Saturday, March 27, 2010

Choo Choo

That is said at least a hundred times a day at our house.  This afternoon, Troy got so excited to watch a GeoTraks movie.  The same one the he has seen a million times.  He's crazy about trains.  We have train books, train games (online), Kris made him a train coloring book, trains galore...trains trains trains.  At daycare, if he is not outside or napping, he is playing with trains.  Tara said he always has a train in hand.  This just came on.  We got hit with a train stick and I think that it is here to stay.  He loves trains.  He's obsessed with trains and frankly, I don't understand why.  I am not a lover of trains however have nothing against trains.  Therefore, I will stick to dolls and barbies with Rylee.

Other news, our neighboring town Cuba City, high school girls went to state.  They won yesterday and played this afternoon.  They won again!  Right now, we can the cracks of what sounds to be fireworks.  Congrats Cuban girls!

Tonight, Kris and I listened to the remake of "We are the World".  I know they remade this song in January but tonight was the first time that I had heard it.  Amazing!  I have always been a fan of Michael Jackson's work, his past with the boys is a little dicey but his work even from a young age is amazing.  We are lovers of music around our house.  I only hope that our children inherit their daddy's amazing musical skills as mine are much to be desired (my mom has told me more than once my singing is like "a cat stuck in a dryer", really she said that...thanks Mom).  Many may find it hard to believe that my super quiet, reserved husband can sing...well he sure can.  He held some lead roles in a couple musicals in high school...really he did!  I have proof, I am sure we have a CD around here somewhere of 7 Brides for 7 Brothers.  Anyway, here is the video of "We are the World" for Haiti.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

The last few days...

have been crazy, to say the least.  At 5 am Tuesday morning, I woke to a contraction.  I had a full bladder so I went potty and went back to bed.  I only had a few more before it was time to get up and start the day.  I wasn't worried about them.  It was more uncomfortable than anything but not painful.  I went to work.  At 11, I went to the clinic and got my first shot of 17 alpha - hydroxyprogesterone caporate.  That is the shot that I am taking.  250 mg or 1 mL every week for 20 weeks.  The 10 mL vial was delivered to my house on Friday.  It wasn't until I was at the appt that I actually looked at the stuff and read what was on the box and paper work.  It has a castor oil base.  Now, if memory serves me right which I am most certain it does, there is an old wives' tale that drinking castor oil during pregnancy will induce labor.  (An ex-coworker of mine actually tried this on a couple of her pregnancies...didn't work either time!  DISGUSTING!)  I began to wonder about this shot that I would soon be getting.  Then I moved the vial to the side, sloshing it around inside the bottle.  It looked like Karol syrup watered down a little.  It was thick!  SO thick in fact, that it took the nurse 15 minutes just to get the 1 mL dose in the syringe.  Then another 5 minutes to inject that crap in my arm.  Oh my goodness, the pressure and weight of that in my arm was unbelievable.  My arm hurt the rest of the day.  I had the shot given to me at 11:15 am.  At 3 pm, I got pounded with contractions.  The same as that morning.  They were just pressure and uncomfortable but were one right after the other.  They lasted pretty steadily until 5 the next morning when they abruptly stopped.  I was a little freaked out but the only thing was that they didn't hurt.  There was absolutely no pain just pressure and more annoying than anything.  Late Wednesday afternoon, like right before 5 pm, they started back up regularly (I had a few scattered ones throughout the day).  After picking up the kids from daycare and in the car heading home, those darn contractions got worse.  They actually started to hurt and there was ton of pressure.  I got a wee bit concerned at that point.  However, once I laid down at bedtime, they quit.  They've pretty much been gone since just a few scattered ones throughout the last 24 hours.  

I didn't call the doctor, against all advice.  I didn't call because there was no pain until early Wednesday evening.  But primarily, I was afraid of what he was going to say to me.  I was deathly afraid he was going to put me on bedrest for the next 20+ish weeks and I didn't want that.  I had a regular OB appt scheduled for today at 2.  When I talked to the nurse, told her what had been going on, she asked me to undress because Dr. B would want to check me.  Now, my fellow friends and family, that freakin' hurts.  It doesn't matter if you're 16 weeks or 36 weeks, it plain hurts.  However, he found no dilation.  He then gave me 2 options, go home for the next 20 weeks or wait and see how these pan out.  I chose the continue my daily routine as long as I can and see how this pans out.  I don't want to be laid up for 20 weeks.  I don't want to be laid up to 1 week.  2 weeks with each of my children has been bad enough.  He said he wants a boring ultrasound next time.  The heartbeat was lower this time...143 bpm.  Kris and I were talking this afternoon, we both think that it's a boy.  The way that I am carrying this one is the same as with Troy.  Troy's heartbeat at this time was 148 bpm.  I wrote in the belly book that at this same appointment with Troy that I declined the blood test that tests for Downs Syndrome.  I declined it again today.  I will love this baby no matter what.  The test is not 100% therefore I don't even want to chance dealing with a positive reading.  What Kris and I dealt with this last year with Rylee was unexpected and no matter what, couldn't have been prevented.  We dealt with it better, I believe, having it thrown at us.  If that is the case again, I know we can handle it.  I am not afraid of Downs Syndrome.  It wouldn't make a difference to us if we found out now or in 20 weeks, I would still give this baby a life.  Therefore, no need for a lousy test. 

On to kids news!  This past weekend, we demoted Troy back to his crib.  We lowered it practically to the floor so now he can't get out.  He also can't roll out of bed.  We've decided to be strict with ourselves and make him sleep in his own bed, in his room.  We also have Rylee sleeping in their room also.  (They share a room) A week ago, all 4 of us were sleeping in the same room, 3 of us in our bed, and we're were cramped.  Now, the monitor is hanging on their wall, doubling as a night light for them, so I can hear each of them.  Now, after sending Troy to bed 1 hour ago, Troy is rolling around in bed, whining, while Rylee is peacefully sleeping in her bed. 

We decided that we would leave the time to start potty training up to Troy.  I didn't want to push him before he was ready...well he's ready.  He woke this morning and told me he had to potty.  So we rushed off to the bathroom and I didn't think he would stop piddling.  It's another step closer. 

My co-worker Sue's niece had a baby last weekend.  That night that it was a snowy mess.  She woke thinking that she had to use the bathroom then she found that she was bleeding.  She and her boyfriend decided to head to hospital.  However, their baby had other plains.  During a snow storm, Jaime gave birth to a 1 lb, 10 oz , 12 inch long, baby girl named Samantha in the backseat of the car.  The ambulance had to meet them and follow a snow plow to get to the hospital.  They are at Meriter in Madison.  This little girl was born 15 weeks early.  She is breathing on her own.  Amazing!!

 

Sunday, March 21, 2010

quick update

Kris and I are cleaning house today.  Literally, we are cleaning closets, toys...everything.  It's like that show Clean Sweep at our house today.  I am taking a break right now.  I am kind of stuck until more gets done.  We are busting at the seams with toys and clothes at our house.  The clothes needed to be gone through.  Rylee is pretty much out of her 0-3 month clothes and moving into 3-6 months.  So we are slowing making the transition.  We decided to wash the toys and puts some away until next fall.  Then we'll do a little switcheroo.  Our pile for the garage includes (2) 18-gal storage tubs of Rylee's preemie to 0-3 clothes and (1) 36-gal tub of toys.  I have a 18-gal tub for Troy's clothes, I just need to fold and put in there.  Pretty soon, their room will be empty of everything but their beds and dresser.  The toys will remain in the living room. 

I wanted to update you all about Rylee's doctor situation.  I talked to our case manager through the insurance company.  She said that our insurance covers UW hospital and clinics and to take advantage of that.  We can also do self-referrals to specialists if we feel we need to see one.  For example, Rylee's messed up feet, we can do a self-referral to the Orthopedic doctor at UW.  Anyway, I found a few doctors through a UW clinic that is willing to take Rylee.  Dr. Robin Wright is more than happy to take a look at her.  She is particularly worried about the vomiting and suggests a call be made to our Neurosurgeon, Dr. Albright. She wanted enough time to look through all of Rylee's medical records so we will see her on April 13th.  We see Neurosurgery on April 8 for a MRI and a checkup.  April is going to bring new and exciting things.  We're more than excited to go meet Dr. Wright.  She specializes in infant and child development which is primarily what we need.  We are also going to see UW genetics.  I am doing a self-referral for that one.  I think it would be best to get in right away and talk to them about this chromosome deletion, see what they know about and talk about this little babe that I'm carrying.  So that is where we stand as of right now on second opinions.  We'll see what Dr. Wright has to say on the 13th! 

Oh ya, in my refridgerator is 10 mL of hydroxiprogesterone 17.  My first shot, 1 mL, is Tuesday.  YUCKY!!!  I see Dr. B on Thursday for a regular OB checkup. 

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Flying high right now

I noticed Rylee playing with her hands alot last night.  So while dinner was cooking, I sat down with the Flip on the tripod to see if I could get her to wave or clap.  I did this because she's been mocking us quite a bit like if I smack my lips at her or if Daddy is chewing then she will copy.  She did it.  She clapped.  And she was happy about it!  I balled like a baby.  Clapping is a huge cognitive milestone.  It's awesome.  She clapped today when Marcy, PT, was there.  She did very well during PT this morning.  It was one of her best times I think.  I never get to be there during therapy but Thursdays are the day I go into work at 9 instead of 8 so I got to sit through the entire therapy session.  Rylee only lasted about 40 minutes, fussed for about 10 and then Marcy called it quits 10 minutes early today.

Other news,  my car is in the shop.  My Jeep is having a ball-joint replacement today.  I had my oil changed a couple weeks ago and they said I had all these problems.  So I took it to Al who said it needs a new ball-joint, tie rod which is the entire steering column, brake pads, wipers and he was looking into the reason my check engine light is constantly on.  After talking it over with Al, we decided to hold off on the tie rod which would cost about $800 with labor and the brakes aren't terrible so hold off on those til the end of summer.  Wipers are easily replaced.  He did figure out my check engine light.  Apparently there is a flappy thing that lets air through and it was staying shut instead of opening and closing.  He fixed that last week.  Today, a new ball joint costing roughly $400.  UGH!  Al said it was pretty bad and needed to be done.  I have never had to worry about this kind of stuff because well, my dad is a mechanic and owned his own body shop.  Owned being the opportive word.  His body shop as well as Timbers restaurant, have been replaced by a Walgreens.  Sad...he no longer fixes my car.  And this is the first time anything major has gone wrong with one of our vehicles.  Al's is a body shop owned and ran by Al that is similar to my dad's shop and a few people I work with have him service their vehicles too.  Good bye $400...you'll be very missed....Hello new ball joint....I have no idea what you are, do or look like.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Day off

I got to take part of the day off yesterday.  Our babysitter took the day off and since Daddy is on spring break, I got to home to care for our babes at 2:30.  Not very much earlier, but enough to get some things done. The only thing on my list to do was to find a pediatric doctor to look at Rylee.  We need a fresh pair of eyes looking her over to make sure that all of her problems are being covered.  While I was making phone calls, Troy escaped.  He simply got outside.  I had locked the side door knowing that he could easily get out of that door.  But he walked right past me and went outside.  He hadn't had a nap the entire day at it was 3:30 at this point.  School was just getting out.  When I hung up, I went to get him to get shoes and a sweatshirt on to go outside and play.  However, I couldn't find him.  He was gone.  I ran outside, yelling his name...nothing.  I partially ran into the backyard, no Troy.  I ran to the end of the driverway...not up or down the street.  I was worried that he would be hit by a car, since school was just getting out and we live close to the school.  I thought maybe he had ran into the neighbors backyard so I ran out to the backyard while trying to get ahold of Kris and hyperventilating.  Then as Kris's voicemail picked up, I spotted him.  He was sitting waste deep in the sand box...playing.  I said, "Troy" to which he turned around to look at me and said "Hi Momma.  Sand!"  At that point, I didn't know whether to beat him or hug him.  So I just watched him.  After my heart got back in a sinus rythum, I lectured him a little, got Rylee and we played in the sandbox for an hour.  I wish I had a photo of Rylee when I put her in the sand.  She was definitely not sure about that stuff!  My camera is on vacation this week so I am without.  However, I found myself searching for it twice in the last couple of days.  My little brother, Scott, is enjoying his Spring Break in Florida.  I talked to him last night, it was cold, gloomy and windy.  I gloated about our warm, sunny 65°. 

As I mentioned earlier, Troy hadn't napped all day yesterday.  Well, that will be the last time that happens for a while.  That boy was cranky!  He didn't want any of the Chicken Pot Pie that I put together for supper.  He simply pushed his bowl away and said "yuck".  Um, I beg to differ!  I swallowed that rude little comment reminding myself that he had gone all day without a nap and got him down from his seat telling him that whenever he was hungry to come back and enjoy! He stomped off into the livingroom and watched Olivia.  After Olivia finished, he came back to the table, climbed up and ate all by himself.  I cleaned him up, which ticked him off, and he again stomped back into the livingroom.  I cleaned up the table, put dinner away and went to check on him...6:45 pm and he was sawing logs!  He was down until 11:30 pm, got up for an hour and when daddy came home went back to bed.  Never again!

Monday, March 15, 2010

Bumps!

This pregnancy is so different then my pregnancies with Troy and Rylee.  My pregnancies with Troy and Rylee were easy...plain and simple...I wasn't sick or totally warn out all the time.  This time around I am whipped, maybe because this time I have not only a 1 year old but a 2 year old too, and oh so sick.  I have been so sick, I've lost 5 lbs in 2 months instead of gaining 5 lbs.  With Troy and Rylee, I didn't get much of belly until later on...and with Troy it got big!  This time, my belly is as big as it was the day that I had Rylee, not even kidding.  With Troy and Rylee, I felt them both kick at 17 weeks.  This time, 14 weeks and I am getting bump bump bumps.  Just a second ago, I called Kris over to "feel" because I am sure he probably could've felt them but baby moved out of the way of his hand and kicked me elsewhere in there.  This time I have been so miserable, Kris and I have taken to calling this child, I do feel bad about this, "the Devil Spawn".  Isn't that horrible?  Troy was "bebu" and Rylee was "Rylee" (because we knew she was a girl).  This time we are not finding out but whenever I think about this baby, I think of a curly blonde haired, blue eyed little girl with a laugh of the devil.  You know that laugh that I am think of, I know you do.  BUT, I have had 3 dreams with this baby in it and all 3 times it's been a boy.  Weird right?  I have no clue what gender this babe is.  I guess we'll find out at the end of the summer. 

We went to visit my grandma today.  She says, "So I hear that I am going to have 2 new great-grandbabies.  Jen and Craig and I just found out about Erin and Dave.  That's exciting."  So I told her about Kris and I.  My Grandma is a smart lady.  I am sure she noticed this enormous belly I am toting around.  Needless to say, it's raining babies around our family.  Christmas is going to be fun this year!

Other news, I went out on my own to get an actual foot doctor's opinion of Rylee's feet, so I made an appointment with a Podiatrist.  Apparently, that wasn't the right way to handle it.  Should've see an Orthopedic doctor.  Now, no one told me that until after I took her to the podiatrist.  Anyway, our appointment with the Podiatrist was a TOTAL WASTE OF TIME!  She says "There is absolutely no way Rylee will be able to walk with feet like this.  Why don't you come back and see me in 6 months and we'll talk about ortho inserts and braces at night."  6 months...are you freaking kidding me.  I am having a baby in 6 months, Rylee's therapy's goals for the next 12 months is for her to be walking by 2.  Why not fix the problem now.  I didn't agree with her opinion at all.  Right now we are at a stand still.  I frustrated beyond belief because (1) I want her to walk or crawl or do something!, (2) these feet have been a concern from day 1 of her life but now 13 months later, no wants to do anything and (3) the vomiting is back and has been back for about a month. 

I love Dr. C.  He has done a lot for us.  Iowa City has been kinda awesome too.  But I have this nagging pit in my stomach that we need to take her elsewhere.  Dr. C, who isn't a pediatric doctor he's a family practice doctor, AND Iowa City missed the Hydrocephalus.  It took a doctor who had seen her once, passed her in the hallway and took a glance late at night at her chart to diagnose her with it.  It was bad.  It was so bad that left untreated for even a week, she wouldn't be here right now.  I am second guessing all the time.  What I want for Rylee is to have a team of doctors that can sit down with me and tell me a plan of action.  I want to hear what kidney disease, heart disease, Chromosome deletion, chronic lung disease, screwed up feet and legs means for her and what we are going to do about.  Right now, our "team" of doctors are in Iowa City, Madison, Platteville and Dubuque.  I hate that.  I felt very comfortable with Dr. C but right now I don't think that we are seeing all the right people.  My gut is telling me that.  But I have no idea how to go about getting the right people.  We need answers before this baby comes.  We need to know what this Chromosome abnormality means and the likelihood of this baby to have it as well.  Any ideas?

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

The new at our little ol' home

Not much new at our house.  We purchased my brother in law and sister in law's little chest freezer.  We need a little more room.  This one will take residence in our garage and store our goods like meat.  I am sure that my Dad and Deb will be glad to get that 1/4 beef out of their freezer. 

I follow a blog called Kelly's Korner. A few weeks ago, she mentioned a prayer request for a little girl name  Layla GraceLayla Grace had cancer and in the end of January found new tumors.  The doctors told her parents to take her home and enjoy her for the next couple of weeks.  Early this afternoon, her parents twittered "Layla went to play with angels early this morning. Rest in peace precious Layla. 11/26/2007-3/9/2010."  Please pray for her parents and older sisters (her 9 year old sister has been having a very tough time lately) that they grieve and rejoice Layla's short life.

I also follow a blog called Knock Off Wood.  This woman is simply amazing.  She takes designs from your favorite stores, like Pottery Barn, and makes easy designs from their products for people to reproduce at a fraction of the cost.  Her motto is "How to Build Knock-out Knock-off furniture".  I don't know about you but I sure can't afford Pottery Barn furniture. However, thanks to her blog, I could build it according to her plans.  Now I understand copyrights and trademarks and such, but this woman received a letter from William Sonoma stating pretty much that they are sweating bullets because her blog.  I think it's funny.  Pottery Barn is way over priced, rediculously so, and all this woman, Ana, is doing is making her own plans to create furniture similar to theirs.  Plus she lives in Alaska, can you imagine how much it would cost to have furniture shipped to her, ugh!  It's a neat website.  Take a look, hurry, because she has to take all the trademark photos and names down soon!

No other news at our house.  We just truckin' along pretty good.  Oh, I did make an appointment for Rylee to see a podiatrist.  It was today at 10...but I forgot and Kris forgot so we missed.  I rescheduled for Thursday.  We won't forget this time.  And, my ob doctor's office sent the pre-authorization for my progesterone shot.  WPS told me it takes up to 15 business days to approve it.  Well I need it in 15 days, like 2 weeks and 1 day from now, I will be at my appointment for my first shot.  Boohoo. 2 weeks and 1 day is all I have left before I have to infringe upon weekly shots for 20 weeks...the thought makes me want to hide in a hole for the next 22 weeks.  Tomorrow is wednesday...hump day!  YAY!  Come on weekend!

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Just yakin'

Currently it is 8:47 pm and Troy is still awake, poking at my ever so large tummy then tapping that finger to his lips and saying, "hmmm".  Funny kid, except HE'S STILL AWAKE!  I am so tired of this.  The house is dark except for the dim glow of my laptop and the only sounds are my typing and Rylee's snoring.  He's been up and down and all around since we came to bed.  Now I have complained about this before.  It's nothing new.  We've been dealing with this for the last 6 months or more!  We have been getting rid of the pacifier.  He doesn't even miss it during the day.  It's at bedtime that he seems to "need" it.  I just popped it in his mouth and now he's peacefully laying down, arm wrapped through my arm and eyes closed...oh now they're open.  Anyway, soon (as in like an hour) he may be asleep.  We've decided that we are not buying anymore pacifiers.  Rylee took to one for a couple of days and that was it.  She hates them.  Troy took to one right away.  We've been attached to it ever since.  Now we are down to 2 maybe 3 pink pacifiers and when they are gone, they are gone.  No more buying the darn things.  Especially when he has gone days without one.  I know he can do it.  He doesn't hardly ask for one anymore. 

In other news, Troy got ahold of  pen from who only knows where, and decorated his legs.  And by decorated, I mean toes to hips.  Kris tried to clean him up before they had to leave to go to daycare but as of right now he is still faintly tattooed.  I know, exciting life we live right?!

Rylee had physical therapy this morning.  I am never home during therapy.  Lately, physical therapy has been landing on Thursday mornings at 7:30 am.  Normally this would work perfect for me since Thursday is my late day meaning I don't have to be to work until 9 (this makes up for the extra hour we work on Friday nights).  However, lately I have been trying like a maniac to make up hours for the time that I missed either to go to a doctor appt or stay home with Troy and Rylee when they were sick.  Today, I made up my last hour by going in to work at 8.  But that meant that I missed another therapy session.  When I called Kristopher this afternoon, he said that she did the same ol' same ol'.  Now, since I am never in therapy, I don't even know what same ol' is.  He didn't explain it to well.  Therefore, I can't really give you an update as to what happened during therapy today just that it was the same ol' same ol'.

Jackpot!!  Troy is asleep.  I am going to grab my rest as much as I can.  (Side note:  Rylee woke up at 4:30 this morning.  I wish I could be as happy as she is when I wake up for the day.)  Good night all!

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

The "Plan"

Friday, I seen Dr. B for a regular OB checkup.  Kristopher went with me.  We spoke of many many things.  He kept asking, "anything else?"  I had lots of questions.  But before I seen Dr. B the nurse checked for a heartbeat.  Whoosh...whoosh...whoosh...came across the doppler at 152 bpm.  It was reassuring to hear.  Dr. B was pleased with the strong heartbeat.  He said that once a heartbeat is heard from the outside there is a 97% chance that a "high maintenance creature" will be added our brood. 

The major things we talked about were:

Q:  IF I go into preterm labor, where do I go?  Do I have to go to Iowa City?  Or can I go to Meriter in Madison? 
A:  Our insurance company is a Wisconsin based private insurance company therefore, I can go where ever I want!

Q: Progesterone shots that were mentioned?
A: These shots (I already spoke to my insurance company who said they need to be pre-certified) will start at 16 weeks with the last one on week 36 and administered every week.  (Remember the 3 month trouble we had trying to get Rylee's Synagis?  It obviously can't take that long again!)

He did all his other neccessities that had to be done.  Then we were sent on our way.

For a few years, we have went on a family vacation.  We being my brothers and sisters.  However, last year we didn't go.  We wouldn't have been able to go last year anyway but I missed it.  It was 1 weekend of the summer to get away and camp.  We're not ruff campers now that there are lots of kids in the mix.  This year, I can't go.  Dr. B told me to stay close to home this summer.  After June 16, I am not aloud to travel outside a 50 mile radius of Dubuque.  That pretty much means that we have to stay home.  No visiting Grandma and Grandpa Klauer or trips to Madison or watching our beloved Brewers.  I guess Kris and the kids could go do those things but not Mommy.  My house should be plenty clean and organized and ready for a new baby.  AND, starting May 1st we can have visitors at our house again after 6 months without (as long as they are healthy). 

I've had 2 dreams about this baby.  Despite my strong feeling that it's a girl, it's been a boy in both dreams.  Hmmm....I am definitely confused.  I think Kris and I have chosen names.    I chose a girl name and he chose a boy name and we agree that we like each of them.  BUT, we're not going to tell anyone so you have to just have to be patient. I will give you a hint.  They will start with either a W or L.  That is all you get!

My friend Carolyn is due to have a baby right before me.  My friend Dana just told everyone that she is due to have a baby about a month after me.  We are rooting and praying that our friend Andrea and her husband get to share some news of their own soon (they've been trying for a while, pray for them!)  I looked up the Chinese gender calendar to see what we would each be having, it came up with 2 girls and a boy.  We'll see!  I don't know if they are going to find out what they are having or not, I know that we are NOT!  We didn't find out with Troy but we did know Rylee.  I can honestly say, it was a much bigger surprise/overwelming joy when we didn't find out.  If someone asked me which was "better" I would tell them to wait.  It's worth it in the end!