun really began. My blood pressure fell and kept falling. The last pressure I remember seeing on the screen was 76/40. Meanwhile, the baby's heart rate dropped after each contraction. (Mark tells me that my blood pressure went even lower than that. Very scary!) The Dr. came in and told me we had to do a c-section. I said do what you need to do, just do something. So, off to the operating room we went with the anethesiologist standing by to give me something that brought my blood pressure up. It seemed like an eternity before we went to the OR, but it was really only a few minutes.
They were down to cutting into my uterus before I even knew they had started! Next thing I know, the Dr is on top of my upper stomach pushing Sprout out the incision because he was stuck. Right after that, they show me this tiny little blue baby over the top of the curtain and then they whisked him away. Meanwhile, our family had remained in the hallway and could hear the Dr. say do you want to see "Him". At that everyone in the OR could hear their cheering and celebrating.
They took him over to suction him out and clean him up. He breathed in some meconium before he was born and had to have his lungs suctioned to stop him from getting an infection. The minute they finished with the suctioning, he started wailing. What a great sound!!! (Yes, I was crying from the minute they took me into the OR. Shut up Sam!)
They finished with me, wrapped up Ian Patrick and rolled us out of the OR to meet our adoring public in the hallway. We had to stop the gurney to get out picture taken by the paparazzi then we were off to recovery. After about 1 hour, they took him to the Special Care Nursery where they weighed him, measured him and cleaned him up before bringing him back to me.
What a day! I wouldn't trade it for the world, but I never want to go through it again!
I am really tired, so I am going to feed him and head to bed. More later about our hospital stay with pictures. I promise more pictures!!!
Okay, I have a limited amount of time before someone begins crying for his lunch. I have been resting for the last couple of hours thanks to my mom and drugs. So, when I woke up and he was still sleeping comfortably on her chest, I figured I could blog for a minute or two.
Let me just say, God has given us the greatest gift that anyone could ever receive. And, having said that, I never want to go through that again!!! You all have heard me say I was never going to do this again because of the morning sickness. Well, now I have last Monday under my belt and I am completely certain I NEVER want to do that again! He is incredible and life has changed for the better because he is here. I can't even begin to understand how God can trust us mere mortals with something so precious, but I am eternally grateful that he allows us this amazing opportunity. And, incredibly I feel that way after the pain of Monday and a complete lack of sleep! I know that I am gushing, but I can't even come close to relating how I feel about this little guy. (Yes Sam, I am crying while I write this. Shut up!)
I will try to relate the events of Monday, but remember I was not very with it toward the end of the day. Monday morning started very early because neither Mark nor I slept much Sunday night. We left for the hospital after settling Whiskey with Aunt Beth much to his dismay. We checked in on the 4th floor and they sent us to Labor Delivery Room 6 for the adventure of the day. I should have known how the day was going to go when it took them 6 times to get an IV started. That's with the anethesiologist trying the last 4 times!!!
Anyway, the Dr. came in about 8:15 AM and broke my water. Boy am I glad that didn't happen out in public! What a mess! Then they started the pitocin at about 11:30AM. My advice: anyone ever says pitocin to you, you should run far and fast in the opposite direction. That stuff is horrible. Once it started, the baby's heart rate started to drop at each small contraction. They called the Dr and he stopped the pitocin for awhile and wanted me to keep turning from side to side because he felt the umbilical cord was probably around the baby's neck. After about 2 hours, they started it again and the really big contractions started. I should say, one really big contraction started. The pitocin never let me have regular contractions, just one continuous arch of pain highlighted by higher contraction spikes. I never got to rest in between, just kept dealing with the pains. Meanwhile, my blood pressure kept going up and the baby's heart rate kept going down. Around 6:00 PM, I decided an epidural was the only way to go. The nurse explained, that it would lower my blood pressure and give me some relief to catch my breath. Since, I was feeling my pulse and pressure in my brain, I decided to go for it.
What a horrible experience that epidural proved to be! The first needles numb the area and feel like bee stings. Then, the Dr. inserted the epidural needle and hit the nerve that runs down to my left foot. I felt like I had been hit by lightening from my hip to my toes. Finally, they got it in place and I felt almost instant relief. They the fun really began. My blood pressure fell and kept falling. The last pressure I remember seeing on the screen was 76/40. Meanwhile, the baby's heart rate dropped after each contraction. (Mark tells me that my blood pressure went even lower than that. Very scary!) The Dr. came in and told me we had to do a c-section. I said do what you need to do, just do something. So, off to the operating room we went with the anethesiologist standing by to give me something that brought my blood pressure up. It seemed like an eternity before we went to the OR, but it was really only a few minutes.
They were down to cutting into my uterus before I even knew they had started! Next thing I know, the Dr is on top of my upper stomach pushing Sprout out the incision because he was stuck. Right after that, they show me this tiny little blue baby over the top of the curtain and then they whisked him away. Meanwhile, our family had remained in the hallway and could hear the Dr. say do you want to see "Him". At that everyone in the OR could hear their cheering and celebrating.
They took him over to suction him out and clean him up. He breathed in some meconium before he was born and had to have his lungs suctioned to stop him from getting an infection. The minute they finished with the suctioning, he started wailing. What a great sound!!! (Yes, I was crying from the minute they took me into the OR. Shut up Sam!)
They finished with me, wrapped up Ian Patrick and rolled us out of the OR to meet our adoring public in the hallway. We had to stop the gurney to get out picture taken by the paparazzi then we were off to recovery. After about 1 hour, they took him to the Special Care Nursery where they weighed him, measured him and cleaned him up before bringing him back to me.
What a day! I wouldn't trade it for the world, but I never want to go through it again!
I am really tired, so I am going to feed him and head to bed. More later about our hospital stay with pictures. I promise more pictures!!!
Monday, June 12, 2006
IT'S A BOY!!!
Ian Patrick Edwards came SCREAMING into the world today at 7:28pm! He weighs 6 pounds 8 ounces and is 20 inches long!!! He is a beautiful little boy!!!! Heather had to have a C-section after many hours of labor (Poor thing!). Mommy and baby are doing great! Daddy, well we are talking about Mark! He wanted to do the procedure himself, (you can see him practicing with a spoon before the big event) but Heather wasn't going for it!!! Okay, Aunt Sam is going home and going to bed now!!! My job here is done! Good-night!!!Friday, June 09, 2006
Bed Rest
This will be a quick update as it is really hard to type while laying on your side in bed. That's right, I am on complete bed rest until I head to the hospital. My blood pressure continued to be elevated. So, when I called the Dr. this morning, I was informed that it had earned me bed rest whether I like it or not. I am only allowed to go to the bathroom, take a shower and eat. Otherwise, my butt is to be laying down on either my left or right side.
According to the Dr. and research, the blood pressure will automatically correct itself after the baby is born. Thank goodness I only have to do this for a couple of days. I would lose my mind if it lasted any longer than that!!!
So, if any of you need to get in touch with me... I am at home until Monday morning when I head to the hospital. What fun this weekend will be!
According to the Dr. and research, the blood pressure will automatically correct itself after the baby is born. Thank goodness I only have to do this for a couple of days. I would lose my mind if it lasted any longer than that!!!
So, if any of you need to get in touch with me... I am at home until Monday morning when I head to the hospital. What fun this weekend will be!
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Check this out... A COMPLETE NURSERY!!!
This is the bassinet that I slept in as a baby. It has beenpassed through my family and now I get to use it!
My Mom, once again, came through with beautiful bedding and
skirting for the bassinet. My Dad even got in on the act by re-painting and
cleaning up the bassinet for Sprout.
Kieren testing out Sprout's bed.
Thankfully, from the smile on her face you can tell
she pronounced it completely acceptable.
The crib and bassinet together. Mom made the underskirt
of the bassinet match the nursery bedding. But, she couldn't resist
a little bit of ruffles for the overskirt!!
Kieren testing out the crib aquarium for Sprout.She has one and loves it. So, I had to get one for Sprout too.
Can you believe it?!?!!? The nursery is finally finished and we got it done before Sprout's arrival. (More about that in the next paragraph.) The rocker/glider chair and ottoman were delivered yesterday. We got the television I blogged about the other day working and completely installed. We even got closet doors installed. (Sorry no picture of that miracle.) FYI: For those that don't know, Mark and I have been slowly remodeling this house and after almost 12 years, we still do not have closet doors in our bedroom. So to get the ones up for Sprout's room is a major accomplishment.
When can we expect Sprout's arrival???? Well, if I don't deliver on my own, I am to report to the hospital on Monday to be induced. However, the Dr. still thinks I could go at any time. I am not holding my breath at this point. I was hoping and thought he would induce me earlier than Monday, but he seems content with my progress. (I'm glad someone is!!)
But, there is one other slight issue that may push things up and of course, complicate things a bit. As of Tuesday, my blood pressure is up. I have to call the Dr. in the morning and see what he wants to do because it has not come down since I saw him on Tuesday. I will keep you all posted. I don't know if it high enough to be a problem at this late stage of the pregnancy. But, it is sure making me feel horrible again!!
Monday, June 05, 2006
Why does everything have to be so complicated?
Mark and I had this brillant idea. (That should have been our first clue that things were not going to go well.) Anyway, we decided that we would move the television from our room into Sprout's room and then we would get a new flat screen LCD for our bedroom television.
We decided to do this for several reasons. 1) That way we would have something to watch at 3AM when Sprout wakes us up. 2) We have a dedicated place to play children's DVD's, etc. 3) We have satellite television and there is a new baby station that plays developmental programs during the day and lullabies during the night. 4) And, we wanted to upgrade our satellite dish to high definition.
Well, somehow the best laid plans always go awry in this house.....
We measured the armoire cabinet in our room and Sprout's room. We determined that our television would fit, but we would not be able to close the doors on the cabinet in Sprout's room. We decided that this was no big deal for right now as Sprout would not be mobile for a little while and therefore no danger was posed by this slight problem.
So, we went shopping. (By the way, shopping was a way to get me out walking this week to hopefully hurry up Sprout's arrival. No luck, and the Dr. better be prepared for my appointment tomorrow because we are going to talk!!!!) Anyway, we decided on a television and chose 2 new HD satellite receivers. (One for our room and one for the family room.) We cart everything home after assuring ourselves that we had purchased all the necessary cables. (When did manufacturers stop providing cables with their products? How are you supposed to know what you need?!?)
We decide to start with our bedroom television. We pulled the TV out and carry it to Sprout's room. We then start installing the new TV and satellite receiver. Four hours later, several exchanges of angry words and after pirating several cables from other televisions.... we finally got it all to work.
Then, we decide to move to Sprout's room and get that set up. Well, I don't know where Mark learned to measure, but he was not even close about whether the TV would fit in the armoire cabinet. The darn thing would hang over 5 inches!!! Well, that is not going to work.
Now what do we do?!?! Off to the store we go to buy another television for the baby's room. We bring it home and start installing it and the satellite receiver. Again, 2 hours later, we get the thing working. (Hey, at least we cut 2 hours off our time. I never said I was proficient at this stuff.)
Well, after that we got smart and decided to allow the satellite guy to install the one in the family room. He is here as I am writing this and is cursing at the entire process. I feel his pain believe me, but am so glad he is messing with this one. I met my quota for the year on techno projects!
So far this project has cost us about $2,500 and we have only 1 television that is working properly at this moment in time. And, we only had to go back to the store for cables twice!! Like I said, why does everything have to be so complicated?
We decided to do this for several reasons. 1) That way we would have something to watch at 3AM when Sprout wakes us up. 2) We have a dedicated place to play children's DVD's, etc. 3) We have satellite television and there is a new baby station that plays developmental programs during the day and lullabies during the night. 4) And, we wanted to upgrade our satellite dish to high definition.
Well, somehow the best laid plans always go awry in this house.....
We measured the armoire cabinet in our room and Sprout's room. We determined that our television would fit, but we would not be able to close the doors on the cabinet in Sprout's room. We decided that this was no big deal for right now as Sprout would not be mobile for a little while and therefore no danger was posed by this slight problem.
So, we went shopping. (By the way, shopping was a way to get me out walking this week to hopefully hurry up Sprout's arrival. No luck, and the Dr. better be prepared for my appointment tomorrow because we are going to talk!!!!) Anyway, we decided on a television and chose 2 new HD satellite receivers. (One for our room and one for the family room.) We cart everything home after assuring ourselves that we had purchased all the necessary cables. (When did manufacturers stop providing cables with their products? How are you supposed to know what you need?!?)
We decide to start with our bedroom television. We pulled the TV out and carry it to Sprout's room. We then start installing the new TV and satellite receiver. Four hours later, several exchanges of angry words and after pirating several cables from other televisions.... we finally got it all to work.
Then, we decide to move to Sprout's room and get that set up. Well, I don't know where Mark learned to measure, but he was not even close about whether the TV would fit in the armoire cabinet. The darn thing would hang over 5 inches!!! Well, that is not going to work.
Now what do we do?!?! Off to the store we go to buy another television for the baby's room. We bring it home and start installing it and the satellite receiver. Again, 2 hours later, we get the thing working. (Hey, at least we cut 2 hours off our time. I never said I was proficient at this stuff.)
Well, after that we got smart and decided to allow the satellite guy to install the one in the family room. He is here as I am writing this and is cursing at the entire process. I feel his pain believe me, but am so glad he is messing with this one. I met my quota for the year on techno projects!
So far this project has cost us about $2,500 and we have only 1 television that is working properly at this moment in time. And, we only had to go back to the store for cables twice!! Like I said, why does everything have to be so complicated?