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Friday, July 22, 2011

Missing An Organ

Well Tuesday morning I got a tummy ache that lasted for about 2 hours, and then slowly drifted away...  Then come Thursday morning, I woke up with the exact same ache in my lower abdomen.  I went along with my normal morning routine anyway~got ready, got Jack off to the sitter's house, and went into work.  About 2 hours into my shift, I was hurting pretty badly, and decided I better go home and rest it off.  I thought for sure it would go away in an hour or two, and that I would just go back into work.  But as I layed in bed, it got increasingly worse.  By the time Brock came home for his lunch break, I was rolling back and forth in pain.  By 2:30pm, I had talked to my friend Krista who said that if it didn't fade away by evening time, that I really should go into the ER, because a few years ago, she had about the same thing happen, and when she went into the doctor, she found out she had Appendicitis, and they had her in surgery 30 minutes later.  I am so lucky I listened to her!

I went to Instacare, and as soon as I pulled up, my tummy didn't feel nearly as bad.  Dang Murphy's Law!  Doesn't that always happen when you get to the doctor's office?  You suddenly don't feel so bad?  So I sat in the parking lot for a half hour, until I finally decided it might just be smart to get it checked out.  They got me right in, and I was honestly only there for a matter of minutes before the doctor told me he was pretty sure I had Appendicitis, and sent me immediately up to the ER for a Cat Scan.

My mother in law met me at the hospital (thankfully! It would've been tough to sit out all the waiting time alone) and I filled out paperwork, got ink put up inside of me (not a pleasant experience), found out my fever had gone from 101 to 101.6, had a Cat Scan for the first time, and found out I had a "bouncing baby appendix!"  You hear about people getting their appendixes removed all the time, so I know it sounds silly now, but I honestly didn't know I would have to stay the night at the hospital...  I heard the doctor say something about "tomorrow," and I was like, "Wait, you think I'll have to stay the night here??," And his response was, "Well we can discharge you whenever you want, you could even leave right now, but you'll be dead in two days."  Well if that ain't enough to freak you out, I don't know what is!  SCARY!

So 45 minutes after my scan, I went in for surgery. Brock finally got to the hospital right before I went in, thankfully!  I had the hardest time getting a hold of him at work.  I was a little bit scared of surgery, because I'd never had one before.  I was especially scared because Jackson wasn't there, so I didn't get to kiss him goodbye.

I got into the operating room, and it really freaked me out.  I heard really softly in the background, "The Piano Man," by Billy Joel playing.  I told the anesthesiologist I liked that song, so he blasted it for me :)  If I was going to die, at least I would've died with some good background music!  I am very thanful I didn't though!

When I woke up, I had the HARDEST time breaking off the anethesia.  I tossed and turned for a good three hours.  I felt like I was on some hard drugs or something.  If that's how people feel on drugs, I think they're all insane.  My brain was going about a million miles per minute, and my eyes felt glued shut.  All I wanted to do was sleep, but I couldn't!  I kept telling the nurse, "I feel so weird.  I feel so weird."  She kept telling me to wait it off, and in a couple of hours I would feel okay.  The only thing that kept me going was to keep thinking that over and over again, "It will be gone in a couple hours...it will be gone in a couple hours."  That had to be one of the worst experiences of my life.  Honestly.  I HATE anesthesia.  It is awful.

After those few hours though, everything was okay.  They sent me home the next afternoon (one organ less than I had came in with.)  Brock bought me a beautiful summer scarf from the hospital gift shop, and got me super bright happy daisies when he went to pick up my pain prescription.  What a good hubby!

Everyone has been really helpful while I've been recovering.  My mother in law came and cleaned our house before I even came home from the hospital, and my babysitter Kylee brought us over pizza for dinner.  The clan from work brought me the most beautiful bouquet of flowers, and my neighbors did too!  Thanks you guys!  You're all too sweet!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Jackson is 6 1/2 weeks old!

Time has flown by these past few weeks.  I can't believe that in a week and a half, I'll be back to work.  I'm ready to get out of the house though...I'm feeling a little bit clausterphobic!  I will be sad to leave my little guy, but I'm sure I'll be so excited everyday to come home and see him.

He has started SMILING!  A LOT!  Brock discovered that if you tickle his little neck, and make funny noises he'll get a big grin on his face :)  And usually once he starts, they just keep coming.  It is about the cutest thing I've ever seen!  Sometimes my eyes just water up, because he is just so gosh darn cute, and we are such lucky parents to have such a happy, healthy, beautiful child.

We are thinking that he will start crawling super early, because he is such a strong little bugger!  When I hold him up on my shoulder, he is always trying to crawl up me.  He pushes his little legs into my belly, and just kind of pushes off.  I have to be really careful that I've got a good grip on him, because if not, he is gonna crawl right over the top of me!  And when we lay him out on a blanket on the floor, he is such a wiggly worm.  He is determined to roll over!  He gets pretty close, but no cigar.  I'm sure it'll happen before we know it though.  Wow,  I can't believe how big he's getting!  It feels like we were in the hospital yesterday, and now he's trying to roll over!


At the doctor last week, he weighed 10 pounds 15 ounces.  I'm sure he's well over 11 pounds now!  He's gained over 2 pounds since he was born.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Welcome Jackson! 1/1/11

Well it's about time that I tell you about Jackson coming out of my belly and into this world-don't worry I'll keep the detailed bits to myself! ;)

Friday (New Year's Eve), I dropped by my girlfriend Tiffany's house.  She was telling me that there are some pressure points on your feet that can help you go into labor.  She said it would hurt really bad, but you all know that I was nearing desperation to get that little guy out of there!  So she massaged these pressure points on my feet until I was close to crying.  Then I came home, and my family had come up to visit from SL.  My dad massaged the same spots for me too, just to make sure we gave it our best shot.

Then we all went to see Little Fockers (cute by the way! We got some good laughs)  By the time we got home (about 10 pm), my contractions had begun.  They were 10-15 mins apart and lasted for a few hours.  And they were pretty painful!  The Braxton Hicks contractions I'd been having felt nothing like the real thing!  I went to bed about 12:30am after cheersing Martinelli's, playing Pictionary with the family, and watching the ball drop.

The pain didn't wake me until 6am surprisingly (& luckily!) Contractions were now 8 min-ish apart, and super painful.  I got in a warm bath, and they got closer and closer 7 min, 6 min, and finally when they reached 5 min and were killing me (at about 10 am I think), I woke Brock up and told him he should probably hop in the shower, because we needed to go to the hospital.

We got there at 11:30am, and I was dilated to a 3, which was good news because I was at a 2 the week before.  They said they needed to wait an hour to see if my dilation changed to know if they could keep me or not.  I think I would've died of pain if they had sent me home!  Now I know why they all labor "labor!"  At 1 pm, I was at a 4 and I asked for the epidural.  Can I just tell you something?  I LOVE epidurals.  I told the anethesiologist that he was my new best friend.  He probably gets that a lot...

They broke my water (weird eperience), and then gave me the epidural, which went perfectly smooth.  My doctor, and all of the other doctors were out of town for the holiday.  They called mine, and he said he was sure I wouldn't have him until at least 8 or 9 pm, and that he would be back in town by then.

At about 5:50 pm, the nurse asked me if I'd like her to check and see what I was dilated to, or if I'd like to wait a little longer.  I told her to go ahead and check.  BABY WAS CROWNING!  She's like,  "This baby is coming RIGHT NOW!"  I started freaking out and telling people to find my husband (he was down in the cafeteria), and my mom was calling my family and telling them to hurry their butts over.

They called my doctor, and he said, "I am at Maddox in Brigham City, I'll drive thru the canyon as fast as I can.  Tell her not to push."  WHAT?!? NOT PUSH?!?  I can't even feel my legs,  how do I know if I'm pushing or not?!  Doc walks in the door at 6:06, out pops Jack at 6:16, four pushes later.  Piece of cake!

Couldn't have asked for a better delivery, or a more beautiful baby.  We are so blessed.



Only one minor thing-I think I broke my tailbone in delivery.  Still hurts pretty bad, but I have this amazing child, so all is well.