An update on the Biscuit and why I am slacking on my blogging

I seem to blog in spurts. Some times I am great at it, other times I go a month without saying much. I have about six different posts I am working on and I will have ready soon. So look forward to that. Its been a busy summer. My sister Kara and her two girls are staying with us since June 15th, and won’t be going home until July 22! Its been chaotic fun and we are going to miss them so much when they leave. I just haven’t had time to sit down and blog like I have wanted to. The kids have done so many fun and new things and I promise to have you all updated soon.

Anyway, with my excuse for slacking out of the way, I wanted to post a quick update on the Bonus Baby. As most of you know I had a really scary delivery with Gavin. When I got pregnant with Keaton I was supposed to be considered high risk and be treated as such. Well no one told me what a moron my OB was going to be before hand. So instead of having my worries constantly eased away, I was forgotten and told to “hang in there”. Thankfully I had an okay pregnancy and a wonderful delivery and recovery. I suppose I got a little Cocky. I thought since Keaton’s had gone so well, why can’t I have a third? And really so far this pregnancy has been great. I think its the best I’ve ever felt pregnant.

Well last week my OB scared me a little.  I went in for my big ultrasound where they check the baby and all that jazz. When I went in I was showing some protein in my urine and I had high blood pressure. At the last visit  I also had a high blood pressure. However, any time I took it at home it was perfectly normal. I haven’t had swollen ankles or felt sick like I did before I was diagnosed with Pre-eclampsia last time. But my OB was/is worried so he referred me to a High risk OB and I had to collect my urine for 24 hours (good times!). I went from feeling scared like something was wrong, to mad because I thought he was over reacting, back to scared because I don’t know if I could handle 3 1/2 months of bed rest if things were bad. Then finally back to “My OB knew all the previous trouble I had with my OB with Keaton and I really thought he might just be trying to prove he was taking me seriously”.

After a week of worrying I finally had my appointment with the high risk OB today and all my worries were eased. I had a very extensive ultrasound and Biscuit is growing perfectly. He is measuring right on with his dates and he was all to happy to flash us his junk (which they printed a 5×7 glossy of his little pee-pee to keep) so we could again verify that he’s a he. I explained to the OB about how I thought we might just be jumping the gun because my blood pressure has/had been fine most of the time. She didn’t think we were and thought that with Keaton’s pregnancy, they didn’t do enough. She says I should have had constant monitoring with him and it was really lucky I had such a successful outcome. For now I am not going to be put on blood pressure meds. Instead she wants monthly ultrasounds to check Biscuits growth. I have to check my blood pressure weekly and report any high pressures. At 32 weeks I will start having weekly stress tests to make sure he is doing fine. If at any time they feel he isn’t growing well or that my blood pressure is continuously high they may put me on medication or bed rest.

I was also told to start taking one baby aspirin every day to help prevent pre-eclampsia. The OB asked me if I had done this with Keaton’s pregnancy. I told her that from 24 weeks on I took tons of aspirin because I was told I could use it for pain for the gallbladder issues I had with Keaton’s pregnancy. I was taking adult doses and several a day. After he was born I read how that can be dangerous and I was so mad at my OB. The high risk OB was mad that he told me to take so much, but she thinks it may have helped ward off pre-eclampsia with him. So I am mad at my OB with Keaton and at the same time a little grateful.

I feel great that they are taking things seriously and making sure that I have as healthy a baby as I can get. I am happy to have my mind put to rest. I am so thankful for modern medicine and doctors that actually give a crap. At the same time I just feel sick over what wasn’t done when I was pregnant with Keaton. I just keep thinking of the what-ifs of his pregnancy. I know I shouldn’t because he is 4 years old and bright and so so awesome. I just can’t help it though. I want to call up my last OB and just bitch him out. For now I will just continue to be thankful and hope for the best for littlest Biscuit.