Samantha says…

These are the reasons we risk our lives and have children.

Samantha: Want more pickle!

Me: I know pickles taste good, but they won’t make you grow big and strong.

Samantha: I strong enough!

I had no answer for that.  Grandma just laughed.

And then,

Samantha, holding the “Bible Storybook: This book heavy because lots of God in it.

And every time she stands on something tall, she says, “I big!”.  And when she can’t do something she wants to, she hangs her head sadly and says, “I too little”.  And we all giggle.

An Update from the Baker Hospital

This is attempt number three for this post.  Craig’s computer has eaten it twice now.  But we had a doctor’s appointment last Monday (most of the delay is actually due to my laziness, not his computer, sadly) and here is the jist of things.
The placenta is in between the baby and its way out, so unless it moves, I’ll have to have another C-section.  The problem is that if the placenta detaches too soon, the baby loses oxygen, and if it gets damaged in the birthing process, there can be a lot of bleeding.  So what needs to happen for me to stay out of surgery is for the placenta to move up a little less (or more would be great!) than two centimeters, according to the ultrasound.
The good news is, it only has to move a little to remove most of the danger.  The other good news is that it’s not over the scar from my last C-section, so that eliminates a whole raft of other possible complications.
So on January 20 (which is roughly 36 weeks into the pregnancy) I’ll go back to Touro and have another ultrasound, and if it has moved, then we can pretend none of this ever happened and go on like any normal pregnancy, and if it hasn’t moved they’ll schedule a C-section for sometime that week.
So, clearly, what I need is for you to pray that the placenta moves up, and the more the better.  It’s not impossible, but there isn’t a lot of time and space for it to happen, so it’s not super likely either.
In the meantime, I get to stay on bed rest, the nice part of which is that my mom is coming to stay with us to help out, and then when she has to go home for a while Taylor is coming to stay.  So it’s not all bad.
But, maybe because someone thought I needed to be kept from getting too active, the girls and I all have head colds and pink eye right now.  So that’s been fun.  And Craig starts work again tomorrow.  And that’s the update.

Prebirth Adventures in the Hospital

Let’s make an attempt to work out exactly what happened on our little excursion to the hospital. I’ve been processing it for a couple of days now, but I’d like to get some of the details down “on paper” before they start to get too fuzzy.

It was Wednesday morning, and I was taking a shower. When I went to turn off the water, I noticed blood (the bright red kind doctors and pregnancy books get really excited about) in the tub, and tried to call Craig. He thought I wanted him to get the biscuits out of the oven, so he didn’t come and I had to call again. We called the midwife, but she didn’t pick up, so we called the office of our back-up doctor, and they told us to come in to the labor and delivery floor.

My Little Lent

Well, for those of you who may not have gotten Craig’s updates, we are in need of prayers – big time.

Merry Christmas, by the way!

The good news is, our little Oscar is very healthy, and I am very healthy, except for one little thing.  I had some bleeding in the shower on Wednesday morning, and we went on to the hospital to have it checked out.  (Thank you Theresa, Justin, Craig’s mom, and my mom for taking care of the girls through all this!)  What I had hoped would be a battery of tests and getting home in time for lunch turned into two days and one night in the hospital, mostly waiting.

Finally, some news!

Yesterday I had the appointment with the OB who backs the midwife we’re looking at using, and I am offically certified “low-risk” for home birth!  Yay!

I spent 3 1/2 hours at the doctor’s office, and took a tongue lashing, because the OB has had some pretty bad experiences with the midwife we used for Samantha’s birth, but she said she trusts Emmy’s (the new midwife) judgement so much that she thinks we will be fine, even if something should go wrong.  So I have an appointment with Emmy in two weeks, and all I have to do now is keep from doing anything that would kick me out of the “low-risk” category between now and February.

Good news!

The midwife finally called back (she’s had at least 4 births -that I know of- in the last two weeks and a hard time getting in touch with the doctor, too) and it looks like we have a good chance at a home birth!  I have to make an appointment with her back-up doctor and then we go from there.  Thank you St. Rita, St. Gerard, and everyone else who has been praying for us over the long last two and a half weeks.

Pray with me!

Hello, again.  I know it’s been a long time between posts, and I have finally been motivated to write again because, of course, I could use a little help.

Everything is going well, by the way.  The girls are doing their thing (Samantha has decided to start her terrible twos a few weeks early) and Craig is busy raising ruckus at Shaw, as usual.  All signs indicate that baby Oscar is doing just fine.  He is quite wiggly quite often.

Lucy’s Chicken Story

“I didn’t feel good because I needed to go potty but I didn’t know how to go potty.  So I just had chicken since I was sick.”

September 29, 2010

Homeschooling journal:

Socialization practice today – we took the girls to youth group.  Also learned that Red 40 may be a problem for Lucy.  The Kool-aid at dinner made her nuts.  But she is usually nuts at youth group, so I never can be sure.

Also watered the garden and picked a couple of bell peppers, and explained to Lucy why we let some of them stay on the plant and get bigger before we pick them.

Excitement…

…of various sorts has been ours lately.  I’ll have to come back to the posts on the road trip, but here’s what’s going on more recently.

Lucy has finally given in and decided that she is, in fact, old enough to poop on the potty.  We are jubilant.  And it’s consistent, it’s been only one diaper since we got back from Fargo.  We even tried sleeping without diapers for a couple of nights (at her request), but that went less well.  Apparently if she sleeps in a diaper, she waits until she gets up to pee, and if she doesn’t, well, she doesn’t.  But maybe soon.