6 week wait and Corey's birth story (finally)

And I thought the dreaded 2 week wait was rough!

I spoke with a social worker, who transferred me to a psychologist whom I spoke to for about 20 minutes about Chase's behaviors. We were given paper work, and if you circled more than 20 "2"s on the behavior chart, you were seen as a critical, and bumped to the front. The front is a 6 week wait, which is much better than our original 6 month wait.

My friend, Tegan, brought her boys over on Thursday, and she too noticed his behavior is odd. He separated himself from her boys, locking himself in the closet. When Tab began to cry, Chase panicked. Chase was even nervous to meet Santa at the zoo. During the JDRF awards, he was spinning and shaking his head, saying nothing.

Now, some days are great. He is back to his old self and is wonderful company. The only friend I've really talked to is Tegan and Kylee. More so Tegan, because she has seen him most recently.

I've been so busy with photography that I havent posted Coreys birth story!

So, I had planned to do a natural birth, but my first son was almost an emergency c-section due to shoulder distocia, and this little boy started going into sleep cycles and his movement decreased suddenly. My dr decided to induce on the 20th (due the 28th). So we had to abandon my natural birth, but we were still going to try for no epidural.

Well, I went into labor at 3pm the day of my induction, and we left for the hospital when we were scheduled. On the way, FLAT TIRE!! hahaha. So we got to the hospital at 10pm, 1 hour late. I was a whopping 3cm, from 1 cm that previous thursday. They did the foley cath to get me to 4cm, since I was contracting but not dilating well.

Well, the on-call dr (mine came in at 3am), gave me the foley cath to dilate me to 4-5cm, and cervidil. Within an hour, my BP went to 68/50 and I went into shock. 2 dr's came in with about 4 nurses and gave me a ton of fluids through my IV. My BP only went to 80/63 so they told me it was time to do the epidural because it seemed like I would need the c-section. I had made it to nearly 6cm BEAUTIFULLY without any drugs, and with my husband dead asleep and NO support. But I kept passing out, and my son's HR was dropping with each contraction.

At 8am, when I got the epidural, I laid back and finally got about 45 min of sleep before my DR came in to break my water to see if he could get the baby to come on his own without the c-section. At 10am, I was 10cm. Exactly the same time I was 10cm with Chase.

My dr asked if I would like to push now, or wait until he was well into the birth canal. My MIL was running late, as she ALSO got a flat on the way, so we waited.

I waited at 10cm for over 2 hours, which was fine because I could feel him naturally coming down. at 12:05, I began to push. On the 2nd push everyone began to scream "STOP!!" My dr came in and said "Who's ready for a---OH S**T!" and grabbed gloves from the nurse. My son was just sliding on out on his own, with no help from me! They were all screaming to stop because his cord was wrapped around his neck and the faster he came down, the tighter it was getting. So the dr removed it and at 12:09, Corey Allen was born! Chase was born at 12:15 in 2008, so that made a cool moment.

He was taken right from me and placed right on my chest to be nursed. I didn't get this with Chase, as he was not breathing and rushed to nicu shortly after.

Corey has been such a wonderful baby. He lights up when he sees Randy, just loves him.

That's his newborn picture.

Here are new pictures of my boys. Love!

Needing to vent....

I really need to retitle this blog..

Sometimes I feel like just staying home all the time would be easier for everyone, especially chase.  Everyone always makes comments on how active, hyper and "crazy" chase is. Even his own family gets soo aggravated with him to the point where they make comments to use to do something, discipline him, he's a terror, etc..

I don't really talk to any of my friends much, nor feel they want to speak with me, a lot may be because of chase. When he became diabetic, over half of my friends bailed. Now, I know the ones left, will really take off. I feel like I have no one to turn to. My heart aches for my son, because of all the people who find him so damned annoying. A few months ago, we were advised to have him put on ritilin, which I declined. Now, childrens hospital intake is involved and we have an almost definitive diagnosis.

Chase is autistic. And it kills me to say it. He's gotten so much worse in the last 6 months. Its not official, we still need mris done, and occupational therepy to determine which spectrum. But, the psychiatrist said it sounds very much like autism. PDD-NOS to be exact.

He wakes up, quiet and not communicating. When he's alert, he begans spinning, either on his feet, or all fours. Hell ask for an apple, or cheese, and if I don't make him what he wants, he plain refuses to eat, for hours on end. He washes his hands 6 times or more at each bathroom trip. He gets overwhelmed and flips himself in the chin, face and stutters. When he talks, he repeats himsef many times. He plays with his cars and trucks, groups them together by type, color and lines them up. If we break away from routine, its a meltdown.

Its exhausting, and I feel alone because, again, I'm the only one who's taking time to learn about it, and doing all of the doctors appointments, its like diabetes part deux.

If we get the diagnosis, I'm not sure well tell many people. I feel like if hey can't be here now, then they won't want to if it just gets worse.

And worst of all, I'm so afraid corey will be lost in the shuffle.

I just need a friend to lean on. 

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Answers, Procedures and More BLUE!

I'm terrible at updating this, but we've have an amazingly busy 3 months.

Well, December 2010 we had our ultrasound, and the hemorrhage was still there, but the baby was fine. We also got a "slight" prediction of what the baby was, and we were told girl, based on the nub theory.

January 4th comes, and we had an elective ultrasound..and..it's another BOY for us! I was instantly happy, but seeing the disappointment on my familes face took all of that joy away. But that's another story, a cup of coffee and a box of kleenex...which I may get into.

February comes, and while helping some friends move in (Randy did the moving, I just stopped in to check out the new digs haha) Chase started feeling sick, coughing a lot, runny nose. That little cold turned into a hellish nightmare that put Chase in the hospital with possible brain swelling, and severe DKA (Diabetic Ketoacidosis) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diabetic_ketoacidosis

I was hosting my best friends shower, and got a call that my son was throwing up, and sugar was over 400. Then over 500..and climbing. No amount of insulin was fixing it, and his pump site was changed twice. So with 2 new infusion sets, several shots of insulin and fluids, he was getting worse by the hour. We called NWCH and were told to head there asap, and off we were to the ER. Chase slipped into a coma as we arrived, and couldn't come out of it. His heart started to pound, and we were told he was at great risk for a heart attack at any moment. They said if he didnt start responding soon, we could be moved from 6AW Endocrinology...to the PICU. If the brain swelling was bad enough, we could lose our son. He was placed on an IV drip, heart monitor, 3 more bags of medicine, and fluids, head monitor and breathing treatments. Seeing our son like this only brought back memories of 2 years ago when he was diagnosed.

My 2 year old son was facing Renal Failure, Cerebral Edema, Cardiac Arrest, Liver Failure and possibly Death. I held his hand until 4 am, and decided I wanted to hold him...damn the nurses and wires. A nurse came in and said as long as I stayed awake, I could continue to hold him. Then he started (after not peeing for 15 hours) peeing ALL OVER ME! haha! I was so happy as strange as it sounds! I started yelling and the nurses ran in, grabbed him and checked his urine levels which showed much smaller ketones.

Several hours later, around 8, he just woke up. And asked for Pancakes, sausage, donuts, apples, potatoes, orange juice and COFFEE! hahaha his sugar was 65, so they took him off all of his drips, IVs and monitors and let him eat!

 

That is Chase, finishing his feast while watching The 3 Stooges! haha

Because we are trained to deal with T1D, we were allowed to go home once his ketones were at a mod-small level and sugar was under 275. Last check before we left he was 270!!! We were beyond happy to go home, and as we were leaving..our good friend Jeff Kennedy showed up to surprise Chase with his very own Police visitors to wish him off! 

We had so many prayers, friends, and concerns...not to mention the cards sent to our house after we got home. We were especially touched that our former neighbor, Brenda, has sent so many prayers out, and got up in front of the Church we attended and had the entire church praying for our little man! For this, we are ever grateful! Friends, Aunts, Uncles, cousins...my brothers, sister in law...my parents..and Randy's parents, you are all so great to us and helped us so much in Chase's recovery.

Off to happier days! :)

I'm now nearly 24 weeks, and looks like the hemorrhage is gone! We had another ultrasound, and Corey looks great, smaller in the weight, but great! I've gained 6 lbs so far, and for being almost 6 months I think that is ok! I lost 15 in the beginning, and while on the Clomid, so I'm still not at my usual weight! haha. Still in regular jeans too!

And the name, Corey..has a funny story. I wanted Chandler, Ben or Jack. Randy wanted Austin, Shawn or Hunter (See the pattern? WWE WRESTLERS!!! BOO) But the middle name would be Allen. Well, Cole my youngest brother suggested Shane or Corey...and we chose Corey. Funny thing is, while Allen is my dad's middle name..it's also Randy's grandmothers Maiden name. Chase's middle name was chosen after my grandmother's maiden name, Gannon. AND, we found out last night, Randy's great grandmothers name was Corey. How perfect is that?

That is all for now, I've wrote enough. Picture time!

Chase Gannon!!

 

23 weeks ^, I feel huge as a cow though. :(

And.....COREY! 

Just 1 more day, then we get our answers.

Well, shortly after my first post, my doctor called us in and said he needed to chat with us. I had to go back to the room alone, as we had Chase, and Randy needed to keep him busy. We figured the doctor just wanted to discuss a C-section, as we had previously touched upon because of my colitis, and my RA has been getting really bad.

The doctor informed me that we have a large placental hemmorhage that is surrounding the baby and restricting it's growth. The baby measured 1.5 weeks behind at our ultrasound, and at 8 weeks, my uterus was measuring as not even growing. I am now into my fourth month, out of the first trimester and still not showing. I figured with my second baby, third pregnancy that I would be showing SOME. All of my clothes are massive now, and I have NO symptoms that I was even pregnant except for a missing period. We are really worried that We have lost this baby, and just experienced a missed miscarriage.

On Wednesday, we have a 4 hour appt. First is our ultrasound, then meet with the Dr then Nurse.  From there, we'll know more and what our next steps are to take.

Say some prayers for our little one, and hopefully she or he makes it through!

My first post!

I never know how to start these things. I originally signed up for blogger to make a photography blog for my website, and blog about each session I did; but that never took off.

Then I started a blog for my son's diabetes and realized that all of my posts aren't about his diabetes; they are about being a parent of a toddler, diabetes or not. So scratch that.

Then we started trying for another baby in December 2009. Being hopeful, because we got pregnant easily with our son, I didn't give TTC much thought. I figured if you had one child already, you couldn't have issues TTC. I was wrong!

When I got pregnant with my son, keeping the pregnancy was the hard part, not actually getting pregnant. I had to go on progesterone with my son until 12 weeks because my levels kept dropping.  I tried to miscarry at 7 weeks, then at 14 weeks. At 28 weeks, I went into preterm labor and was given medication to stop labor. I wasn't considered a "safe" pregnancy until 32 weeks! Then of course, 3 weeks later I developed Preeclampsia and starting gaining 5 lbs a week. By the time I went into labor I was 11 days or 6 days overdue, depending on which doctor you ask, and had gained 40 lbs! I was a giant water baloon ready to burst at any moment. Long story short, epidural didn't work and after 2.5 hours of pushing, my son made it into the world. He was blue from lack of oxygen, but ready to fight! I had a seizure after, for a few moments and eventually got to hold my son.

We decided once out son was 1 year, we would TTC again. Being a constantly sick child, 2 weeks after our sons first birthday, and 1 week after I stopped birth control, our precious son was diagnosed as a Type-1 diabetic. We adjusted very well to his diabetes, and had it under tight control in just months. In September of 2009, we felt brave enough to TTC again. I went to the dr since I still wasn't having periods and after a renal ultrasound I was diagnosed with PCOS and it was discovered I had a 4 in cyst on my ovary. This explained the no periods since 2006. In November of 2009, I had a laparoscopy and it was also discovered I did have some endometriosis, not enough to cause issues but some, and a twice as  long falopian tube then most women. My tube was twisted, so my dr fixed that and removed some ovary with the cyst.

In December of 2009, we were cleared to start trying. For the months of January-March all of my blood tests revealed no ovulation. I O'd in April, and July of 2010. In July, we got 4 positive pregnancy tests! The pregnancy turned out to be a chemical pregnancy and our Dr. said it was time to consider Clomid. The reason he chose to be so proactive was during the chemical pregnancy, we discovered I had more cysts that had grown back, and my 2nd breast tumor. We could no longer treat the PCOS with birth control, as I was allergic to estrogen and it was causing the tumors. We were given 3-4 months max on Clomid and given the best of luck.

In October of 2010, on our anniversary, we got a positive pregnancy test!

 

At 6 weeks, I began to cramp very badly and we had an ultrasound. The Dr was worried we had an ectopic pregnancy, but that's not the case. We saw a heartbeat, but the baby is measuring much smaller than it should. We get another ultrasound sometime this month to make sure Baby is growing well.

I guess I am starting to blog to just write about my everyday adventure with my pregnancy, and day to day activities with my son and his diabetes journey. I don't know if I will get any followers, but I had a blog with my son, and I want to keep one this time as well.

Praying this baby sticks, even with the daily cramps! I will take the morning sickness over another loss.