SO I guess it's been a year!

So a lot has happened over the last year, nothing major though, just got pregnant and had a baby! Yep, so last May I was out in Utah visiting for a friend’s wedding and went to the doctor for a check up and asked them to check and see if I was pregnant, thinking I wasn’t since we had just barely starting trying and I know these things take time, but sure enough I was! And believe me, that is a weird feeling as many of you know, being told you have a baby growing inside of you. I’m not gonna lie, I was in a little bit of shock and that night I kept dreaming about it and then waking up and thinking it wasn’t real and then realizing that it was. It felt like it just wasn’t really sinking in for a little while, and then the sickness kicked in. I know I never threw up or anything, but man, I felt like crap and on the verge of puking the whole first trimester.

SO 17 weeks in Dallan and I were out in Washington and took a little trip over to his Dad’s old office (he was a OB/GYN) to see if we could see the gender and found out it was a boy! I kinda had a feeling he would be since there were so many girls on both our sides of the family I felt like a boy was coming. So naturally 9 months later we were anxious to have our baby. At my 38 week  appointment I was not progressing at all, the baby had been head down for a while but still hadn’t dropped or anything. I was very concerned too that he was really big and wasn’t gonna fit! The doctor agreed and thought that if I tried I would have a 20 hr labor and wreck my body and then need a c-section anyways. So c’est la vie, we decided it was best to just schedule a c-section for January 17^{th (the day before my} due date). Even when I arrived to the hospital that morning I still was not dilated at all and still hadn’t dropped! I guess he was just gonna hang out in there forever.

So got my spinal around 8:30am (which wasn’t as bad as I thought, though nerve racking since they have to have the room completely silent and it's all tense cuz I guess its kinda a tricky thing) and then my legs starting getting numb. Really weird feeling too cuz you feel like you can totally move your legs and then you can’t! So I was SUPER nervous about being able to feel something or accidently seeing something during it, it was like my worst nightmare, but everything was fine, I couldn't feel anything and then all the sudden they were pushing on my rib cage trying to push him out and the had to get WAY high! Like I literally couldn’t breathe for a minute cuz they were pushing so high and hard on my lungs cuz he was just way up there. The doctor even had to use the vacuum on him a little to get him out! Then it was 8:57 and he was out! I kinda felt like I cheated, having a c-section and not having to push him out at all, but that changed later on.

So everything, I THOUGHT, went well. But then in the recovery room (which you're only supposed to be in for like an hour and half)  my legs weren’t getting un-numb forever. The hour and half had passed and I still could only barely feel my hip! I was like, oh crap they messed up my spinal!! I was super nervous that I was gonna be paralyzed or something. But then that didn’t seem to be the problem anymore, cuz my blood pressure kept dropping. And dropping, and dropping. Finally I could see people starting to panic and little and calling doctors and running around grabbing needles and attempting to shove them in my arms without success. (apparently there wasn't much blood in my veins so they were having a hard time getting the needles in). I saw that my blood pressure was 53/28, which I figured wasn’t good, and its not. I really shouldn’t have been conscious to see that since coma ends around 50/35 and anything below is “death.” So anyways had to go back into surgery cuz I guess they had accidently cut the main artery in my uterus the first time around, but had stitched it up and it seemed fine, but then it burst back open and starting pouring out. I had to get a complete blood transfusion; I think they were only able to keep like 3 bags of my own blood, which is nothing really.

Woke up in the ICU that night unfortunately to find out why it is you aren’t supposed to be conscious during this time. (I liked how at my 2 week check-up my doctor asked me, “so what do you remember about the first night?” I was like, EVERYTHING. And he says “oh, I was hoping you’d say nothing”). I had a breathing tube in and it felt like I was choking and suffocating all night long and then of course they had to keep pushing on my uterus REALLY hard every 2 hours… ugh. I won’t get into details but lets just say for the first time in my life I was screaming in pain and did not have a good experience those 3 days in the ICU. Like a Percocet was all they would give me cuz they didn’t want to lower my blood pressure. Finally I got one nurse who was nice enough to give me an ml of morphine before they’d move me. Which really only barely took the edge off.

SO anyways, that sucked.

But we have a baby! YAY! And I must say he is the cutest baby I have ever seen (and I know I’m the mother so I have to say that, but seriously! He is cute!) SO now he’s almost 3 months old and after figuring out he has colic from milk allergies and has acid reflux (both super fun to deal with) he is doing much better and is generally a happy boy! He has started smiling a lot and even sometimes kinda laughs a little which is super cute!

So outside of all of that, we are all doing good for the most part. I am back at work and feeling normal again finally and we are just looking forward to spring!