Saturday, August 29, 2009

All Together

Last night I laid Will on the bed for a little kicking time and all the kids climbed up there with him. Kate and Parker had their Halloween costume catalogs and Maggie had her talking book. They were on the bed for quite some time and it dawned on me that I hadn't taken any pictures of all the kids together. So I broke out the camera, took some candids and then made them pose. The outfits aren't great, the kids weren't neatly put together and coordinated, but this is our real life. Messy, colorful and mostly happy.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

This Picture is Not Her Norm

Maggie seems to like William just fine. In fact she likes to hold him, talks to him when he is in his swing or on the bed. And even tries to get as close as possible to stepping on his head while he lays on his blanket on the floor. It's dangerous having a two year old sister. But mostly what Maggie does these days is cry and complain. Something is wrong, she is sure of it, but she doesn't know what.

I do.

His name is Will. He has stolen her thunder and I don't think she is a fan. We have never experienced a two year old and a newborn. So if you have, and you have some words of wisdom, please share. It's a good thing she's cute.

First Day of School 2009

School started again yesterday and it was a happy day at our house. With all the craziness that has gone on around here in the last couple of weeks, it will be nice to be back to a routine. Kate was very excited about being the oldest at the school - 5th grade, I can't believe it - and Parker was just happy to go back and see his friends.

Friday, August 21, 2009

This Week...

I spent most of my time here

It started the week after I had Will. I got a headache on Wednesday the 12th that never went away. I didn't have to do much with my parents here and Carole and Brooke's help, so I could deal with the headache.

I am not talking run of the mill headache here, or child induced headache, or sleep deprivation headache. I am talking waking up in the morning crying type of headache. Don't try to do anything headache because you will regret it. And please no noise headache. I was miserable and I am sure the postpartum hormones didn't help anything.

So the horrible headache continued. I assumed it would go away and my parents went home. I figured I could handle things, even with the headache. Tuesday (18th) morning comes and it has been almost a week with this headache, so I called my ob's office and made an appointment. It was a good thing I did. I got to my appointment that day and my blood pressure was skyrocketing. My inital bp read was 165 over 105. Thirty minutes later it was 196 over 112. My doctor sent me immediately to the emergency room, where they were extremely quick with getting me back to a bed (you know you are in trouble when the emergency room is quick with anything). I had a CT, I spoke with the emergency room doctor and my ob and they thought that I probably had pre eclempsia and in a very rare occurrence it didn't present until after I gave birth (lucky me). They were worried that I would have a stroke or seizure due to the high bp (it was still in the 170's) so they started me on medication. We then got the results from the CT which they thought showed blood on my brain probably caused by the high bp. The hospital I initatially went to doesn't do nuerological problems, so I was transferred by ambulance (I didn't even get the flashing lights and sirens) to the hospital in the picture above. Can't wait to see the bill. I had many tests including a MRI, a MRV another CT and lots of blood drawn. I stayed in the ICU, where I didn't really feel like I fit in. I could talk, walk, eat and use the bathroom on my own and I think I was the only patient in the ICU who could do these things. I even got to leave the ICU to nurse Will when Matt or my parents would bring him to me. It was too dangerous to bring him in my room with all the infections in the ICU. I missed him terribly.

I stayed in the hospital where they "practiced medicine" on me and I got all sorts of different answers to what might be wrong with me. What I think happened may or may not be the case, but here it is. I think I did have postpartum pre-eclempsia. This caused the high blood pressure and the headache. I didn't have a brain hemorrhage. The nuerologist and the neuro surgeon(why are these two separate people? and no my doctors did not look like McDreamy,) both seemed to agree that I have some weird sort of plaque spots on my brain which they don't know the cause of. This will of course require follow ups with the neurologist to figure it out. It could be a multitude of things consisting of : the Rheumeatoid arthristis that I have had for seven years, I could have been born with these spots and they are nothing to worry about, some other sort of autoimmune disorder which could be mulitple sclerosis ( I sure hope not), but the doctor did mention it several times. So we will see about that.

I got out of the hospital last night and I am happy to be home. I am still not feeling like myself, but I am sure that is due to the multitude of narcotics I was given in my three day stay. My headache is mostly gone, I'm on blood pressure medicine and my parents are back to watch over us.

My nurses at the hospital were great and made an unpleasant circumstance a little more bearable.

And I have to mention what a wonderful family I have. Bruce and Carole, Melinda and Peter, of course Matt, Chelsea, my parents and my great friend Brooke all took over and helped with the kids while I was at the hospital. I received lots of phone calls from concerned family and friends and I know that many prayers were said in my behalf and I am very appreciative of that. I have never before been so aware of how fragile life is. I am thankful to have gotten through this and have a heightened perspective on how lucky I am. And I sure hope that a week like this will never be repeated.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Baby Love

I am lucky. I again (at least so far) have a very good baby. He eats well, sleeps pretty well (except for last night when he wanted to nurse every 1.5 hours) and is very relaxed and happy. I was anxious before he was born that I wouldn't love him as much as the others, but I do and I am so glad he is ours.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

William Paul Teeples

William Paul Teeples
4:46 am
7 lb 11 oz
19 inches