Showing posts with label Morning sickness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Morning sickness. Show all posts

Sunday, 17 March 2013

I'm A Horrible Blogger


I've been MIA for a little while and decided to get my butt in gear and update this thing So here we go!

I posted before that my mom passed away on January 18th and I was an emotional wreck after that. I decided to take a couple weeks off from work (and basically everything else in my life) to make arrangments for her estate and settle everything with her will. With all the stress from that I admit I was not taking care of myself and I ended up in the hospital for dehydration. I went to a routine OB appointment and had lost 14 pounds so he told me to get my ass to the hospital. He ended up keeping me there for 4 days for rehydration. After that I was released with orders to rest and EAT. Luckily, at that point all the babies were measuring right on schedule.

Then I had an appointment with the perinatologist the following Monday. I was 13 weeks at this point and had gained back a little more weight. But when the perinatologist did an ultrasound he found that Baby A was measuring smaller, not a lot smaller but enough for it to be significant. He said he wanted to see me again in a week because the measurements could be leading to twin-to-twin-transfusion syndrome (TTTS) or in our case triplet to triplet. 

I went back the next week (14 weeks) and he was concerned because Baby A seemed to not have grown as much as he expected and its fluid was a tad low and Baby B had grown a lot more and its fluid was on the higher side. The doctor diagnosed us with Level 1 TTTS and wanted me back another week later to check again. 

A week later (15 weeks) I went back and Baby A had not grown at all, which as an expectant mother hearing this is the scariest effing thing in the world. He decided that if in another week Baby A had not grown a significant amount he was going to have to preform a laser surgery - what is this star wars or something? (If you get that reference you get 10 points) - that severs the connection between Baby A and Baby B. 

Week 16 rolls around and I'm sitting in the doctors office hearing that I have to have surgery to save my babies lives. Umm, excuse me? This pregnancy is suppose to be rainbows and puppies, not lasers and surgery! I did not sign up for this.

The surgery sounds a whole lot scary than it actually was. I went into the OR, they have me am epidural (which hurts like a bitch by the way) and put up the curtain and that was pretty much my taking part. Behind the blue curtain they use a fetoscope (do you like how technical I am?) and an ultrasound to guide the laser and then they take the lightsaber laser and sever the blood vessels connecting Baby A and Baby B. 

The surgery was done and has had no complications. I had to stay over night in the hospital to be monitored closely but there were absolutely no complications, other than a bit of itching from the epidural. I went back to the perinatologist a week later (17 weeks), he did an ultrasound and said that all 3 babies are doing great! *happy dance* They all have good measurements except Baby A who's measuring about 16 weeks but he said that's normal and he/she should catch up within a couple of weeks to a month. 

I'll try and make another post later today but right now the babies want a nice big Caesar salad with all the trimmings! And what the babies want the babies get, that makes me a good mother, right?

Monday, 14 January 2013

THAT Smell

Okay, first I have to start with - I love my job. I absolutely, completely, whole heartily love my job. I work in a nursing home as a recreation coordinator, which basically means I play games with the elderly. I love my job... when I'm not pregnant.

My pregnancy nose is on high alert and I can smell everything. For example I'm pretty sure this morning our neighbours four doors up had bacon, eggs and French toast for breakfast. Yeah, it's that good. Don't cha wish you're nose could smell like mine. Do do do 🎶. Okay focus Holly. Where was I? Oh right, the smells at work. I'm sure you're all aware that the elderly don't smell beautimous (if you understand the reference there you get 10 points). Well my pregnancy super smelling powers + the beautimous aroma of the dear sweet elderly = a very angry stomach. It's horrible. I was doing so well this morning. Before I got up I shoved some saltines down my throat and wasn't sick at all I got to work and got up to the floor and boom puke everywhere. Okay not everywhere, I've learned how to aim but I had to make it somewhat dramatic. I'm pretty sure at least two of the girls I work with know I'm knocked up of course they won't say anything but I'm not hiding it very well while in the middle of bingo I have to run to the bathroom like I ate a a shotty Mexican food place.

*sigh* I guess they're going to find out sooner or later, right?