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So this just happened…

I’d like to note here that I wrote this on my phone.  I’ll hopefully edit it on my computer later but please excuse any wonkiness.

Today we had our 11th baby at exactly 41 weeks. She’s a perfect 8lbs 6oz and she’s just a smidgen under 22″ long.

Here is a quick rundown of how this most interesting birth went.

I had been having super painful contractions for the last four days that were averaging about 20 minutes apart, sometimes stalling for hours, and I was sure my pelvic bone was going to snap into a thousand pieces at any moment.

These were not my normal contractions.

We were planning a homebirth but this morning I was growing concerned and thought we may need to transfer to a hospital. Rabbit suggested we talk to the midwives first so off we went to that already schedule 12 noon appointment

Midwife said we could go in for an ultrasound but asked if she could check my cervix first so we would have all the information possible before making any decisions.  Low and behold I was 8cm dilated and we were all surprised because my contractons, while super painful, were never closer than 10 minutes and certainly not regular at all.

By the time we were leaving that appointment to race home and get ready to have a baby the contractions were becoming a regular 12 minutes apart for the first time and didn’t hurt nearly as bad.

The midwife said they would pick up their equipment and be right behind us. She did warn me that if my water broke Baby would probably be born very quickly after.  Rabbit tried to drive fast but calmly and we made it home within a half hour.  While he drove I texted Kait (our oldest) and told her it was about time but that my contractions were still far apart and we likely had a few more hours.

Hahaha. No.

While he got to work preparing the bed and vacuuming and whatnot, I shouted any progress to him from the bathroom because I had this constant urge to pee. I was glad to be home, glad to be in real labor, glad to know that today was the day.

15 minutes later.

My contractions were closing in.  8 minutes apart.   And my water broke.

I texted this news to my my midwife who responded with “Oh Lord”. I should have taken her response as a sign that things were about to get real but the contractions were still bearable, and 8 minutes apart, so I thought I had a couple hours to go.

Abd here is the part of the story where our baby just crawls on out.

About 20 minutes after my water broke I had a 2 minute long, very intense contraction and I knew right then that I’d be having this baby on the floor of my bathroom.

I hollered to my husband.

Me: The baby is coming right now and I need your help.

Rabbit (super calm): Okay, well the midwives aren’t here yet so let’s get you to the bed.

Me: No I mean the baby is coming NOW and you need to catch her!

Rabbit (still super calm as he gets to where he can catch her): okay, just tell me what you need me to do.

Me: Get a towel to put under me! (I was very concerned about the baby touching the bathmat and floor for some reason, even though it had been freshly cleaned.

Me, again: Catch her! Can you see her head?

Rabbit (STILL SO FLIPPIN CALM): Oh yes. She’s right there.

It took just 4 good pushes, on my hands and knees, on the floor in my bathroom.

And Indie Juliette was born. She slid into my husband’s arms, perfect and healthy at 1:42pm.

Rabbit bundled her into a towel and handed her to me and got to work gathering the suction thingy and other odds and ends.  We sorta cleaned her up as much as possible and waited for the midwives to arrive, they were still 20 minutes out.

Midwife-in-training got here about 10 minutes after Indie was born and she was so calm and reassuring. Then the midwives showed up another 10 minutes later and they went to work tending to Baby and me.

She is perfectly healthy and I am super tired but I feel great.

I’m in new baby heaven, people.

I’m sure there will be be more pictures to follow.

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wpid-wp-1461085035265.jpgSorry it took me a couple of days to get this next Lanie post up.  She had a weigh-in yesterday morning and I wanted to wait until after that appointment to update you on her progress since being home from the hospital.  Then, yesterday, I had some painting to do and time got away from me.

She came home at 3 days old and her first appointment was at 6 days old.  That is how I’m breaking this down.  Days, then weeks, then months.

6 days old: Lanie’s first pediatric appointment. It was very quick with no poking, only a quick, non invasive test to check her bilirubin levels.  She was fine.

10 days old: Thyroid and chromosome test.  Stick as they may, the phlebotomists were unable to get enough blood for the chromosome test and, as we found out a few days later, they were also unable to test the thyroid sample. Lanie didn’t cry at all during all the poking.  She just looked annoyed and stared at me.

2 weeks old: Lanie was not as okay with this blood draw as she was with the last one.  She screamed.  It is the only time in her month of life that I have heard her scream since her birth.  They still didn’t get enough for the chromosome test but decided to send it in anyway.  Lanie is not gaining weight but Doc’s giving it another week to see if I can get some ounces on her. Heart murmur heard.   Lanie is being referred to a cardiologist.  This isn’t a surprise.  We knew she’d need another echocardiogram.  We also got referred to a pediatric ophthalmologist – that appointment is scheduled for the 20th.
She also started rolling over this week – from her front to her back.  She’s pretty good at lifting her head up and I’m not seeing any of the muscle tone issues in her neck we were warned to expect.

3 weeks old: Two appointments this week.  Her echocardiogram looked great.  There are two things that will be followed but she won’t need another appointment until she is a year old.  Doctor says the two things aren’t a big deal and will most likely never cause her any issues.
She has also begun to gain weight.  Still slow but Doc is going to give it two more weeks and see how she progresses before deciding to add fat to her milk.  Her right hip pops a little so a 6 week ultrasound on that hip will be necessary to make sure she doesn’t have any dysplasia.

1 month old: This was yesterday.  She is growing well.  Length and head growth are right on track.  She is still gaining weight but not quickly so it’s time to fortify my milk.  This requires pumping into bottles and then adding some formula and trying to feed this to her after nursing her as sort of a bonus meal.  Getting her to drink much from a bottle is hit and miss but I’m going to try.  Plus, it is a very small amount right now and her pediatrician thinks that this will be temporary. I’m not convinced Lanie needs this because the last week or so she’s been eating so much more than before. She’s awake more and much more alert and energetic and she definitely has more opinions.  I think she was just a week or two behind because, in my opinion, she wasn’t quite ready to be born yet. My water did break on its own but it was the polyhydramnios that caused this, not Lanie being ready.  I really think she would be progressing better had she been in the womb for two more weeks.  I’m predicting that at her next appointment in two weeks she’ll be right on target.  They also took more blood from her heel to do another thyroid test.  I’m hoping that all will be normal this time and she won’t need anymore pricking for a while.  I brought up transient leukemia and her pediatrician is going to look into this for me.  Lanie had many symptoms of this leading up to and just after birth.  It isn’t necessarily something to worry about right now, but it raises the risk of leukemia in early childhood so I would like it followed.

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Other things to note:  Her chromosome test came back “Consistent with complete T21”.  This isn’t as conclusive a result as we’d like and I’m wondering if it’s because the blood sample was so small. But it’s as good as we’re going to get right now so I’ll take it.  I’ll write more about this later but as of right now this isn’t our focus.  She’s hitting just about all the normal milestones for her age (except weight gain) so at this point we’re focusing on her potential medical issues, which time and time again are proving to be nothing.

I’ll have to write about some office practices in our area and whatnot.  Everybody has been so friendly, nurses and physicians both, but there are some things that bother me greatly and we’re still on the hunt for a good pediatric fit for our children.

I guess that’s a post for another day.

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Also, miracles.

wpid-wp-1460837846281.jpgThis post feels a mess to me.  I know for sure I am missing things that are important but there was so much emotion and testing and trying to remember to breath shoved into these next four days that there are still a few bits and pieces missing.  It’s like a jigsaw puzzle that is mostly complete but a small person ran off with a couple of the pieces so the whole picture is missing something.

I’ll probably revise this post numerous times over the next few weeks as little things come back but these are the basics of those first days of Lanie’s life outside the womb.

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Lanie was finally born.
1:44 PM.
7 lbs 3 oz,
19.5 inches long.

In that moment it seemed like people were everywhere.  I didn’t know where they all came from – they seemed to flood in from the walls.  It felt to me like there were suddenly 20 medical personnel in the room but Kait informed me that there weren’t that many, though she didn’t count.

In the brief moment I saw Lanie after she was born she looked so small to me.  She was breathing and crying but something about her didn’t look right and I kept glancing at Rabbit, who I could see through the door in the next room, for a sign she was okay.  I didn’t ask any questions because I was afraid of the answers.  She was supposed to be born sick.  She was supposed to need a feeding tube or a surgery or some other special care.  The NICU doctor was present at birth and the surgical team was ready to operate, for crying out loud.  How long would it be until I could hold her?  Hours?  Days?  Weeks?

Kait came over to me and said, Mom, she is just beautiful.  Absolutely beautiful.  She was smiling and didn’t look worried and that eased my mind a little.

My friend, Lauren, was able to come back for a little while and missed the birth by only 10 or 15 minutes. She was smiling too and it was good to see her.  I needed to see people smiling.

Rabbit looked over at me and said that Lanie looked really good.  But all I wanted to do was see her and hold her.  I don’t think I was going to be convinced that all was good until I had her in my arms.

Dr. Medlock was beaming when he came to give me good news before he moved on to his next delivery.  He said Lanie’s apgar scores were 8 and 9, her heart was beating strong, she was breathing well, and she was perfect.  He ran his hand over his face as he told us that the NICU doctor said Lanie wouldn’t need their services.  There was joy in his eyes and his countenance took me by surprise.
I was relieved but I still wanted to know why Lanie looked the way she did.

I don’t know how long it was until they brought her to me, it could have been 10 minutes, it could have been an hour.  I know my legs were still numb so maybe it wasn’t that long but time didn’t seem to be working properly at that point.  When I finally had her in my arms she latched pretty easily and ate for an hour. I saw perfection when I looked at her but, and this is hard to explain, nothing seemed real. I just kept staring at her, sure I was going to see something the remind me she was sick.  Sick was what I had expected.

The whole day felt like a haze.  Nobody mentioned anything about her numerous ultrasounds and why nothing appeared wrong at birth.  I didn’t get to talk to a pediatrician at all and I had so many questions.  But I had my baby girl and she was pink and her heart was beating and as the craziness of the day wore off I was in awe of the sweet little miracle bundled up in my arms.  I no longer saw whatever I thought was wrong with her.  Sure, her face was smashed from all this contractions pushing her head into my hip bone, and she was swollen from all the extra fluid. But had her. In my arms. Alive and kicking.

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And I realized I’d been holding my breath for 4 months.

Kait had to get to work – on almost zero sleep, I might add. Rabbit went home to kiss my babies for me and to get some shut eye after about 40 hours of being awake.

As tired as I was I didn’t sleep much at all that night.  I don’t sleep well in hospitals and this was worse because I had to constantly remind myself that Lanie was okay.

I wish I would have gotten a little more shuteye because the next day brought another whirlwind of activity.  Lanie and I were separated off and on for many hours while they completed a barrage of tests on her little body, reminding me that she wasn’t out of the woods yet.  An ultrasound of her stomach, an echo cardiogram, blood work to check 100 different things, thyroid tests, hearing tests, eye exams…  And I finally got to talk to a pediatrician and ask some questions but that was before the tests were complete and she didn’t have many answers for me so I was still playing a waiting game.

Our pastor and many friends came to visit during our stay but the best thing ever was Kait stopping by at midnight after she got off of work.  It was so quiet and I had my oldest and youngest babies right there with me.

Also awesome was Rabbit bringing all the kids to the hospital to meet their new baby sister.  I missed them so much and it was so good to see them.  The visit was much shorter than I would have liked though. And Lanie had to be whisked away for another test.

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After 4 days of testing and whatnot here are the results.

  • Stomach ultrasound looked good.  They couldn’t give me a diagnosis on the atresia but said we’d know for sure she was fine after a few days of feedings.
  • Thyroid was wonky.  Follow up testing needed.
  • Ears were perfect.
  • Eyes looked fine but follow up with ophthalmologist for possible issue in left eye.
  • Heart.  Oh boy.  There were 5 things wrong with her heart that needed a follow up two weeks later.  The pediatrician said it was nothing to worry about yet (yeah right) but we’d need to have everything looked at again.
  • T21 – needed to try testing in a couple of weeks for diagnosis.  She did show some outward signs.
  • White blood cell count on the rise.  2 different antibiotics given over 48 hours. IV’s in her head, then her foot.  Numerous needle marks all over her from where they tried unsuccessfully to get a vein.  Eventually they called in the NICU to help start her IV.
  • Jaundice getting worse, possibly caused by antibiotics.  Bili lights for 12 hours.  I could touch her but couldn’t hold her but 20 minutes every 3 hours to feed her.

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Here she is being a radioactive alien.

I knew she still had some potential issues, and it might be a while before we knew the extent of her health woes, but it seemed to me that it was just one miracle after another happening right before my eyes in those few days after she was born and I felt myself relax just a little.
Lanie was pronounced well enough to go home on the fourth day after her birth.  It was a late discharge and it was almost dark by the time we got home.  My kids were so happy to have me back.  I was so happy but so exhausted.

We had a great weekend at home without any poking or prodding or nurses (who were all amazing, by the way) bothering us.

Monday was coming up fast and would start a new array of appointments, blood draws, and referrals.  But for now I had this perfect baby girl and so much joy and over flowing thankfulness to God for all he had done for us.

There is more to tell.
Till tomorrow…

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Lanie’s birth story.

wpid-img_5227.jpgI ended my last post with my water breaking in the waiting room of the hospital while the nurses were getting a delivery room ready for me.  I was supposed to be induced with a controlled water break to avoid cord prolapse but instead I started gushing in the waiting room and didn’t stop until Lanie was born.  There was an unbelievable amount of water.  I’d try to explain it but, honestly, if you haven’t ever had severe polyhydramnios there is no way to explain how much water drained out of Lanie’s womb.

Rabbit called the nurse using the phone in the waiting room and she came in with two towels and a wheel chair and then immediately called another nurse and said, Yeah, we’re going to need more than just a couple of towels in here.

They wheeled me into the delivery room and had me change.  All the while I’m gushing everywhere over and over again.  Finally I was in the bed but just as quickly as I got settled in I had to get up again because I had soaked everything and they needed to change the bed linens.

Kait got there soon after and then an hour later my friend Lauren arrived.  We all assumed Lanie would be born within a few hours and we talked and joked and looked at the machine with the contraction print outs. My worries about Lanie’s health seemed muted at this point and I was excited that I’d be meeting my baby very soon.

Progress turned out to be slower than I was used to.  My contractions hurt, sure, but they never felt like transition contractions.  I was dilating but slowly and Lanie wasn’t descending like she was supposed to.  I couldn’t walk around for risk of cord prolapse and so I just tried different positions to try to coax that little baby downward.
She was all like no, I’m fine thanks so we waited.

We were all exhausted and there was only one small couch and a very squeaky chair in the room.  We tried desperately to get some sleep but none of us did much resting. Then my contractions completely stopped for more than two hours.
What the heck, Baby!?

Dr. Medlock came in at about 10 AM and said it was time to try something more.  He knew I didn’t want pitocin but we both knew that after 10 hours of almost no progress it was time.  He said he’d start with a very low dose and I actually had to fight a little to get an epidural because this gal doesn’t have pitocin without some serious pain medicine.

My friend Lauren took off shortly after this.  She had been with me all night but her husband had to get to work and they have 6 boys who needed their mama.

The epidural took hold just as the contractions started to pickup and I soon went from 7 cm to 9.  I was happy that progress was being made but Lanie was still refusing to descend.  She’d come down a little bit but then stopped with her head in my hip bone and she was sunny side up.  Eventually Dr. Medlock decided to try to manually turn her with each contraction while I pushed.

I won’t go into detail about what this process was like but it involved my doctor’s hand physically on my baby’s head trying to rotate her while I was having contractions.  It was at this moment that I was SO GLAD that I had fought to get an epidural.  Having a baby manually turned during labor is extremely painful.

She only turned a little bit and my doctor decided to give us a break because he was afraid of stressing Lanie out.  He said he’d come back in an hour and try again and went off to some surgery that was waiting for him.

He never once mentioned c-section to me but it was in my mind the whole time.

When he came back I was 10 cm and Lanie was almost in position.  He said that we’d have her out in two contractions, told the nurse to call the NICU and the surgical team (somebody mentioned they’d be ready to operate within 7 minutes),  then told me to push when he said.  He turned her while I pushed and sure enough, she was out in two contractions.

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I saw her for a brief moment before she was whisked into a small closet-like room attached to my room by the NICU team, Rabbit and Kait right behind her.  Suddenly all the fears and questions that had for some reason left me while I was in labor returned with aggression.

Tomorrow I’ll post her hospital story.

 

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Lanie’s womb story.

wpid-wp-1460659680218.jpgAs promised yesterday, here is Lanie’s womb story.
Her birth story will post tomorrow.

I am going to break this down into weeks to make it easier to follow.  I may be a week off here or there but you’ll get the gist.  Also, there was an ultrasound done at every appointment, 15 total if you count the first trimester one and the 30 second one they did while I was in labor.  Most appointments were with a perinatologist (High risk maternal-fetal doctor).

I will start with 21 weeks because up until then it was just morning sickness and throwing up and regular OB appointments and whatnot.

21 weeks: Had an ultrasound and took all nine kids to see it.  We decided to find out the gender and thought doing it as a family would be awesome.  It was.  After they told us it was a girl Rabbit took the kids home and I stayed to finish up the appointment.  I was alone when I was told about concerns for Lanie’s health.  In layman’s terms, Lanie had fluid on her brain, her stomach wasn’t visible, her heart had some issues, and her neck was a little on the thick side.  Amniotic fluid level was high.

24 weeks: Follow up ultrasound.  Everything scary confirmed.  Things definitely weren’t right.  We were referred to a Perinatologist.

26 weeks:  Perinatologist ultrasound and genetic councilor meeting.  We were told of a very high risk of a trisomy so we had a chromosomal screening done.

28 weeks:  Chromosome screening came back high risk for T21 (Down Syndrome) but very low risk for T13 and T18, which are both incompatible with life.  There was great relief here mixed with great sorrow but Rabbit and I refused diagnostic testing to confirm T21. There were other, more concerning issues to worry about.  Echocardiogram looked good.  Still fluid around heart.

I should mention here that we were not told about the fluid around her heart. I only found out they were seeing it after talking to them a week before and then after Lanie’s birth.  Also, there were numerous echogenic foci in her heart’s left ventrical that remained there until birth.  They were easily seen on every single ultrasound without even trying to look for them.

29 weeks: Still fluid on brain, fluid around heart, no stomach, large ventricles in brain (or something like that), Lanie’s S/D ratios were high, severe levels of amniotic fluid, and I’m sure I’m missing something else.

30 weeks:  Discussion about esophageal atresia (stomach not connected to esophagus) or no stomach or no esophagus.  We had talked about this with the doctor before but after 9 weeks and no stomach seen, along with the high amniotic fluid levels, it was time to take things more seriously.  We were advised to consider changing hospitals to have Lanie where there was a NICU.

31 through 34 weeks: much of the same but some potentially good news.  Stomach was seen twice but was very small.  Doctors still thinking possible atresia.  Echocardiogram looked good.  Liver enlarged.  Fetal/neonatal leukemia mentioned.  Polyhydramnios went down to mild, then back up to severe again.

35 weeks: Finally got all my paperwork and whatnot transferred to a NICU hospital, which meant a new, very pushy OB, but we liked him anyway.  Full sized stomach seen on ultrasound.  Atresia still possible but looks a little less likely.  Polyhydramnios still high.

36 weeks: Stomach gone again, Polyhydramnios down to mild at one appointment, moderate at another. 3rd echo looks good and I’m told that the fluid around her heart appears to be gone.  I was confused because, as I said, I hadn’t been informed of that issue. Doc schedules me for induction in a week because of Poly.  I tell him I’m probably not going to show up for that and I didn’t.

37 weeks: Stomach still not seen at neither my OB appointment nor my perinatologist appointment. Lanie’s S/D ratios were normal for the first time. Liver still big. OB says were crazy for not being induced, that we were risking baby’s life and mine but I really felt Lanie needed a little more time.  I was 3cm dilated. Lanie was head down at one appointment and breech three days later.  That made me nervous and I started to mentally prepare myself for a c-section.

38 weeks: Only had one appointment this week.  Lanie was head down again, WHEW!  S/D was quite high again and there were “floaties” in the amniotic fluid which had gone back up to severe levels again.  There were signs of placental deterioration.  OB wanted me to head to the hospital immediately to be induced but Rabbit was flying and couldn’t be reached for a few hours.  I told him I’d think on it, talk to Rabbit, and that we’d call him in the morning to schedule an induction.  OB said he’d like to see baby born by the end of the week, then decided to check me real quick. Lanie was very high but I was 5cm and the bag of waters was bulging so much that he was afraid to strip my membranes for fear of rupturing the waters right there in his office.  He said a controlled breaking of the waters would probably send me into labor without the use of pitocin and asked if he could schedule me to come in that night. I decided that, yes, it was time.   He said to be careful moving throughout the rest of the day because if my water broke with all that fluid a cord prolapse was a real danger and could cause fetal death very quickly.

We were told to be at the hospital that night at 12:15 AM.  We got my stuff ready, ran to Walmart, and then tried to nap until it was time to leave.  I had a lot of contractions, which wasn’t anything new.  I’d been having them for weeks.  As we left Walmart I felt the smallest gush of fluid.  Then again once more before we got home.  I wondered if it was my water starting to break but nothing else happened.  We got the younger kids settled and left a ton of instructions for the older kids, then we took off for the hospital.  We got there about 15 minutes early and they sent us to the waiting room while they got a room ready for us.

It was a new day, just after midnight on March 15th and I paced the waiting room as my contractions started to pick up.
Suddenly, Niagara Falls.
My water broke on it’s own.

More to come…

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I guess I have some explaining to do.

lanie1monthWe had a baby.

It’s been almost a full month since Lanie Joy was born and I have been such a failure at updating my blog to reflect her new outside-the-womb position.

Many of you know already that we were not able to have her at home like the last two babies.  There were a couple of reasons for this.  One, the only midwife within an hours drive retired in December.  Two, there were some potentially serious complications with Lanie and Rabbit and I decided, after much advice from numerous baby doctors and our own instincts that a hospital with a NICU was the safest place for her to be born.

I didn’t blog about these health scares at all.  We actually only told a few people and even those people only had a minimal amount of information.  I’d never had a single serious or even moderate complication during pregnancy until we lost twins in March of last year in the first trimester.
Then, when Lanie’s 21 week ultrasound showed numerous issues I just didn’t know how to talk about it or what to say or how much I should worry.  I also didn’t want to deal with some of the negative attitudes.

I have been told before by friends, family, and even strangers that I shouldn’t keep having babies at my age, that my luck is going to run out, that we’re asking for trouble. I suppose people meant well.  Maybe they had concerns and didn’t want to see anything difficult happen to my family or myself because they loved us.

The reasons for it didn’t matter though. The fact remained the same –
I didn’t want to hear I told you so.
I didn’t want to see l told you so on anybody’s face.

Because it wouldn’t have mattered.  I loved the baby in my womb and to know that somebody else didn’t see her value would have broken my already taxed heart.

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My next post, which is already written and scheduled, will detail Lanie’s time in the womb up until labor.  It is mostly a factual post with very little emotion added in but I will tell you that the second half of my pregnancy with Lanie was hands down the most difficult period of my life to date.

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Baby update

I am 35 weeks pregnant with baby Laney now.  She’s growing well and hitting all of her prenatal milestones and although we have had a few scares, she seems to be triumphing health wise and hopefully will be born without any issues.  The doc said to expect delivery before 37 weeks due to my high volume of amniotic fluid.  I let him know that I was sure I’d make it full term though, as high amounts of amniotic fluid has never caused me to go into labor before 40 weeks.
We did have to transfer to an obstetrician who delivers at our local NICU hospital just in case, however we are all quite hopeful that Laney won’t need their specialized services.  I’m trying to stay positive.

Here are some 3D ultrasound pictures from this week.  There was no reason we needed another 3D ultrasound but we were waiting on Laney to fill her stomach so we could see it on the ultrasound (one of the issues we’re hoping has worked itself out) so the tech decided to have a little fun.

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She was moving her mouth like she was talking or eating or something during the whole thing and it was very funny.  I wish the pictures were colored more like they are on the ultrasound machine but they only use black and white printers I guess.

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I cannot figure out why they are so fuzzy when I put them on the blog.  They aren’t this blurry on my phone or on the computer.

But those lips.  I cannot get over her lips.  The ultrasound tech commented on how plump her lips are too.

Only 5-ish more weeks now.  I’m so excited to meet her.

 

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Catching up. Again.

It has been a really rough two weeks.

Like I had mentioned in a previous post, the kids came down with some rotten colds and while I’m a big proponent of letting a fever run it’s course I found myself administering ibuprofen at night, all night, just so we could all get some sleep.  And then, just as the littles were getting better I got sick and I have now been ill for two weeks.  The doctor said he thought I had strep throat and didn’t see the need to test for it, but just started me on a round of antibiotics.  After two days I felt so much better but my cough is still in my chest and keeps me up at night.  I have another appointment tomorrow so we’ll see what they say about that.  I know coughs can take a while to get over.

Okay.  I’m finished complaining now because this is just some of what I have to be thankful of in the mornings around here.

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These little girls are 2 and 4 and they are just about the funniest things ever.  They were making the silliest faces at each other but I didn’t catch the best of them because Maggie stops whatever she is doing if you point a camera at her.  She is a ham, but likes to look directly at the camera.

I did get this silly one though

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Lucy is much more dignified, but being almost 5 can do that to a girl I guess.

Here is another 3D ultrasound picture of Laney from last week.

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I realize her face looks smashed on one side but it really isn’t.  It was just the way she was laying and rolling at the time of the pictures.  I’ve noticed that 3D ultrasounds are a cross between very, very cool and very, very creepy.
I wish we had gotten pictures of her hair, which would appear she has in great abundance already.

My polyhydramnios has crossed over into severe territory and has to be monitored weekly right now. It’s annoying but really isn’t causing any problems and the benefit of having way too much amniotic fluid is awesome 3D pictures.  All the techs seem to love me because it’s very easy to get good pictures.

And her lips – OH MY GOODNESS.

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Help with a baby name

Since the day we found out we were having a girl Rabbit and I knew what her name should be.  The decision was instant, like pudding or hot cocoa or Netflix when I should be cleaning out the closet.

After getting home from the ultrasound Rabbit asked me what we should name her.  I said, Lanie Joy.  He replied that it was perfect.  And just like that she was named after Rabbit’s mom who passed away unexpectedly in March 2015.  Her name was Melanie Joy.

We’re settled on the name but what I’m wondering is how it should be spelled.  It should be pronounced Lay-nee.

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My personal choice would be Laney but Rabbit is particular about it ending in ie.

I’ve been writing it Lanie but it is a simple name and I want it to be easy to read and pronounce and I’m afraid it’s going to be mistaken for La-nee or Lan-ee.

You guys talk amongst yourselves and come up with a decision while I get something to eat.  Or don’t.  Whatever because I’m hungry and that’s all I can think about right now.

 

 

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So what’s new? Or not so new?

It has come to my attention lately that I am really, really bad at passing on information.  I guess I have known this about myself forever, but I never realized how much it bothered other people that I don’t always tell them everything that is going on with me right away.  It isn’t done on purpose, it’s just that I don’t think about it.

All that to say that we are expecting our 10th baby and I’m sorry if you wanted to know but didn’t know because I didn’t think about mentioning it.  I’m 23 weeks along, due in March.  It’s a girl and we know this because we had an ultrasound this go-round. I won’t be able to have a homebirth because there are no homebirthing midwives within an hour’s drive of our house so we’re at a hospital this time, unfortunately.  Or fortunately.  I’m trying to look at the bright side.  Maybe the hospital here will be an amazing place to have a baby.

So if anybody is still keeping up with this blog after my long quasi-hiatus I’m sorry I forgot to mention the new baby that is to be joining us soon.

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I’d also like to mention that Ben(10) thinks it’s twins even though we’ve had two ultrasounds already showing only one baby.  He is sure he can see the shadow of a second baby in the background. He would like to go with me to my next appointment so he can point out the oversight to the midwife.

Wouldn’t that be hilarious.

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