Walking out the door ...

We are off to Canada for Passover! As my homocysteine levels are low as are my Protein S levels, I am now on Lovenox twice daily. Oh joy. We are waiting for the MTHFR results.

But we are off to Canada! See you when we get back. Happy Passover!

An update on both my kids

There is so much to say and so little time to write it down. I promised myself that instead of napping when Imri went down, I would post a quick update. Not just because of you, the Internets, but also because this has become my "baby book" of sorts, the only one I have ever started. I wish I was as organized at home as I am at work. Ah well.

Imri update first ... Imri, as has been mentioned before, is obsessed with cars, trucks, trains, anything mechanized and that goes "vroom vroom". Up until this week, he has always said "big cah!!!!" BIG BIG CAH!!!" whenever a truck went by. This week, we were outdoors (he LOVES the outdoors)and he pointed to the neighbour's truck and excitedly said "big KUK!!!! BIG KUK!!!!" Quite loudly, too. It's even more interesting when he does it on the changing table ...




It's pretty funny and I have gotten some strange looks from people, but ... hey, he's a toddler. Besides, pronunciation isn't everything.

I was on the phone the other day, and when I got off, Imri turned to me with hands up, as if shrugging and said "I don't know!! I don't know!!" He slurs it, but it's pretty clear that's what he's saying, probably repeating something I said. He also said "I see cah!" about a car he saw in a book. I'm so blown away. Sentences?? This early? Holy crap. He gets "bird" and "bread" mixed up and points to the bread and says "teet teet"!! (tweet tweet). How cute is that?

And in the "gone and I'm sad" category: No more "mama" and "dada". It's "mommy" and "daddy" now ... *sniff sniff*. He even corrected me the other day when I referred to myself as mama ..."nnnoooooooo!! mammeee!". Also gone are any clothes that are 18 months or less. Yowza. I have to go out and buy my boy a whole new wardrobe in 2T/24 months. He is such a bruiser.

Did I mention the beginning of "no","mine" and "I do"?? Ah, the joy.

Imri has also taken to lying in his crib now when he awakes from naps and talking to himself. It's pretty entertaining and a nice change from the immediate crying that used to commence on waking. *sigh*. He's getting so big, so fast.



As for #2, I saw Dr High Risk this week for yet another scan. Baby is measuring right on target. Dr HR pointed out some placenta previa that remains around the lip of the cervix and noted what at first he thought was separated membranes (bad) but then decided was a clot on the placenta (bad, but not AS bad). He sent me for a bunch of clotting factor bloodwork which isn't back yet. I'm still spotting/bleeding but nothing heavy, just enough to need a pad all the time. So, staying on light duty for now - he encouraged staying at home, but we just can't afford that - and continue to monitor.
Did I mention that Fedex, those morons, lost my nuchal translucency bloodwork?? So they poked me again while I was there. Jeez.

I see the OB this week and next week, after we get back from Canada, I go in for another scan. So far, no one has said that I can't go to Canada although J had been pressuring me to stay home. I don't want to stay home. I miss my family, I never get to see them and it's not like we're going to Guatemala ... (no offense to any Guatemalans out there)but the healthcare system in Canada is excellent and we do have insurance. Unless Dr HR says "absolutely not", I'm going. Which means I'm really hoping that the bloodwork comes back negative for clotting issues. 14 weeks and counting.

J is painting the kitchen this weekend and I am trying to take it easy and clean the house at the same time.

Wish us both luck ...

I took my son out to lunch today ...

Yes I did. We went out to get some stuff at the nearest Targez and then inspiration struck ... why not go somewhere to eat rather than the crap they have at the store restaurant??

There is a nearby diner that we go to, so off he and I went. And it was amazing. From the first moment onward, we had a blast. I ordered a Greek salad for me and chicken nuggets and fries for him ... his came with milk or chocolate milk, so I opted for the later, which he had never had. The waitress offered to empty his water-filled sippy and fill it with chocolate milk. I wish I had a camera to capture the widening of his eyes as he sucked back on that cup ... too amazing.

Everything is new, everything special when you're seventeen months old. Yes, seventeen months old. Wow.

He tried a little of everything, but his main fascination was with the Kalamata olives in my salad. I thought he was saying "owie" but no, it was his version of "olive". He blows my mind ... I think we've had olives once and he remembered. He chowed down on those olives till the waitress went and brought us a whole big container-full, some are in my fridge right now. Yes, I tipped her very nicely. Imri had her completely charmed.

Imri ate the following things for lunch: crackers, a little matza ball soup, a couple of carrots from said soup, cuccumbers from my salad, feta from my salad, some of the chicken tenders and a couple fries, and large quantities of olives. His diaper should be a treat later.

But the best part was spending time with him; talking, playing with stuff on the table (he was fascinated by the sugar package holder and filled and emptied it multiple times), laughing together, learning new words, eating different things and talking about everything ... just being with him and having fun. Yeah, I'm hormonal now and sappy always, but I had tears of joy in my eyes.

Imri, you are such a delight and a joy. Yeah, it sounds like bragging but it's not just how whip-smart you are, nor your "here I am, love me!" presentation to the world - you are just one special boy, in every way.

I love you more than I can say, and I just don't have the words to explain how wonderful you are, so I'm stopping now. You amaze me, 'nuff said.

And a small update on #2 ... I have both a decent sized fibroid and a subchorionic hematoma, both which may have caused the bleed. I am officially on light duty at work and Dr High Risk wants to see me next week again. The spotting continues, as well.

Onwards we go.

More than you asked for ...

Let me reassure my friends in the computer - the nuchal scan was great. Dr High Risk walked in, took my hand in both of his and said warmly: "It's so good to see you again!".

I'm not kidding. I love that man.

Anyway, nuchal measurement was 1.4 which he said was average and "in this case, we love average". Bloodwork was taken, everything looked great and we should have final results including odds and risks of various trisomies by the end of this week.



Which fast-forwards us to this weekend. Gorgeous weather, finally. Imri's loving it - walking and running outside, going for rides in his "car". He is talking a mile a minute and while we're not sure about the meaning of some things ie "capee" which seems to be said at any number of occasions, "ABC!" and "wise kwipies" and "big big big big BIG cah!!!!" are prevalent.




I had Imri out on our backyard swings - he was loving it, laughing out loud and enjoying the weather. John was working on the house, tearing down yet another bit of rotted wood. And I had to go pee. At least it felt that way. Hey, don't be like that - those of you who've either had children or have worked long hours in an ICU - or both - know what it's like. Before you can do anything, you feel a little trickle ... oops. Pantyliners work well. Only ... it wouldn't stop. And my bladder didn't feel that full.
I looked around, making sure no nosy neighbours were peeking and checked. Blood. Lots of it. I called out to J, panicked. He sounded annoyed. In fairness, he gets so little time to do stuff that needs to get done, and he was getting a cold AND his back wasn't good ... but I called out again and told him I was bleeding heavily. He came quickly and got Imri, we went into the house, me gushing blood as I walked. I called the OB.

30 minutes later we were in the ER - putting in an IV and drawing bloodwork. My nurse brain noted that colour of the tubes ... CBC, chem panel, clotting factors, type, cross and screen. Yeah. I think I'm forgetting one. But enough to make me realize that they were taking this seriously. I informed them of my Rh negative status and that it doesn't always show up on bloodwork - I have something called a "weak D" and my blood type can show as O positive sometimes (erroneously). And yes, I was focusing on everything but the life I was sure was draining out of me. How else do you cope with something like that??

I kept bleeding, although less so when not standing or walking. Imri was being his sunshiny toddler self and wanting to explore everything. J was cranky and not feeling well, and worried about me and not coping well with aforementioned toddler. All I could think was "damn. I wish I lived closer to my family. They'd be here in a heartbeat ..."

Speaking of which, the u/s tech came in and scanned me. At first the baby was very still and my heart dropped. The tech said "don't worry, there's the heartbeat - 164!" I burst into tears, of course. It seems that I have a fibroid which is quite large and there seems to be a pool of blood around it, as per the technician. Also, part of my placenta is low, which caused the earlier bleeding so it may have been causing this too.

But the heartbeat was there and the baby started dancing for us - J was in the waiting room with Imri, so he still hasn't seen this baby. But the tech brought me a copy of the pic afterwards as her bedside printer hadn't been working.



And then ... I had to wait for the Rhogam shot. And wait. And wait. And wait ... I spent more time waiting for that shot than actually being treated. Ah well. The staff were great. And we hit the McDonalds afterwards because I hadn't eaten all day and Imri kept saying "eat" "eat". Yeah, chicken mcnuggetz and fries. I'm going to hell, aren't I?

I've been put on bedrest for 24 hours, hence me sitting home here alone with enough time to update y'all. I see the OB this afternoon and hopefully all will be well. I'm hoping to get a note for light duty for work, as pushing 200+ lb people on stretchers isn't my idea of taking it easy.


So there you have it. I'll taking "boring remainder of pregnancy" for $400 please, Alex.

PS - thank you for the kind comments on my last post. I really appreciate your understanding and compassion.