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One Year Ago

One year ago, I had my most wonderful little gift. My 6 lb 2 oz Maximilian. His birth was incredibly traumatic. I still only have still images in my head during that whole thing.

He is now a very opinionated almost-toddler. We celebrated his birthday on the 18th with friends.

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I love you so much, Mr. Max.

Oh Hai

It has been forever since I have written a blog. Well, almost a year. Which is pretty much forever in internet time.

With my last post, I had started the Couch 2 5K program again. Which, to be honest, I did not keep up with very well. I do my best at the gym if I go in the morning. I also like to take it easy in the morning with a cuppa and some Daily Show from the night before. Sooo. Yeah.

Anyway, on to May. My husband and I found out we were expecting our next baby the day before Mother’s Day. We made the decision to keep it quiet due to the miscarriage from the year before. It was really pretty traumatic for me to have to tell everyone about that. I know that for some people, it is a healing thing to be able to share experiences like that. Not so for me. In fact, it took me nearly a full year to even be able to mention the loss.

We told our close family when we were about 8 weeks along and we made it public at about 12 weeks after my first midwife appointment. I am now 31 weeks along. This new baby is due in January. And has caused me issues every. single. step. of the way. I am not sure if it is because I am considered an older mom. Or it might be because this is baby #4. Or it might just be because every pregnancy is different.

Just after we found out we were expecting, I had to set up a doctor appointment to figure out what was going on with an extreme headache. It was so bizarre. I started to call it a head pain because it was not a typical headache for me. The focal point would move around my head and radiate out. I called my general practitioner when the pain moved toward the front of my head and made eating difficult. As I was pregnant, there was not a lot he could do for me. He was concerned enough that he contacted the women’s clinic to see if it was safe enough for me to go in for an MRI. Doing my bit of research, I used my mom to contact an OB from the Mayo Clinic to be sure an MRI would be ok. I went through with it. And I now have proof that my brain is normal.

Along with the head pains, I got to work through some food aversions. My morning sickness was more acute than it usually is, but since I had so many food aversions, my trips to the toilet resulted mostly in dry heaves. I survived mostly on salad and protein shakes. I couldn’t even look at eggs, pizza, cheese, milk, tomatoes, and the list goes on. All sorts of smells would send me running to the bathroom. I lost somewhere around 11 pounds. At 31 weeks, I am still dealing with some of these aversions. Sometimes I can eat scrambled eggs, sometimes I can’t.

Once the morning sickness started to fade, I guess my body decided I needed some other inconvenience. So, my relaxin hormone production went into overdrive. It took me awhile to figure this out. I had a cold at the end of August, early September (back to school crud, yay!). That incident led to me actually sneezing so hard that I popped a rib out-of-place. It was so painful that I went into the ER. I honestly had no idea what was going on. I just knew that I suddenly couldn’t breathe and was in huge amounts of pain. That was a particularly pricey visit just to have someone tell me that my rib was knocked out and the pain was from muscle spasms. I got it under control with heat, ice, and a chiropractor.

The first rib incident was actually a clue for me about the relaxin. My rib has now popped out 3 times and my hips are trying to disconnect from my leg bones. If you are not totally sure about what relaxin does, it pretty much matches its name. It relaxes the ligaments connecting the bones to allow movement for childbirth. Why my body is prepping so early, I have no idea. It has made it very uncomfortable to walk and I am on a lifting restriction. Sitting, standing, and laying down are all also very uncomfortable.

The good news for this pregnancy is that Baby is doing incredibly well. We found out at my 20 week ultrasound that Baby is a boy, so this will be boy #4 in our family. He will have no lack of clothes. Though they may be a bit worn. He is super active and is constantly pushing out on my belly.

Other good news is that I do NOT have gestational diabetes. Not that it matters since chocolate and some other sweets give me massive heartburn. I joke that this baby is forcing me to eat healthy. Well, I mostly joke. I would kill for a doughnut. This whole eating healthier has been beneficial seeing as how I am not up for pretty much any exercise. I have not gained back much of the weight I lost during my morning sickness. Baby is still growing very well, so he is definitely getting the nutrients he needs. If I did not have the constant pain, I would actually feel really good. I’ve even been enjoying the onset of the Braxton Hicks contractions. Well, except for the one that hit me when I was grocery shopping. Whew. That was came out of nowhere and left a lingering pain. My body is prepping to bring this guy earthside. After all the issues I have had, I am really looking forward to meeting this new person.

Frustration

It’s been a long, long time since I last posted about my middle son, my Little Owl. He was delayed in his gross motor skills probably from birth, but it was not noticeable until he was 4 months old. He is now 4 years old. And he is still slightly delayed. And we still do not know why.

We just made a trip to a neurologist in Seattle. Who pretty much told us that, yes, there is something going on with Little Owl, and no, we still do not know why. Which is all stuff I already knew. We just spent $100+ (with help from the in-laws) on a trip to hear stuff we already knew. It is really becoming ridiculous. The docs in Seattle want to see us every 3 to 6 months only to tell us the same goddamn stuff every time. Just call me on the phone and bill my insurance for your time. Save me the gas, food, and lodging.

The neurologist IS ordering a slew of new tests. Which I am hoping our new insurance will cover. They have already denied the genetic test ordered by Little Owl’s biochemical geneticist. I’m not sure they are going to approve an MRI and a spinal tap.

Now, I see the improvements Owl has made. I just want to make sure he keeps improving. We do not necessarily¬†need a diagnosis, but it would be handy to know what we are dealing with. Is it something that we are already treating correctly with the vitamins we are using? Is it something that could be helped with other medications? Are the vitamins actually doing anything? Could a change in diet help? These are questions we can’t answer because we have no clue what we are dealing with. It could be Congenital Myasthenia Syndrome. It could be a slight variation on Mitochondrial Disease. It could be a number of things.

Don’t get me wrong. My Little Owl is wonderfully perfect in his own way. His hypotonia will be with him for the rest of his life. I just want him to be able to understand it and be able to live alongside it. When his weakness hits, it hits hard. There have been times when he will lay down in the middle of a grocery store simply because he is so exhausted. He will literally play until he drops. I do not know of any other four-year-old who will ask for permission to take a nap (“Mommy, I am so tired. Can I please go lay down?”). And yes, I see you. You, right there. I have seen the judging looks you give to my child when he lays down in the store. When he wobbles his way up the stairs to go down the slide he loves to play on. I have learned a lot in living with Owl. I have learned not to judge too harshly or too quickly. We are getting better at living life in the moment, because the next moment may simply be exhaustion.

Oh Sammi

Me: “Sammi, we are going to have a new baby. How do you feel about being a big brother again?”

Sammi: “No. No. We don’t need another baby. We need a puppy.”

Long Overdue Update

It’s been a while since I posted anything. My goal was to post at least one thing per week. Life has other plans.

Anyway, I had been dealing with sickness in the house. Some sort of tummy bug has been bugging my boys. Nothing serious, just some potty issues. I have been feeling nauseous, myself, and just put it down to a mutant strain of whatever the boys were dealing with. . . Not quite the case:

Looks like I am going to be even busier than usual. And dealing with constant nausea to top it off. I am also aware this is really really early to announce something like this, but my husband was having trouble keeping it to himself. So, after sending this video out to all the relatives, I gave him permission to flap his jaw to his heart’s content.

 

Update: I have deleted the video. I was very proud of it, but I needed to take it down for personal reasons.

Baby J’s First Plane Ride

So, I am at the airport, waiting for our flight. With my smallest guy. My two older ones are staying with my in-laws while we are gone. For which I am indescribably thankful. If any of you have had the pleasure of traveling with children… you will understand.

My husband and I don’t take a lot of vacations. So, when his work decided to send him to Boston for training, we jumped at the chance for a fun trip together. We were not able to afford tickets for the whole family, so were super pleased that the grandparents agreed to take the older guys. Baby J is still breastfeeding and he is a free flyer.

Now, just because a kid flies for free does not mean easy travel. So, this will be an experiment of sorts. It will be Baby J’s first really big trip. He could be an easy traveler, like big brother Sammi. Or he could be a screamer, like big brother Sol.

Things that leave my mouth because of my children.

Every parent should keep a log of these things. Seriously. That way you can look back on them when you are having a rough day and giggle at them. I may create a page just to link to these posts so I can find them easily again.

Just from the past two days:

“Sammi, the baby is not a pony. Get off of him.”

“Sammi, quit squishing the baby’s head with your head.”

Sammi loves to play with his baby brother…

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