I know that we have been through a lot and I really haven't had a chance to sit down and update. Well the last (almost) four months started off a little rough but now our lives could not better. I never really sat down to blog about it, so now here I go. To my surprise a headache is what started my journey into motherhood. After around the 5th hour of my excruciating brain pounder of a migraine, Cory told me that I had no choice but to call the doctor. When I explained all of my symptoms the nice but very stern male nurse told me that I needed to get to labor and delivery asap! Of course I texted my mom to give her the heads up and off we went. I got put into a monitoring room in labor and delivery, there they checked my vitals. The stern but lovely male nurse made quite the face after taking my blood pressure. He took it again to be sure and it was around 170/130. So next thing I know the doctor runs in after the c section he had just finished, to tell me I was having preeclampsia they would be starting me on meds and rushing me to another hospital that has a nicu. I'm not sure if it was my natural reaction or just the nasty medicine that made everyone sound like the Charlie brown teacher. I knew that they were talking but I constantly was clarifying with Cory about what was going to happen.
Around and hour later after becoming what felt like a lab rat. I was hooked up to every machine And getting put on a Stretcher. Cory looked like he was going to kill someone during my whole entire ambulance experience. It was a reservist weekend and I think 7 people not including Cory were taking me on my trip to the other hospital. They couldn't get the gurney to lock twice, once to just get it standing up and they never quite got me locked into the actual vehicle. As I'm rolling around at every turn they realized the pump for my IV was possibly going to run out of batteries. ( without the meds I could have started seizing. ) so my amazingly smart husband found a plug and held it in his lap the whole ride. Those 7 people were a huge help as u can tell.
I got to the next hospital and got all settled to be on a 24 hr watch. Meanwhile my crazed mother, got herself, my dad and my brother up to northern CA. I think I was at north bay hospital for an hour before they showed up. Surprisingly no one was hurt in my mothers hurry to get there. It seemed like day turned to night so fast and still I was in a mental coma. I really don't remember much but the fact that I was starting to get hungry and the nurse brought me everything she could find at 3am. DON'T EAT THE HOSPITAL POPSICLES! I won't go further than to say I quickly made her also find me a nice blue bag Thingy.
Finally morning and I felt kinda funny. My mom and dad came to see how things went and the look on my moms face was not good. My dad was pale, which I'm not sure if it was the lack if coffee. All of the sudden I really had the urge to sit up. BIG MISTAKE, my whole entire body had swollen up like a blimp! I mean huge! My nose had disappeared! Just seeing myself like that made me need another blue bag thingy. It was about 9am and they had been drawing blood every 3 hrs since I got admitted, the doctor came in and In Charlie brown teacher talk told me that my kidneys had started to shut down and next to go was my liver. The only cure was to deliver Logan.
The nice doctor gave me a choice, either I get induced and try to deliver him myself (most likely ending up having to have a c-section) or just have a c-section. She gave me some time to decide. My mom looked at me for a answer. Little to her surprise I had mentally shut down over 24hrs ago so I didn't freak myself out. Of course I woke up Cory and asked him what he thought. "whatever you want" was what I got. So I sat in complete silence until my doctor came back in the room. Cory and my brother rushed to the hospital all pillow faced and groggy. I told my doctor that I wanted a c-section. Which apparently I would have had anyways if my mom had an option. So I went into complete isolation! Closed my brain off to everything so I didn't over think a second of anything.
They got Cory and I ready and it seemed like two minutes and I was in the operating room. My little man was born and I didn't feel a thing.
Thanks to my wonderful family and all of their love. The week in the hospital went by fast. I didn't want to leave him! I was terrified walking to the car. I had never felt so empty in my whole life. My gorgeous tiny little man needed me and I just wanted to stay. Of course I went back in 3hrs but it felt like I wasn't complete. So it started, The longest month of my life! Going to the hospital every 3hrs! In my heart it felt like someone had stolen my child, but I knew they were just trying to make him stronger. As the days lingered, it was finally time to come home. My mom came down to help me out. He was perfect. Heart monitor and all!
It is crazy to me what a couple of months or even just 24hrs can do to your life. Logan is doing wonderful now. Our little man is turning in to our little chunk! I couldn't imagine another breath without him! He is my whole world. His smiles can melt my heart every time.
