So the very day of my last post (well, technically that night) I went back into the hospital. Turns out my abscess came back. Some combination of either the drain being pulled or the antibiotics being stopped too soon — or both. Bleh.
Another 4 days in the hospital. But, I was diligent with the pumping this time. Regardless, she was fed 50/50 formula/milk while I was there, just because Andrew didn’t want me to feel to stressed or pressured. Which is a relief. We were actually able to put some milk in the freezer, too. Then I got home and we went back to 100% milk, but I wasn’t quite keeping up with it, so we had to defrost some. So right now we’re supplementing with about 25% formula. I think I’m right around the right amount to feed her, but it’s close. Anyway, I’m not sure what the right answer is, but we’ll figure it out…. probably by the time she starts eating solids. 😉
As for me, I’m getting better, I think. I hope. I’m on IV antibiotics (yes, at home)… Andrew’s been amazing doing those for me every morning. I have another doctor’s appointment on Thursday. Hopefully he has good news, that things are finally going away. I just want to be better.
Unfortunately, we had to cancel our trip to the East Coast. Just because there was no guarantee I’d be healthy by then, and even if I am, it would be a lot of energy to fly across the country… especially with a 3 month old. So that sucks.
But on the plus side, I got an awesome new camera right before I got sick, and I’ve been taking lots of cool pictures. I’ve even been taking a photography class at the the community college up the street. 🙂 I may want to do it for money at some point, but I’m not there yet, and just having fun with it so far. 🙂
OMG I have a baby. A real eating, pooping, crying baby! She does lots of all of those things.
Taking care of a tiny baby is hard. Like, I knew it would be hard, but this is HARD. I am exhausted a lot.
But honestly? I wouldn’t change a thing. I love her so much… even so much more than I ever dreamed. Is this hard? Yes. Am I tired? Yes. But am I happy? YES. More than ever.
I was lucky enough to finally have a baby. I had started to think this day would never come. So I’m really not trying to complain here.
But, one side effect is little free time, for things like… oh, I don’t know, blogging. 😛 I have a few thoughts in my head to put down some time…. but that’s not now.
Hope to be back soon. ❤
The following is the more complete version of her birth story. It is long, somewhat graphic, and not for the faint of heart. No puppies or rainbows here.
You’ve been warned.
So I guess it’s been about 2 1/2 weeks since it happened, but I had our beautiful little girl. ❤
Abbreviated birth story, and photo behind the cut.
We had our 30 week growth scan yesterday.
So, in the last like 4 days, I feel like my life has turned into this.
I should preface this with: baby girl is doing fine! It’s not really about that. My BP is consistently higher than I’d like, but not in the “call the doctor” zone they gave me. I have another growth scan and appointment on Thursday, so I’ll ask if we should (further) up my meds. And I know part of that is my slightly tight BP cuff. I ordered a bigger one, and it doesn’t have the right plug for my machine (even though I called the company and asked which one to order! Grr!) so I’m just using the one I’ve got, knowing it’ll run a little high, but give me a decent picture — so, better than *not* taking my BP at home. If it gets super high, I’ll probably run to a drug store and take it there.
ANYway. The roller coaster part is, I’m almost 7 months pregnant. And we’re still considering a huge life change (besides the upcoming baby). I don’t want to post too much about it until we know more. It could be many months before we make something happen. Or maybe not. We’ll see.
We had another ultrasound on Thursday, this time a growth scan. We got the same tech who clearly likes to take pictures for us. 🙂 (Or maybe since I complained, they try to give us that tech, and give us pictures. Whatevs, I’ll take it)
U/S pics etc. below the cut. Continue reading