Since we last met.....

Life since I last spent time posting has definitely been full of ups and downs. I became totally engrossed in my role of Chair of the PA of Keevas school. I was really really enjoying it, planning and taking part in many activities and getting to know some really great people. In December we had many activities planned but unfortunately I had to take a backseat and hand the reigns over to my vice chair. I had stopped growing.....I was measuring 5 weeks behind my gestation and was ordered to rest and take it easy. I thought oh no I have so much to do how can I rest without going nuts.....the universe had answer.
Two days before Christmas I got hit with what I thought was a simple cold. Not so! It would not go away and ended up settling in my chest giving me a cough that I thought would kill me. I would take into fits where I would almost stop breathing. My midwife decided Iwas getting so bad I was becoming a danger to the baby and put me on round after round of antibiotics and then an inhaler. Finally at the end of January I began to feel better when, my Mom had a fall and I had to take her to the ER I think spending the day waiting tired me out and I relapsed. After a week I felt better again. The next day when I could have used a week to get my strength back Keeva came down with a bad cold and was home from school. She recovered and was ready to head back to school the following Monday. I was feeling strong and ready to catch up on all the baby prep stuff that I had left until after the stress of the holidays. So off we headed to school and oh we we're very excited we got parking across the street from the school. We were so excited and happy to be feeling good.
I was just happy to be Keevas Mom again.....poor thing had had about 6 weeks of being tod Mummy can't, Mummy needs to rest. So I picked her up to cross the street into the school. We went about four steps when thump we hit the ground. I had twisted my ankle on an uneven part of teh road....something so rare here in Rhodle Island...yeah right. I think theres more uneven road here than even surfaces. Anyway, long story short I ended up in the hospital and began contracting frequently enough that they wanted to keep me for observation so I was checked in and strapped up for 28 hours. The contractions eased off and I was sent home with crutches and a very sore and swollen ankle and the ezpextation that I woul be back to deliver within 12-24 hours. Thankfully no broken bones.
I had a follow up appointed with my midwife the next morning. Joe drove me and on the way home I asked that he stop and get me a bagel at the Dunkin Donuts down the street from our house, the one and only DD's I know off without a drive through. So he parked, went inside and I stayed in the car. I was peacefully sitting there when an SUV hit me and tore the front off our subaru. I couldn't believe it and the guy went to drive off. I laid on the horn and jumped out off the car as quickly as a heavily pregnant woman on crutches could. Thankfully he came back when he saw me. I couldn't bellieve it though, all I could do was laugh, I thought well nothing else can happen now........ya think...
The fall set on a path of entering into labor for about three hours everyday and baby decided he did not want to come out. Over two weeks later I was one day from being 42 weeks. I was at my midwifes for my non stress test when I was informed I had to go straight to the hospital to be induced. The baby heart was decelerating and he had to be delivered. I was SO upset. I had planned for a natural delivery in the alternative birth center as I had done with Keeva and this wasn't going to happen. When I got to the hospital the midwife told me that I had to have Pitocin as we really needed to get the baby out, so I was strapped up, given an IV and administered pitocin. I did manage to go 4 hours with no pain meds and then all hell broke lose. It was like every bad movie you've ever seen of a delivery...I was screaming for pain meds, fing and blinding I think I even grabbed my midwife by the face...gulp...but oh boy does the epidural work. One hour later and I was holding my little boy. We had a beautiful stay in the hospital, the only thinking was I was having some strange pains but I thought it was just because of the violent delivery. I headed home and my Mum came to stay for a week. We had a lovely week planned...hehe yeah right......
My pains continued to worsen. I couldn't walk up the stairs and I was feeling a lot of pelvic pressure. I delivered on a Tuesday and the following Monday I headed back to the ER. Long story short the Doctor told me it was an emergency room and I wasn't an emergency. I felt terrible. Thankfully my midwife was there to validate how I was feeling. I overheard her telling the Doctor that I was an experienced Mom and I knew how I should be feeling...all to no avail so I headed back home. Thursday the pains had change to feel like the worst gas pains ever and as I was nursing I called my midwife to ask what was the strongest thing I could take. She advised that I come in and have one of the Doctors in the office work me over. I did the next afternoon. That Doctor put it down to the (sorry TMI) constipation I had had early in the pregnancy but had m have an ultrasound just to check the uterus. While I was having that done she consulted with another Doctor and they decided to send me for a CAT scan just to rule out an appendicitice. So off I went back to the ER.....one nurse actually said hello to me by name as I went down the corridor!!!! It was torture, I had to drink a yucky contrast and I had to have IV contrast also. They couldn't get the IV in and I was losing it, I was going home. Finally they took me for the CAT scan injected the IV contrast and I took an allergic reaction to it...threw up violently and broke out in hives....what else was going to happen.
I soon had my answer as I was rushed to the OR to remove my ready to burst apendix!! I couldn't believe it I just had a baby, I should be home in bliss enjoying him, holding him, loving him. Not heading for surgery...... So that was it. Two more nights in hospital. My new baby at home drinking formula and me drugged up to the hilt pumping and dumping. Joe had taken time off when I fell and my Mum had taken time off the week before so when I came home we had to hire a nanny for a week so I could rest and I wasn't allowed lift the baby. Thankfully she was wonderful and we will have her babysit again so that was one good thing...we found a reliable babysitter. When I first ventured outside after my rest period I found myself bracing, waiting for the next thing to strike.
Joe assured me the universe had moved on......