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Monday, February 23, 2015
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Monday, February 16, 2015
My IVF Journey - Connor is born
Things weren’t all chocolates and roses after Connor was
born. They had to ventilate him. The doctor who performed the ventilation was
fast and accurate. Everyone gave him kudos. He saved Connor at that time.
One hurdle was tackled.
He was so tiny. When I say he could fit in the palm of my
hand I’m not kidding. He was hooked up to various machines. He had ports for
having blood drawn and infused. The next issue to rise was he couldn’t pee. His
sodium was extremely high and blocking him from voiding.
I’ll be honest – the first night I was frightened to see
him. I was scared to death I’d go down and he’d die or they’d tell me bad news.
So I stayed away. I made my husband go down and give me updates.
Early the next morning I couldn’t sleep wondering how he was
and if he was okay. I found my courage and a need to see him. While Sean slept
I snuck down to the NICU. I slipped in and the nurse smiled. Guilt raced
through me. How could I not come see my son earlier? How could I leave him
alone? He needed me and my love. I had to talk to him and let him know everything
would be okay.
The first four days were a roller coaster of events. Things looked
grim and then they looked okay. On the fifth night we were at the hospital holding
him, reading and singing to him. When we put him back in the incubator he peed.
When I say peed it shot up to the roof of his incubator and went all over. His
nurse cheered, while Sean and I cried. It was a huge milestone.
Such a huge milestone his doctor came in and insisted I start
pumping for he would need to have breast milk soon. She advised us we had a
long road ahead of us, but that things were looking good. She told us to go
home, get some sleep and come back in the morning with breast milk.
I did everything she suggested. It was the first night I slept
since giving birth to Connor.
The next morning we walked in with a skip in our step. I couldn’t
wait to hear about his output and if he gained any weight. I was greeted at the
door by his day nurse. The look on her face wasn’t encouraging.
She told us Connor had taken a turn for the worse overnight.
They were transfusing him to keep him alive. They suggested we call in any
family we wanted to say good bye to him. So we did. We called our immediate
families.
Everyone came in and held him for as long as they wanted. There
wasn’t a time limited because they were keeping him pumped with fresh blood. By
the end of the day Sean and I were exhausted – physically and mentally.
We sent everyone home.
We sat in Connor’s room, had him unhooked and held him,
whispering our love for him until he took his last breath. He was gone on
1/9/2010 at 10:28 – a minute shy of his birth six days before.
I’ve watched one other person take their last breath – my grandmother.
While it was painful, there’s nothing that compares to letting your child go.
It’s been five years and my heart still aches for my little boy.
He’s always in my heart and thoughts.
I’ll continue another day. It’s too painful to continue
today.
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
My IVF Journey
Eight years ago I set out on a journey to have another baby.
You see when I was married to my first husband (an abusive man) I had my tubes
tied. I was twenty-eight at the time and had three children. I felt I was done
having kids. Besides, I didn’t want to bring any more children into the abusive
relationship. My two had already seen enough. The third child was a definite
surprise, but a blessing in the end. She was one of the biggest reasons I left
my ex.
Anyway, I married a wonderful man and he didn’t have any
children of his own. I wanted to give him the one thing he felt he was missing –
a child. We looked into many options. We considered reversing my tubal
ligation, but ended up doing IVF.
Now for anyone who has never done IVF it’s not an easy
process. There are a lot of medications – mainly shots. I’m not one for
watching when they give me or my children a shot, so imagine when I had to do
my own. Surprisingly I did good.
The doctor and I decided we would only do a 2 egg transfer because
I’d never had issues getting pregnant so we didn’t want to increase the changes
of multiples. The first round – I got pregnant and then miscarried at 9 weeks. The
second time we did a frozen egg transfer and nothing.
On the third try – another fresh cycle I got pregnant. You couldn’t
imagine my job when I had the ultrasound at 16 weeks and they told me we were
having a boy. I had two girls and a boy and longed for another son. It was the
eve of thanksgiving when we had the ultrasound. We were headed for NY to visit
my family for the holiday. Halfway into our trip the doctor called and informed
me that they saw something a little alarming on the ultrasound with the bowel
structure. They did say it could be nothing but wanted to repeat the test after
the holiday.
The next test showed the same thing. They said they’d
ultrasound my once a month until the baby arrived to keep an eye on things.
On December 30th I went for my next ultrasound
and life went into a downward spiral. After the test they told me the baby was
in distress and would need to be delivered. They sent me to Women and Infants
Hospital. More tests were done and at 10:29pm I gave birth to a 14oz baby boy.
The doctors warned me he wouldn’t cry and chances were high
he wouldn’t survive delivery. In my heart of hearts I knew he would. I’m not
sure why, but my motherly instincts told me he would – and he did.
That was the only the beginning.
More to come tomorrow...
Monday, February 9, 2015
Hard to Be a Flip Flop Girl
When you're buried under 3 feet of snow and another on the way. Time to seriously consider the move to Florida. In the meantime, I'd love to be here soon.
Monday, February 2, 2015
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