And baby makes 3!

I never expected that on July 15 I'd be writing a post with a 1 week old baby in my lap!  His arrival was very dramatic, but we're all home and doing great.

My due date was August 11.  On Sunday, July 8 we had our friends and family baby shower at our house.  My mom finished cleaning up about 4:30.  I wasn't feeling all that well, but I thought that was just from the excitement and activity of the day.  About 5pm I started feeling nauseous.  I vomited and had diarrhea several times over the next 2 hours.  I decided to call the advice nurse, and she and I were both convinced it was food poisoning.

We discussed my options - wait it out at home and see if things got better or come in and get fluids.  I decided to wait it to out at home, but come in if I kept vomiting.  30 minutes later I threw up the water I had been drinking, so we decided to head in.

The hospital was VERY busy (they were on divert that night), so check-in was slow.  They gave me a gown,  to change into, and left to go deal with another patient.  They came back for a urine sample, then left to deal with another patient.  That was fine with me, since I wasn't in awful shape.  About 9:45 they hooked me up to the monitors.  Almost immediately the nurse started calling everyone under the sun to come in our triage room stat.  She had me move on my side and gave me an oxygen mask.  At that point I had no idea what was going on, but I knew something was wrong and it got scary REALLY fast.  Before I knew it there were doctors/nurses/techs, etc all around me, and I started to cry because I was scared.

They said the baby was having heart decels.  The doctor checked me and I was 4cm dilated.  That shocked me, since on Tuesday I didn't have any progress at all and I was still only 35 weeks.  The oxygen helped, and the lovely staff held my hand and helped me calm down to help the baby.  I couldn't see Bryan at that point since he was behind me, but he was rubbing my back and trying to stay calm.  They debated for about 2 minutes about letting me try to labor, but in that time the baby started to have more decels and the decision was made that he needed to get out STAT.

I was rushed to the OR immediately and had to have general anesthesia since it was an emergency c section.  I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to Bryan since thing were happening so fast. Things get a bit fuzzy here, but I remember being mostly naked on the table in the cold ER.  The pediatrician for the baby came in and held my hand while they were prepping me.  The anesthesiologist told me what was going to happen.  The nurses kept comforting me and saying things were going to be okay.  The thing I remember most is how nice all of the doctors and nurses were.  They knew I was scared, and they did everything they could to comfort me.

At 10:08pm, our baby entered the world.  He weighed 5lb 14oz, which was pretty good for a 5 week preemie.  He didn't have a name, as we hadn't settled on one yet that we liked.  I don't remember when I was awake again, but I know it wasn't more than an hour before I woke up and saw Bryan.  He told me that the baby was doing great and he was able to see him being delivered and had been with him while the pediatrician worked on him.  Unfortunately, the hospital where we delivered wasn't equipped to deal with preemies.  Although he was doing well, they were too full to give him the attention he might need if something happened, so he needed to be transported to another hospital about 30 minutes away.  Bryan says we got about 45 minutes with the baby before the transport team arrived, but I only remember about 5 of it!

The baby headed off to the other hospital about 1am, but they didn't have room for me.  They had to wait for discharges the next day, and an ambulance transport for me, so I didn't get there until 5pm on Monday.  Many people have commented on how awful this much have been, but to be honest I'm grateful for that night alone.  I was in severe pain and they were having a hard time getting it under control.  I knew the baby was okay (his APGARS were 6,9,9), and Bryan was at the hospital spending time with him.  That time allowed me to get my pain managed, get up and moving (ouch!) for the first time, and to start pumping.  The first 24 hours post c-section are very painful, so I was able to be in a better place when we were finally reunited.

Once I got to hospital #2 the baby was brought in to room with us and never left (except for a few hours at night so we could get a tiny bit of sleep between feedings).  He was really healthy.  No problems breathing, no jaundice, no glucose issues, nothing.  His only issue was that he didn't have a rooting reflex and his sucking wasn't very good, so he was a poor eater the first couple of days.  With the help of some awesome lactation consultants (and a body that produces milk like a dairy cow), the feeding specialist from the newborn nursery, and the pediatrician, we got him eating pretty well.  That was our only hurdle in getting him home, and we were so happy to all be released together on Thursday.  We also had to settle on a name before being released, which wasn't an easy task.  We narrowed in down to Bennett and Quinton, but couldn't decide between them.

We are so grateful for amazing hospital staff every step of the way.  It turns out that he had a knot in his cord and a nuchal cord.  Although they aren't sure what started my labor (the placenta is being sent to pathology to look for clues), the theory is that as he started to drop the knot tightened and put him into distress.  It was sobering to be told that had we not come in when we did, we might have lost him.  Such a scary thought.  We owe the quick actions of the hospital staff, and the symptoms my body decided to create, for saving his life.

We are so in love with our little guy.  Although the sleep deprivation is no joke, we're getting the hang of this parenting thing.  We were not prepared to have a baby 5 weeks early, but our friends and family have been nothing short of amazing in helping us and giving us support.  We feel so lucky that he's doing so well, and we think he's one of the cutest babies on the planet - not that we're biased or anything :)

Introducing Quinton Thomas Kauffman.

Finished....?

I find it funny that B told me I need to blog because it had been over a month. He's the one person that knows pretty much everything that goes on in my life every day, but B, this one is for you :)

Maybe he asked me to blog because he knew it would be mostly about the hard work we (but mostly he) have been doing to get house projects done before baby. We like to say we're pretty much finished, but is anything ever finished with a house? Maybe "finished for now" is a better term. Our guest room went from this:
 
 To this:
 
Thanks in large part go to my MIL. Since she moved back to Florida, we inherited her comforter set, sheets, dresser, and art. The guest bed actually gets used almost every night either by Bryan or myself at some point. It's much more firm than our mattress, so it's often nice for my pregnant back. It's also helpful when one of us can't sleep or Bryan's allergies are acting up.

Our half done yard has gone from this:

 To this:
 
 While it's hard to see all of the differences, we finished the mulching, trimmed everything again (although it is rapidly growing back), and painted the porch. It used to be a grey/blue shade that was chipped and looked awful, and now it is a mint green. We thought the green would be a bit darker, but it still looks way better than the gray.

Our nursery has gone from this:


To this:

Admittedly it's not a huge change, but everything is neat and tidy now, we've added some books that we got as gifts, and the room is now ready for a baby!  The blanket on the back of the chair was made for our little guy by a co-worker of my MIL's that we've never even met!  It is amazing, and it was so sweet of her to make a blanket for us.

I think most impressive is our garden!  It has gone from this:





To this:



Those after pictures don't include the spinach (which has all been harvested after it started to flower, which I learned is called bolting), broccoli that we harvested, strawberries that are done for the season, and 4 lettuce heads that were harvested.

Some photos of a small portion of what have enjoyed so far:



For our first try at this, we're doing really well!  Even my avid gardener friends are jealous.  I think we are lucky in that we bought really good soil, our yard gets just the right amount of sun, and this year the weather has been ideal for growing with a few sunny days, then a few days of rain.  Besides the first week after planting, I've never watered once, nor have I fertilized.  We've had some issues with pests (aphids, slugs, and cabbage moths mostly), but it hasn't ruined too much of our crop.  Thankfully aphids are harmless, so unless something is infested (ahem, some of the broccoli) I just rinse it off.

In terms of things that aren't finished, I'm still getting bigger (and puffier) by the day.  This was last Saturday at 34 weeks:

Although I'm not looking particularly horrible there, I'm not so lucky most days.  I've been fighting a losing battle with swelling in my feet/calves, hands, and face.  It can be very painful some days.  My BP is fine, as are all other pre-e signs, so I just have to elevate my feet as much as possible and I have some sexy compression stockings.

I'm just having to come to terms with not being one of those glowing, beautiful pregnant women.  I've gained more weight than I wanted, mostly due to fluids so my midwife says to stop worrying, my hair isn't thick and shiny, my skin is dull, and I constantly look tired because I can't sleep.  I am fighting heartburn every day, I now have pregnancy-induced carpal tunnel from the swelling, and I'm just generally kind of a miserable person to be around.  I try hard not to complain too much because I KNOW it can be way worse, but some days are a struggle.  I'm very much looking forward to having the little guy in my arms.  I truly think that the sleep deprivation of being a new mom will be easier than the heartburn/peeing/sore body/painful swollen feet sleep deprivation of pregnancy.  He will definitely be the "reward" for dealing with pregnancy!  I'm grateful that the first 25 weeks or so were pretty easy, and I don't know how women do it when they are sick every day from the very start.  I'm also very grateful for a husband that steps in to do a large portion of my share of the chores, and a mom that is ready to help whenever we need her to.  Last weekend she spent her free time helping us paint the stairway, which was not easy work.  I am very lucky.

More to come on the kitchen remodel that is now done and the work and family baby showers coming up in the next week.