Thursday, January 7, 2010

Welcome 2010...taking a look back, PG style.

New year, time to start posting! Well Addy turned 1 year Nov 8th. She is 14 months old, tomorrow. It's crazy to think how fast time is flying. Everytime I say 14 months...I think back to how it seems like just yesterday how I was just ME and Pres and Husdon...then this THING happened...I got pregnant...knocked up...bun in the oven. I cried for hours. I had to stop taking medicine...stop drinking...stop thinking about myself. What a shock to the system. But I did it. I had no panic attacks the entire time I was pregnant. I found out that I was HPV positive which makes you more prone to cervical cancer. I had to have a colposcopy done very early in my 2nd tri that was extremely uncomfortable.

FFW to 20 weeks. I piss blood at work. Natural reaction is to freak out. I immediately went to the OB to get checked out. Everything was fine...later that night, I am sitting on the recliner and I all of a sudden start to feel like I've pulled a muscle in my back. It rapidly progresses from feeling like that to major pain. From major pain...unable to lie down or get comfortable, and needing to head to the hospital. After about a week, 2 visits to 2 different hospitals, ultrasounds, lots of drinking water upon water upon water upon water...turns out it was a kidney stone. I immediately adjusted my intake of TUMS (most kidney stones are calcium rocks, essentially). I lived with my heartburn for basically the duration of my pregnancy. I would not wish the pain upon my worst enemy.

Once I hit 30 weeks, time flew by like it was nothing!! I stopped working a week before my due date, FULLY expecting that I would have her in the next week based on the way I felt. She was a week late. Combine being in the house with your mother who has already been there 3 weeks and has wore out her welcome...well...I was very anxious to have the baby. My last visit to the doctor consisted of scheduling my inducement and a check to see how far along I was. Needless to say, the doctor I saw that day (there were a rotation of about 7 at the practice...which was a sore point because I could not CHOOSE who I wanted to deliver) was a rookie. She gave me a VERY rough exam, and I stand by the fact that I would not have gone into labor that night if she'd been more experienced.

Contractions started at 8pm on 11/7, and continued through the night. I did not get any sleep, and woke Preston up at around 3am to tell him it was time to go. I called the messaging service at the doctors, and let them know. They told me all the typical stuff...take a shower, relax, breath...contractions were getting closer and closer together so *I* knew damn well this wasn't a drill. Hell, I didn't even "feel" the braxton hicks contractions during most of my pregnancy because I thought they were gas. LOL!

I pushed for a total of 30 minutes before I had her. We had a little hairy moment where her heartbeat slowed...before I knew it they were putting oxygen on me, telling me to breathe...I just felt so sorry for Preston. He looked scared. It broke my heart. I was so out of it I didn't have any encouraging words...we just held hands. And before I knew it...there she was. My little pookie.

And I wouldn't take back one minute.

Happy New Year to all! I hope that it is the most wonderful yet, for ya'll and us.

Much love,

Manda