I would like to commend all of you out there that post updates shortly after having a child. It is not easy. I find myself using every spare minute to catch up on some Z's.
Hence, I will be brief.
[Our family with the best doctor ever- don't mind my bulbous face, the fluid retention is gone and I actually got my wedding ring on for the first time in 4 months- we celebrate the small milestones in our house]
I didn't exactly have a good look of Drew till perhaps day 3. Days 1 and 2 I couldn't keep my eyes open long enough to actually examine each of his cute tiny features. When my hematocrit plummeted to 17 due to blood loss the only option was a blood transfusion or weeks of hibernation, iron pills and constant dizziness. I opted for the blood transfusion. And then another one as well. Two transfusions later I felt like a new woman. (Or man, depending on whom that blood came from) And finally felt like I could physically recover from the c-section.
Drew was born perfectly healthy with a nice set of lungs from all the steroid shots. He had a "blue spell" on our first night there which basically meant he stopped breathing and turned blue. An x-ray determined a large gas bubble in his stomach which must have really been driving him crazy-- to the point he held his breath long enough to turn into a smurf.
We are enjoying having him in our home and are getting use to the demands of a little one. We are so grateful for all the prayers rendered on our tiny family's behalf.
First off an apology is in order. Is it just me or has this been the longest pregnancy ever? I think the fact that "any day could be the day" has really drawn this thing out. Looking back thinking that 32 weeks was perhaps the end really has made these last couple weeks extra long. So, Sorry about that. But on the flip side can you believe that it is now 37 weeks? That's considered full term. (which I attribute 100% to the power of prayer and a pretty amazing doctor) To celebrate we returned the preemie clothes that we previously had purchased.
Other things that are reminding me the end is near:
- I can barely bend my sausage link fingers for a good 2-3 hours in the morning.
- Blood pressure this week was 148/96.
- My bellybutton is sore.
- I go to the bathroom so often that Spencer has put me on a 5-square toilet paper limit.
- Vomiting has reoccurred, due to the shrinking space of my stomach.
- I dream about him a lot. That MUST mean the end is near.
- Oh, and I'm getting nervous...