tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579363400038788092024-03-13T10:10:31.334-07:00Tina OReilly Author and Freelance Writer aka The Flip Flop WriterAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08449176216941828281noreply@blogger.comBlogger151125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457936340003878809.post-18494357284927085492018-04-02T23:36:00.002-07:002018-04-02T23:36:15.198-07:00Crippling the Victim by Stealing Their Money<a href="http://www.tinaoreilly.com/SoundofMadness/what-is-economic-abuse/">http://www.tinaoreilly.com/SoundofMadness/what-is-economic-abuse/</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08449176216941828281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457936340003878809.post-36082935391231989762018-02-14T06:39:00.000-08:002018-02-14T06:39:35.801-08:00Isolation and the Marriage ProposalA new blog is posted<br />
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<li>Selective Mutism</li>
<li>ADHD</li>
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<li>Depression</li>
<li>Crohns</li>
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If there's something you'd like to read about on the blog, please leave a comment and I'll be happy to do my best to cover the topic.<br />
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7 Steps to Being the Best You<br />
<a href="http://momsmagazine.com/2015/03/30/7-steps-to-being-the-best-you-can-be/">http://momsmagazine.com/2015/03/30/7-steps-to-being-the-best-you-can-be/</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08449176216941828281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457936340003878809.post-72162328322770311892015-03-30T03:00:00.000-07:002015-03-30T03:00:01.043-07:00The IVF Journey Concludes
I'm sorry it took so long to finish this story. When I relive the death of our son it takes its toll. Here it is now.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It took us a good six months to get back on our feet. I suffered
from postpartum depression. I’d hide away in my room for days at a time. My
youngest at the time, twelve, couldn’t understand why her mom wasn’t talking to
anyone. I couldn’t understand why our son died. Why us. Well, now I know why. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The statistics aren’t great for a full term pregnancy,
especially someone over 40. I can’t tell you if I ignored the statistics when
we started or if they weren’t emphasized enough. Either way, Connor was gone
and I was trying how to figure out my life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Eventually we resumed as normal a life as we could. Surprisingly
our marriage survived. I wasn’t sure for a time. How could it? We were both
suffering separately. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the fall of that year we took a few mini vacations, long
weekends. Anything to get away from the house. The only positive was we hadn’t
decorated his room. For some reason I wanted to wait until March, even though
he was due in April. Why? I’ve asked myself the question a million times. Maybe
in the back of my mind I knew.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The vacations were nice. One day at lunch looking over the
bay I said something to my husband that just about floored him. “We have 2
frozen eggs left, why don’t we see what happens.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">He agreed. He didn’t want to wonder what if the rest of his
life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This was our fourth round of IVF. Nothing. It didn’t work. It
was probably another six months before I asked if he wanted to try one last
time. I was 42. I wasn’t naïve. My time was running out. It was now or never.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">For anyone who hasn’t experienced IVF it isn’t easy. We did
it and it was successful. At first I thought I was carrying twins. We went for
the gusto and had 6 eggs transferred. My levels were high and they though it
was multiples. It wasn’t. The good news was it a strong pregnancy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was hooked up with the best high risk pregnancy doctors
and neo-natal team. Everyone was in our corner knowing what we went through. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The weekend of the fourth of July I went into premature
labor. I stayed in the hospital for 3 days and they were able to stop the
labor. I was sent home with only 8 weeks to go. They felt certain I’d be okay
to work and live normal for the rest of the pregnancy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">On July 28<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> I went for a brief swim in my pool
to cool off. I only glided around the pool – nothing strenuous. It was seven
p.m. and I was sitting on the couch and the urge to go to the bathroom hit. I went
came back, sat down and felt like I wet myself. It happened and again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I looked to the hubby and said I believe my water just
broke. No I had no clue what it felt like because it never happened before,
even though I had 3 kids. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Went to the hospital and sure enough I was 2 centimeters dilated.
They brought me up to the OR for a C-Section and at 10:29 our daughter was
born. She was 5 weeks early and only weighed 4lbs 10ozs. Tiny compared to my
full term babies. She was healthy and that’s all that mattered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Today she’s a healthy happy child and we are so blessed to
have the gift of life. It took another 2 ½ years for me to get medicated and
stop the mood swings from all the IVF drugs and postpartum. Things were
different from when I was younger. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now I’m normal again! As normal as I can be. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">One hurdle was tackled. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I did everything she suggested. It was the first night I slept
since giving birth to Connor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We sent everyone home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">He’s always in my heart and thoughts. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ll continue another day. It’s too painful to continue
today.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">On December 30<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> 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. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">That was the only the beginning. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
More to come tomorrow...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08449176216941828281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457936340003878809.post-57312559709124674212015-02-09T03:30:00.000-08:002015-02-09T03:30:01.045-08:00Hard to Be a Flip Flop GirlWhen 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.<br />
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This picture is property of the AP and a special thanks for a stunning victory pic.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08449176216941828281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457936340003878809.post-20232680414665306202014-12-31T05:02:00.001-08:002014-12-31T05:02:45.423-08:00Happy AnniversaryToday I'm blessed to celebrate 8 years of marriage.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08449176216941828281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457936340003878809.post-55235037975569676172014-12-30T04:22:00.000-08:002014-12-30T04:22:26.511-08:00Happy Birthday, Little GuyFive years ago I gave birth to a preemie. He weighed 14oz. The little guy fought a good fight for 6 days, but was plagued by too many issues. We decided (at the doctor's suggestion) to take him off his oxygen. <br />
For anyone who has lost a child you know the pain. Connor was the second person I sat with while taking their final breath. While I know it was for the best, it was the toughest thing I've done to date. <br />
We later found out just how serious his issues were and know he never would've had any quality of life. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08449176216941828281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457936340003878809.post-56899329798537740562014-09-23T03:40:00.001-07:002014-09-23T03:40:56.686-07:00Happy Autumn!Okay, Autumn is beautiful. I'll admit it. But I love summer and I'm bummed that it is officially over. <br />
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