Thursday, September 20, 2012
Cade's Newborn Pictures
So I asked the same friend that did our maternity pictures to do Cade's newborn pictures. She came to the house when he was 12 days old. The pictures turned out really cute. As soon as the prints come in, we need to get them up on the photo wall. Right now it is 100% Cole. :)
Saturday, September 8, 2012
I Guess He Was Ready to Roll...
So I woke up around 6:26 a.m. with what I thought were cramps. I recorded it on my phone and rolled back over and went back to sleep. 6:36 a.m. another one...6:49 a.m. again. Cole woke up about 7:15 a.m. so I went in there and got him out of bed. I took him into my parent's living room and told my parents about my cramps..just in case. My mom went to get a bath and I decided to go ahead and get a shower. At about 8:00 a.m., I knew this was more than cramps so I called the on-call doctor. At this point the cramps were contractions and they were getting stronger and closer together. I gave Dr. Morales a run down of the contractions and she said I needed to come on into the hospital. Before we hung up she asked if there was anything special she needed to know about my delivery. I told her about our situation and told her my doctor had agreed to let me Skype Stephen during the delivery. She agreed and we started to pack the car. My mom had called my aunt to come get Cole. She was in the shower when we called and headed our way...wet hair and all. My dad was going to stay back and wait for her and she pulled up just as we pulled out. My dad put Cole in her car and jumped into the passenger's seat.
My mom doesn't do freeways so we decided to take a different route, but I had never seen her drive so fast. She also ran a couple of lights. The contractions were getting painful and were 4 minutes apart. As we pulled up into the hospital drop off, we saw two couples coming in from the parking lot. They passed us up as I was having to stop and wait out some really painful contractions. When we got upstairs to L & D, I rang the bell and went inside. Both first-time moms were being put in rooms to be monitored. I told the nurse, I knew this was the real deal and we were going to have a baby today. Later on
I found out they were both sent home.
My nurse Maria got me set up in a room. The nurse from Sunday had told me that I wouldn't have to answer all the 1,000 questions again, but that was too good to be true. They didn't have it saved so I got to do them all over again. When she checked my around 9:00 a.m. I was 4 cm dilated.
As we got to talking I found out that my nurse had graduated in 1998 from the high school that I teach at. She had been in the Office Co-op class and worked at Lyondell Refinery. What a small world.
At about 11:00 a.m. she checked me again, I was 6 cm. Stephen and I were talking and he said, "So are we going to name this kid before he comes or what?" I knew he liked Cade and so did I. (It had grown on me.) So Cade Ross finally got his name.
They put the epidural in at about 11:30 a.m. I was 7 cm dilated. They said it took at least 20 minutes to work, so I knew I might be cutting it close. Maria had guessed that he would be here by 1:00 p.m. I had to have my water broken, so the doctor came in and did that at about Noon.
By 12:30 p.m. I was 8-9 cm. I knew Cade would be here soon. I began to feel some pressure around 1 p.m. My mom and Maria were each holding a leg and Maria told me to go ahead and push and then I heard my mom say, "He's got some hair." Then Stephen said, "How does she know that?" So I told him that he was crowning and Stephen said, "Where is the doctor?" Dr. Morales was next door delivering another mom. I told Maria that I know this would take long and that she better go get the doctor. My mother-in-law stepped into the hall and asked the nurses station to get the doctor. She basically gloved up and caught him. I pushed twice once she was in the room and out he came.
Cade Ross Bailey was here. 1:07 p.m. 8 lbs. (actually he was 7 lbs. 15.7 ozs.) They round up, I guess. 21.5 inches in length. I was a bittersweet moment. It was so hard to hold him and look over at the computer and see Stephen in such anguish that he couldn't be there. We switched over to Face Time so Stephen could go over and see Cade weighed and measured.
My mom doesn't do freeways so we decided to take a different route, but I had never seen her drive so fast. She also ran a couple of lights. The contractions were getting painful and were 4 minutes apart. As we pulled up into the hospital drop off, we saw two couples coming in from the parking lot. They passed us up as I was having to stop and wait out some really painful contractions. When we got upstairs to L & D, I rang the bell and went inside. Both first-time moms were being put in rooms to be monitored. I told the nurse, I knew this was the real deal and we were going to have a baby today. Later on
I found out they were both sent home.
My nurse Maria got me set up in a room. The nurse from Sunday had told me that I wouldn't have to answer all the 1,000 questions again, but that was too good to be true. They didn't have it saved so I got to do them all over again. When she checked my around 9:00 a.m. I was 4 cm dilated.
As we got to talking I found out that my nurse had graduated in 1998 from the high school that I teach at. She had been in the Office Co-op class and worked at Lyondell Refinery. What a small world.
At about 11:00 a.m. she checked me again, I was 6 cm. Stephen and I were talking and he said, "So are we going to name this kid before he comes or what?" I knew he liked Cade and so did I. (It had grown on me.) So Cade Ross finally got his name.
They put the epidural in at about 11:30 a.m. I was 7 cm dilated. They said it took at least 20 minutes to work, so I knew I might be cutting it close. Maria had guessed that he would be here by 1:00 p.m. I had to have my water broken, so the doctor came in and did that at about Noon.
By 12:30 p.m. I was 8-9 cm. I knew Cade would be here soon. I began to feel some pressure around 1 p.m. My mom and Maria were each holding a leg and Maria told me to go ahead and push and then I heard my mom say, "He's got some hair." Then Stephen said, "How does she know that?" So I told him that he was crowning and Stephen said, "Where is the doctor?" Dr. Morales was next door delivering another mom. I told Maria that I know this would take long and that she better go get the doctor. My mother-in-law stepped into the hall and asked the nurses station to get the doctor. She basically gloved up and caught him. I pushed twice once she was in the room and out he came.
Cade Ross Bailey was here. 1:07 p.m. 8 lbs. (actually he was 7 lbs. 15.7 ozs.) They round up, I guess. 21.5 inches in length. I was a bittersweet moment. It was so hard to hold him and look over at the computer and see Stephen in such anguish that he couldn't be there. We switched over to Face Time so Stephen could go over and see Cade weighed and measured.
Friday, September 7, 2012
Seems Like Something From Greys Anatomy
So Stephen ran his first triathlon on August 25. He had been training on and off all summer. Cole and I went to South Shore Harbor to support him. We camped out in the McDonald's and then went out to the street to see him bike by us. Then we headed over to the transition station so we could see him come towards the finish line. He did a great job. His goal was under two hours and he made it in one hour and forty minutes. After the race we headed to celebrate at Tookies. That following Monday Stephen played basketball in our church league. On Tuesday morning, I noticed that he had pulled out a thermometer from my bedside table. When I saw him after work, he said that he felt really bad when he got home and sat down in the shower for a while. I had not seen him because his game ended at 10 p.m. and I was already asleep when he got home.
He fought a fever the rest of the week and he finally went to his PCP on Thursday. He was diagnosed with a UTI and began taking medicine on Thursday afternoon. Thursday evening Stephen began to get headaches. He went on about the rest of his week and on Saturday he helped me to a few things around the house to get ready for the baby. On Saturday night, he was curled up in our bed and his head was really hurting him. I called his dad and asked him to come over and take him to the emergency room. His dad came by with a blood pressure machine just to see if it was high. His blood pressure was fine and we decided he should go to a local emergency center. There they did a cat scan and saw nothing abnormal. They gave him some vicodin and high powered motrin. He seem to feel better then after a few hours later his head was hurting him again.
On Sunday morning, my aunt offered to come pick up Cole and take him to church. That sounded like a good idea seeing that Stephen and I were both very tired. No sooner than she left, I realized I had a case of the stomach flu. After being sick for a few hours, I called the on call doctor and she said I needed to head to the L & D floor at Clear Lake Regional. Stephen and I spent all Sunday afternoon in the hospital so I could get fluids. I was so dehydrated they had a tough time starting my IV because my veins were so shot. Later Sunday night, Stephen also got the stomach flu. He spent all Sunday evening the same as I had spent Sunday morning.
On Labor Day, we had planned on going and picking up Cole, but we decided we needed to leave him with my aunt for the day so we could recoup. I began to disinfect the house as Stephen seemed to be doing better by the afternoon. However, I asked him to come down and have some Gatorade, crackers, and a little chicken soup. He had about two sips of soups and decided his needed to go lay down. He didn't even make it upstairs; he ran outside and threw up in our front yard. He then went upstairs and curled up in a ball. I knew he felt bad. I called his dad and through tears asked him to come and take him somewhere in the medical center. Stephen didn't fight me on it and I knew he must have felt horrible. Mr. Bailey came right away. We both had made some calls and we had decided to send him to Methodist.
When they arrived in the ER, there wasn't a wait. He got right in and was hooked up to an IV within 45 minutes. They ran another Cat Scan and did chest x-ray. Mr. Bailey had sent me a text that he thought they were going to send him packing. I sent back..."he needs more testing... what about an MRI?" I just had a feeling that something was very wrong and that he didn't need to leave until they found out what was wrong with him. About thirty minutes later, I got a call that they were going to do a spinal tap. Within a hour we knew he had meningitis...but they were sure what kind. I called in sick to work at about 11 p.m. I was told by the doctors at Methodist that I needed to take a pill called Cipro. The on call doctor said, "No way." I really wanted to talk to my doctor, so I had Shaun call him and see if he wouldn't mind talking to me. He gave my doctor my cell number and he called me immediately. He confirmed what the on call doctor said and told me to come in Tuesday morning to get another antibiotic. Meanwhile Stephen was being admitted and quarantined. Shaun had come to visit before they found out what it was and went home with a prescription for Cipro. Mr. Bailey also had to take it.
For the next several days, Stephen's temperature was up as high as 103.4. We were Skyping some, but Cole and I both were a little scared of how Stephen looked. Cole and I weren't allowed to visit, but by Wednesday the hospital confirmed that the meningitis was viral and not bacterial. However, my father-in-law misunderstood the doctors when they said the cultures were negative and he thought we were back to square one. By Thursday we knew that it was viral meningitis. They weren't sure how he had gotten in...could have been another person by handshake, restroom, maybe a mosquito.
In the midst of this madness, we had realized that Stephen would probably not make the birth of our second son. I was trying to be strong and not fall apart. I needed to be strong for him and for me. On Thursday, I went to my final doctor's appointment. We scheduled an induction for Friday, September 14. I had asked Dr. Klein how long he would let me stay pregnant and that was the date that I wanted for the induction. I was hoping I could hold out for Stephen. I had also asked if we could Skype during labor just in case he couldn't be there. I had been given a green light for that. After I finished work on Friday, I had decided that I was putting myself on bed rest. My plan was to take it easy and try to keep this baby in as long as I could. "Crackers" had other plans....
He fought a fever the rest of the week and he finally went to his PCP on Thursday. He was diagnosed with a UTI and began taking medicine on Thursday afternoon. Thursday evening Stephen began to get headaches. He went on about the rest of his week and on Saturday he helped me to a few things around the house to get ready for the baby. On Saturday night, he was curled up in our bed and his head was really hurting him. I called his dad and asked him to come over and take him to the emergency room. His dad came by with a blood pressure machine just to see if it was high. His blood pressure was fine and we decided he should go to a local emergency center. There they did a cat scan and saw nothing abnormal. They gave him some vicodin and high powered motrin. He seem to feel better then after a few hours later his head was hurting him again.
On Sunday morning, my aunt offered to come pick up Cole and take him to church. That sounded like a good idea seeing that Stephen and I were both very tired. No sooner than she left, I realized I had a case of the stomach flu. After being sick for a few hours, I called the on call doctor and she said I needed to head to the L & D floor at Clear Lake Regional. Stephen and I spent all Sunday afternoon in the hospital so I could get fluids. I was so dehydrated they had a tough time starting my IV because my veins were so shot. Later Sunday night, Stephen also got the stomach flu. He spent all Sunday evening the same as I had spent Sunday morning.
On Labor Day, we had planned on going and picking up Cole, but we decided we needed to leave him with my aunt for the day so we could recoup. I began to disinfect the house as Stephen seemed to be doing better by the afternoon. However, I asked him to come down and have some Gatorade, crackers, and a little chicken soup. He had about two sips of soups and decided his needed to go lay down. He didn't even make it upstairs; he ran outside and threw up in our front yard. He then went upstairs and curled up in a ball. I knew he felt bad. I called his dad and through tears asked him to come and take him somewhere in the medical center. Stephen didn't fight me on it and I knew he must have felt horrible. Mr. Bailey came right away. We both had made some calls and we had decided to send him to Methodist.
When they arrived in the ER, there wasn't a wait. He got right in and was hooked up to an IV within 45 minutes. They ran another Cat Scan and did chest x-ray. Mr. Bailey had sent me a text that he thought they were going to send him packing. I sent back..."he needs more testing... what about an MRI?" I just had a feeling that something was very wrong and that he didn't need to leave until they found out what was wrong with him. About thirty minutes later, I got a call that they were going to do a spinal tap. Within a hour we knew he had meningitis...but they were sure what kind. I called in sick to work at about 11 p.m. I was told by the doctors at Methodist that I needed to take a pill called Cipro. The on call doctor said, "No way." I really wanted to talk to my doctor, so I had Shaun call him and see if he wouldn't mind talking to me. He gave my doctor my cell number and he called me immediately. He confirmed what the on call doctor said and told me to come in Tuesday morning to get another antibiotic. Meanwhile Stephen was being admitted and quarantined. Shaun had come to visit before they found out what it was and went home with a prescription for Cipro. Mr. Bailey also had to take it.
For the next several days, Stephen's temperature was up as high as 103.4. We were Skyping some, but Cole and I both were a little scared of how Stephen looked. Cole and I weren't allowed to visit, but by Wednesday the hospital confirmed that the meningitis was viral and not bacterial. However, my father-in-law misunderstood the doctors when they said the cultures were negative and he thought we were back to square one. By Thursday we knew that it was viral meningitis. They weren't sure how he had gotten in...could have been another person by handshake, restroom, maybe a mosquito.
In the midst of this madness, we had realized that Stephen would probably not make the birth of our second son. I was trying to be strong and not fall apart. I needed to be strong for him and for me. On Thursday, I went to my final doctor's appointment. We scheduled an induction for Friday, September 14. I had asked Dr. Klein how long he would let me stay pregnant and that was the date that I wanted for the induction. I was hoping I could hold out for Stephen. I had also asked if we could Skype during labor just in case he couldn't be there. I had been given a green light for that. After I finished work on Friday, I had decided that I was putting myself on bed rest. My plan was to take it easy and try to keep this baby in as long as I could. "Crackers" had other plans....
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