tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69602337049373445092024-03-18T19:49:21.911-07:00Bumpy Road to MotherhoodMy blog is to help me deal with the highs and lows of my infertility treatments on the path to motherhood! However, right now I am pregnant with TWINS after our first IVF cycle in May/June 2011!Hopeful in Missourihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533234479312261953noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960233704937344509.post-28211032268883456742012-03-17T21:05:00.000-07:002012-03-17T21:05:50.267-07:00First HolidayToday is St. Patrick's Day and officially Gabbie's first real holiday. We didn't do anything, but stay at home today, but of course I had to get her a little outfit in honor of her first holiday. She looked so cute to say the least. Her Aunt Fran made her the matching hairbow. I do have to say how impressed I was that she let me set her up like this for these pictures and didn't throw a fit. She is definitely getting stronger with everyday.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tomorrow we are going to have her pictures taken with her cousins in their matching Easter dresses. I can't wait to see how cute these pictures turn out. Gabbie is going to swim in her dress, but we will make it work. :)</div>Hopeful in Missourihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533234479312261953noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960233704937344509.post-8814802416184520862012-03-17T20:57:00.000-07:002012-03-17T20:57:18.592-07:002 Week Dr's ApptOn March 7th, Gabbie went to the doctor for her 2 week appointment. We made the decision to see Dr. Dean with the Lee's Summit Physician Group. She came very highly recommended to us by lots of people. Chris had to take her to see a doctor from that group on February 25th as her billyrubin levels were high. Luckily in one day, they were slowly dropping which meant that she didn't need a blanket or treatment. :) Any how, we saw Dr. Dean on this day in which I was very impressed. She is very young, personable, and willing to answer any of my crazy questions. At this appointment, we found out that we have a very healthy little girl. All of the blood tests that they did at the hospital checking for 35 different disorders came back normal and negative which made me really breathe a sigh of relief. She weighed 7'15 when she was born. When she was dismissed from the hospital, she weighed 7'10. In a matter of two weeks she had regained all of the weight she had lost and was up to 8lbs. This put her in the 37%ile for her weight. I wasn't too surprised as she is skinny and long at this point. Her length when she was born 20 1/4 inches long. In a matter of two weeks she was up to 21 3/4 which put her in 92%ile. I have a feeling we are going to have a very tall little girl. Her head circumference was 35cm which put her in the 24%ile. She has a very small head that is for sure. It is alright though as her brain has plenty of time to grow. She doesn't have to go back for another 6 weeks and at that time she will get her first shots. :( I am already dreading that to say the least.Hopeful in Missourihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533234479312261953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960233704937344509.post-21249753326676015942012-03-17T20:47:00.000-07:002012-03-17T20:47:35.014-07:00My First Photo ShootWhen Gabbie was one week old, we scheduled to have her newborn pictures taken. We went to a wonderful photographer that came very highly recommended to us. She did an amazing job capturing some beautiful pictures of Gabbie and our little family. The photo shoot wasn't to much fun with her as she screamed the first 40 minutes for some reason. When we went to change her outfit, we realized that she was poopy like no other. Whoops.... Luckily we have a beautiful little girl that helped Monica get some amazing pictures. Here are just a few of them!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_5KinRyY9K1_Kmqb6WKL3tNq_QzVQBBDUa730ENApS2LtHZjtpLIlnVrIIEvNRzASWWMkmeFs7qa2gpFFAgON3_bI3h55OvruVO2a2B8QfP5cgO9UINoxt49ZZewOQoFUsH_jtTL87Jg/s1600/102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img aea="true" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_5KinRyY9K1_Kmqb6WKL3tNq_QzVQBBDUa730ENApS2LtHZjtpLIlnVrIIEvNRzASWWMkmeFs7qa2gpFFAgON3_bI3h55OvruVO2a2B8QfP5cgO9UINoxt49ZZewOQoFUsH_jtTL87Jg/s320/102.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was the morning after her second night home. We had a much better night and just had to get up at 4am to feed her and change her. WOO HOO! You can tell by her cheering arms we were all happy that morning that we got sleep! In addition, Gabbie doesn't like to be curled up in a ball at all. She would rather be laid out straight with her hands above her hands. She has a funny startle reflex where her hands fly above her head all the time. We love it!</div><br />
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When we got home...Chris had to take care of both of us. He got Gabbie out of the car and upstairs as I was in the car still. He had to help me up the stairs very carefully. I was worn out and in pain to say the least. Once I was settled on the sofa, we called my dad to bring the dogs home. It was so funny when they came in as they didn't even realize Gabbie was here at first. She was sitting in her glider and they had no idea. All of a sudden Rudy started smelling the air and found her. Roxas then crawled up on the ottoman to check things out. They were definitely not sure what we had brought home and didn't like her. For the longest time they hid from us and ignored us.<br />
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That afternoon we had tons of visitors to see Gabbie. My parents came over as did my brother and his family. The sweetest part of the day was that my brother went to the American Girl store to get Gabbie her first American Girl baby. What a sweet gesture on his behalf. He even got her with the same features as Gabbie. I know that when she is older, she is going to love her first baby. Of course I took pictures of Gabbie's first few hours at home. :) Better yet, I should say, I sat on the couch and Chris took the pictures for me.<br />
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Our first night with Gabbie was a nightmare. We figured out real quick that even though the nurses said she was wonderful with her feedings and sleep, that she had her days and nights mixed up. I don't think we slept at all that night and on top of that, I was feeling more than lousy and dealing with my own medical issues. Not a fun first night at home that is for sure, but we knew the next day we would be keeping her up during the day to make that night a lot easier. Hopeful in Missourihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533234479312261953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960233704937344509.post-75718748458833955012012-03-17T19:49:00.001-07:002012-03-17T19:54:17.786-07:00We Are Going Home! February 24, 2012Today was the day that we got to bring Gabbie home. The morning started off with a visit from my doctor to tell me that I might not be going home. :( My right leg was still numb from the spinal tap that I got from the c-section and extremely swollen. The doctor was more than concerned that I had a bloodclot in my leg. I was ordered to go for an ultrasound of my leg that morning to make sure that I didn't. I was so upset. I remember asking the doctor if I have to stay, does Gabbie go home without me and she said no. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I went for the ultrasound and found out all is good, but that I would have to see a neurologist after I got home. I was so happy and couldn't believe that we were going home. Chris and I packed up everything to go home. My favorite nurse came home to give us lots of goodies and love. She helped us get everything packed up and ready to go home. I think this is when reality was really hitting that we were getting to take Gabbie home with us. Here are some pictures of our last day in the hospital. <br />
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</div>Hopeful in Missourihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533234479312261953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960233704937344509.post-27627902924341844922012-03-17T19:34:00.001-07:002012-03-17T19:37:20.110-07:00Our Little MiracleEach day we were in the hospital, it become more and more real that Gabbie was our little miracle. Each time I would hold her and she would look into my eyes, I would tear up a bit. Hear was this beautiful and perfect baby and she is ours. On top of that everyone said that she looks like me. I didn't see it when we were in the hospital, but I sure did when my mom showed me one of my baby pictures. She is definitely our baby. :) Everyone that would come in would comment how beautiful and perfect she was. The nurses in the nursery would fight over her and who got to take care of her. We would send her down to the nursery each night to get some rest as my pain was through the roof and I would have nurses in every few hours for more medicine to help with the various symptoms and pain that I was experiencing. When I would walk down the hall in the morning to get her, I would find her in the nursery with a bunch of other babies, but the nurses would have her out playing with her and giving her individual attention. One of the nurses said to me, you don't have to leave tomorrow do you. :) That made me feel so good that she was being cared for like she was and that she was so loved. I hope that Gabbie knows all of the people that loved her and supported her all the way from when she was a little embryo to this beautiful almost 8lb baby. <br />
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One of my favorite memories in the hospital was one of the pediatricians that saw her one day came down to give us our daily report on Gabbie. When she walked in, she said wow....I am so glad that I got to meet your miracle. She then told us that she had read through my file and can't believe everything that we had been through to have this perfect little girl. She said that she was perfect and she was honored that she got to meet her. It made me tear up hearing this. Like I said before Gabbie is so loved and her story of creation has touched so many people and given them inspiration. We are even writing up our story for our RE with SHER Institute to give hope and inspiration to other couples as they deal with infertility.<br />
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While we were in the hospital a lady came in to take her newborn pictures. Here are just a few that I snapped with my camera of her and her adorable dress that I bought her. Little did I know that when I bought her dress that she would be so tiny. Gempeler babies are normally not tiny. :)<br />
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Here are some of the pictures from Gabbie meeting the family and some of my closest friends at the hospital.<br />
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</div>Hopeful in Missourihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533234479312261953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960233704937344509.post-2322191256159019812012-03-17T17:09:00.000-07:002012-03-17T17:09:30.468-07:00Gabbie GempelerIt is Baby Time! Being wheeled down the hall to the delivery room, I was on edge to say the least, but so excited. I was keeping it together until we got to the delivery room and the nurse said Chris sit here and we will come get you when we are ready. It was at that point, that I started to panic and tear up. They had me get off the gurney and walk into the delivery room where I swear there were 15 people if not more in there. It is a good thing that I am not modest any more about who sees me. :) They had me sit on the edge of the bed for the spinal. I remember looking at my favorite nurse Pam and saying, I need Chris. She said I will get you through this. I told the man I hate needles and don't let me see anything and he said I wouldn't. Thank God! I still don't want to know what they stuck in my spine. My nurse sat there and held me as I held onto a pillow with tears running down my cheeks. She just stood there and smiled at me and talking to me to keep me calm. I really don't know what I would have done without her. I remember feeling something cold on my back and then a huge sticker of some sort that was stuck on my back. I think not knowing what was going on was good, but bad at this point as the anaesthesiologist had told me some of it, but I really tuned it out as I didn't want to know. Then came the pain and weird sensations. I remember the pain and then the stinging and then the cold sensation throughout my body. The next thing I know people are helping me lay down and get my body situated as my body was numb from my chest down. Then things really started rolling as I was hooked up to all kind of monitors and people were getting everything ready. I was laying there thinking where is Chris. Finally after what seemed like hours, I heard a nurse say can I get the husband. I was pretty happy to hear that as I was about to lose it. Next thing I know a curtain was hung up so I couldn't see and then Chris came in. I felt like I was strapped down to a cross as I couldn't move. The oxygen in my nose was about to drive me nuts. When Chris sat down next to me, I just looked at him with tears and he looked at me with a concerned look like what is going on. I wanted nothing more than for him to hold my hand, but he couldn't. Pretty soon my doctor asked if I could feel something and I couldn't so they got started. At this point I am guessing it is like 7:55am. I have to say I felt more than I thought I would that is for sure. You felt pulling and some of the weirdest sensations in the world. I heard my water break and them sucking it out. Then my doctor mentioned that when I felt like someone was sitting on my chest, Gabbie was coming. Not too much later, I felt like someone was seriously sitting on my chest. I looked at Chris and said she is coming, I feel it. Then I hear my doctor say, we have a head. Then she said, Chris do you want to look, he said no. :) Next thing I know, I heard the greatest noise in the world, I heard my daughter crying. I immediately had tears running down my face as I just realized that I am a mom finally. I knew that they were taking Gabbie to the warmer and I told Chris to go to her. He looked at me and was like are you sure and I said yes. I wish he could have stayed with me, but there was no way I wanted her over there by herself and I wanted pictures. Here is our beautiful daughter.<br />
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I remember lying there and just crying as I couldn't see her, but I knew Chris was with her. I was feeling sick and nauseous to say the least as things continued. My blood pressure dropped and I was wishing that someone was by my head comforting me, but before long, I heard my doctor tell me that they were putting my guts back in and finishing up. Thank God! I knew that Chris was probably just about to faint hearing that and I was a little sick over the news, but I knew I was closer to getting to meet my doctor. I heard a nurse say across the room, Becky Chris is about to bring her over to you. My emotions picked up even more as I knew I would finally get to see our miracle. I will never forget seeing Chris walk across the room to me with Gabbie. He was so happy. I couldn't see his mouth, but I could see that he was just smiling in his eyes. He laid Gabbie on my chest so I could touch her. What an amazing feeling to finally have my daughter here with us. Here is a few more pictures. <br />
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That morning I was in tears and honestly I don't know how we got to the hospital as I was shaking with nervousness and anxiousness. Chris was trying to act calm, but I knew he was feeling the same way that was for sure. The whole way to the hospital at 5am, neither of us really said anything. Actually I think we argued some on the way, but that is normal when I am on edge. When we got there, we had no idea what was going to happen next, but I would have rather have not known then known and worried more.<br />
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We were taken down the hall to a huge hospital room. I had been admitted there before and thought the rooms were big, but this room was huge. Once I got in there, a nurse came in with lots of instructions. Before I knew it I had scrubbed up and in bed. Chris sat on the other side of the room watching television as various people came in and started poking me. Of course the IV was a disaster and I was so sick at my stomach and my blood pressure dropped. Good times. Meanwhile another nurse was doing a "fun" job, another nurse taking my blood to check my blood type in case of a transfusion, another nurse was checking my vitals, another nurse was with Chris giving him his scrubs, etc. I was just laying there going what did I get myself into. A little bit later my mom showed up and was excited which helped me some, but I am sure that this picture says it all on how I was feeling.<br />
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When I got home that night Chris and I just didn't know what to say or do as we both were getting nervous. I was a huge ball of emotions and just kept crying. Damn my hormones! We just kept walking into her room and realizing that the next day she would be here. All of the years of heartache and disappointment to finally have our miracle here. Unreal. We are so thankful to God for leading us on this long journey to our child. In just a few hours, we are going to be parents! Do you think either of us slept that night? NOPE! Chris got up at 2:30 in the morning to go to the gym to get a work out in. He said that this reminded him of Christmas and he needed to get some of his excitement and nervousness out. :) Me on the other hand, I just tossed and turned as usual because I was nervous, anxious, and of course uncomfortable.<br />
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Here is the last picture we took at home of my huge belly. :)<br />
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The whole month of February is a complete blur to me as I was going to the doctor and/or hospital 6 times a week. My doctor was very concerned about how Gabbie wasn't moving in the womb the way she should and how she wouldn't pass her breathing test when doing the BIO's Physical Profile Ultrasound. More or less, I would go to St. Lukes East Hospital and be hooked up to monitors for an hour or longer to check her heartrate, movement, and my contractions. One of my favorite nurses Pam finally figured out that they needed to stimulate my belly with a wand to try to wake up Gabbie and force movement. I hated that we had to do this, but it seemed to do the trick most of the time as she would start finally moving. Sometimes they would just have to shock my belly once, but a lot of times it would take two times to get her moving. The nurses would look for accelerations in her movement that would count as a passing score. I can't tell you how many times we failed this test and would be sent to another part of the hospital for an ultrasound to monitor movement. They would look for spinal movement, actual movement of fingers and or legs, measure the amniotic fluid, and then check for breathing. She had 30 minutes to pass all of these skills and guess what, she would never pass. Each time I would leave, my heart would be broken to say the least. Finally on February 10th, she passed her breathing test! Seeing her little lungs move, brought me to tears. Or course, this was an appointment that Chris couldn't be there for and he missed it. I was hoping that it just wasn't a fluke and at the next BIO's Ultrasound, she would pass again. I finally started allowing myself to get a bit excited about Gabbie's arrival! When I went to my weekly doctor's appointment after the scan, I found out that I was going to be having a c-section on February 21st if not sooner. :) Little Gabbie was definitely starting to become more and more real with each hour! Finally my mom and I were getting excited and little did we know, that we would have one more little scare that just leveled me. I had appointments on February 14th, 16th, and 17th. The 17th was supposed to be my last appointment before having Gabbie, but that didn't happen. We went on the 16th to iron out all of the details for my c-section. I had never felt so nervous and that she was really coming as I did on that day. Chris and I just sat there as Dr. Leverett explained a few things to us. When we left there, we both were excited and nervous. I really felt like everything was going to be ok and we were just going to have a large baby. When I went on the 17th to the hospital for my usual round of tests, Gabbie was moving and cooperating a lot which had me thinking I would be getting out of there quick to meet Chris for lunch just the two of us for the last time. When one of the nurses came in she informed me that I wouldn't be going home just yet as Gabbie's heartrate was way to fast. My heartrate was registering in the 180s with the lows in the 170s. The dr that was at the hospital said to call me in a lunch and plan on staying for a few hours to be monitored. I just wanted to cry. I remember calling Chris just in tears saying seriously, when is it ok to think that everything is just fine with Gabbie. Argh... There hasn't been a dull moment in this pregnancy that is for sure. Finally after a few more hours of monitoring her heartrate did come down some and out of the 180s, but there was still concern which meant another appointment the next day at the hospital to run tests. Seriously! I just wanted to cry and did when I got to the car. My mom and I went the next day for tests and her heartrate was back on track. Huge sigh of relief. Only three more days and I am going to be a mom!Hopeful in Missourihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533234479312261953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960233704937344509.post-53753536961515675852012-02-06T07:06:00.000-08:002012-02-06T07:06:12.905-08:00FULL TERM!We are FULL TERM today! I can't believe that I am 37 weeks today and that close to finally being a MOM! Today when I woke up, I woke up with the biggest smile and tears in my eyes. My dream that has felt just within reach for so long, is about to really and truly come true. We are ready to meet Miss Gabbie and complete our family. Her nursery is ready for her to come too. Now the rest of my house is a different story, but we are slowly making a dent in the mess and projects. Chris is a machine!<br />
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The other day I sat down and read my blog all the way back to 2009 when I first started writing about my infertility and I just sobbed. The one thing that I have learned through this journey is that I am a far stronger woman than I ever thought I was. I still can't believe some of the things that I have done and been through on this journey. Who would have thought this girl could have multiple injections through out the day and even given myself a few of them! Seriously...I did that. Who would have thought I could have emergency surgery, egg retrieval, endless amount of blood draws, 100's of injections, etc. WOW! I am really proud of myself and of Chris as this road has been more than rocky, but we faced it together and made our relationship even stronger! I am lucky to be married to my best friend!<br />
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This pregnancy has definitely not been easy and right now is no exception as I am still on bedrest and going to the doctor more than ever. My doctor has been amazing through all of this. We have been checking off little milestones along this journey and today is a huge milestone that we get to check off. When I think back to the beginning when we were having twins, to triplets, to one, to twins again, to losing one of the twins, it has been nuts to say the least. I have cried probably more than smile that is for sure. Like I said reality hadn't hit back then and I was still waiting for someone to take it all away. Even though we are 37 weeks, it still isn't real to be honest with you. My doctor said she can't wait to make it really real when she puts that baby in my arms. I can't wait!<br />
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Our plan right now is this... I am going to the doctor or hospital at least 6 times a week right now. The doctor is really monitoring things and making sure that we don't miss a thing. She is concerned that Miss Gabbie hasn't passed the BIOS Physical Profile test. She has passed almost all of it except for the 30 seconds of practice breathing. The first time we had it done, the doctor wasn't as worried as we were barely 34 weeks, but now that we are further along she should be passing this test. I have to go for this test at least once a week if not more. I am still having nonstress tests two times a week to check on her movement. Miss Gabbie is still not moving as much as she should which is concerning. As I am writing this, I am trying to see if I feel her move for her little kick test this morning. I have a feeling that she is asleep. She is definitely hard headed. When we go for these nonstress tests, if she doesn't pass them, then we will be sent down for an ultrasound immediately which will get us admitted to the hospital yet again and plans will change. I have another ultrasound tomorrow to measure Gabbie. The doctor is concerned about her size right now as she doesn't think she is going to be able to just come and we are really looking at a c-section. The doctor says my pelvis is the size of a child's which is just going to complicate matters. I guess we will see what this ultrasound shows tomorrow for a final plan. The plan right now is that I am going to deliver at 39 weeks either by induction or c-section. We are going to do it on a day that my doctor is on call as I really want her to deliver her as she deserves too with all of the love and support she has given us. On top of all of these weekly tests, I still have my weekly appointment with Dr. Leverett to check on things. She told me she isn't even going to check for dilation and effacement as I have been having contractions since November. I have to say I was more than thrilled to hear this as I HATE being checked. :)<br />
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Alright so ending this post with life is amazing, God is amazing, and we are so thankful for all of the love and support that we have received on our very long journey! We couldn't have done this without you!!! Hopeful in Missourihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533234479312261953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960233704937344509.post-88257834643751327312012-01-23T17:53:00.000-08:002012-01-23T18:47:49.519-08:00Another Scare And In The Hospital Again! 35 Weeks!Gabbie wasn't moving much over the weekend and I actually followed my gut instinct and called the dr. They said I needed to come immediately for a non-stress test. I was nervous as I thought things were fine as I would check her heartbeat at home with the doppler, but I guess her not moving can mean other things. Once there she didn't move much as I was hooked up to the monitors and caused my dr to worry. They watched for movement for about 2 hours or longer. I was then taken for an ultrasound for a BIOS test. There were different criteria that she had to pass to pass the test and she had only 30 minutes to complete the test. One was three basic body movements including arching of the spine, reflex movements, measure amniotic fluid, and then 30 secs of practice breathing. We failed the movement and breathing which scored us a 6 out of 10. I was then admitted to the hospital to watch her overnight and redo the test today. In the mean time, I had lots of contractions last night to the point they gave me meds to stop them. I noticed being hooked up to all of the monitors watching her heartbeat, contractions, and movement that when I would have a harder contraction, that her heartbeat would drop. I didn't sleep at all with everything and staring at the monitors. Then on top of that my alarm went off as I moved wrong which showed her heartbeat dropping. Good times. This morning we passed the movement part of the test, but not the breathing again. I was just sick laying there watching the ultrasound screen and not seeing her diaphragm move. After we got done I just started crying as the day before my doctor said that if she didn't pass the test we would be having a baby that day and a perineatologist would be called in to assist. I also knew that meant an amniocentesis which I know is deadly in some cases. :( To our dismay when we got back up to my hospital room, the dr let me come home, but being seen daily just about for appointments more or less. I have non stress tests every other day at the hospital to watch her movement as they are still worried. If she doesn't move the way that they like, then we have the BIOS test again. They were going to call in a perin and just deliver her today, but we are going to hope that she will stay put and get a bit bigger. THANK GOD! She is about 5 1/2 lbs though. They are having me go off the contraction meds as they think Gabbie is telling us that she needs to come with all of these contractions. If I have 8 or more contractions in an hour, we are to go in immediately. I am completely and totally overwhelmed with information and not sure what to do. They are worried about her lungs too still, but no reason to do the amnio as they can't do anything really until she comes. The nurse did take us down to the NICU and showed us that area just in case. I was very impressed with what I saw and it was just opened up so everything was gorgeous, private rooms, brand new equipment, and more. We are hoping we won't need any of that, but it is nice to know that it is there in case we do. So we just sit and wait, count kick counts, count contractions, etc. Yes, I am stressed if you can't tell.... I would love for life to be easy. LOL... So, where does this leave us, who knows? Right now we are just asking for lots of prayers for our little miracle. I am going to end this with my favorite part of the ultrasound which was of course seeing our princess again. She has lots of hair already which explains my indigestion. I love her so much and I am so ready to meet her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
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I can't believe that we are really here. Our little Gabbie could make her appearance at any time. Granted the Dr is still keeping me on meds to stop contractions until 36 weeks as that is our new goal now. Plus on top of that I am being watched for preeclampsia too. At my appt last week, my normally extremely low blood pressure was high with 132/92 and I was experiencing headaches. It is just one more thing to worry about and put me on edge. The Dr also said that my cervix is changing, dilating, and shrinking which puts us even closer. I am not going to be going back to work until after Gabbie comes. I hate that I am going to miss more school, but I need to do what is right for Gabbie and myself. We have so much invested in this experience and this little girl. <br />
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Yesterday was my baby shower and it was beyond perfect. My mom and sister in law put together a fish shower with my closest friends and family. It was amazing. I am still in shock. Gabbie got so many things yesterday to say the least. The whole day was emotional and surreal. I am putting in a few of my favorite pictures from yesterday. So blessed...<br />
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I remember last Christmas like it was yesterday as we had a new sense of hope because our friend Stef Baldwin shared with us about a new doctor in St. Louis that was a top notch doctor and a cheaper doctor for IVF. We knew on last years Christmas that we were going to meet with that doctor and quite possibly give ourselves one more chance at infertility treatment. This hope made last years holiday a little bit easier for the both of us and gave us life again. I can't begin to say how thankful I am to Stef for telling me about Dr. Ahlering. Stef is truly one of the angels that God put in my life for a reason. I am forever indebted to her as she is the one that is making our dreams come true. I know I have told her this over and over, but I would do anything for her and her triplets.<br />
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Now the present day and we are either days, weeks, or months away from meeting our little miracle. This road has definitely not been easy even with the actual pregnancy, but all of this is making me stronger. I have prepared myself that she could be here today, tomorrow, or in a few weeks as nothing that happens to me is normal. :) I know that some people are like think positive, but they haven't been in my shoes and have no idea what we have endured and continue to endure. Right now I am on bedrest from school as I am already dilated and effaced. On top of that having lots of contractions and on meds to stop the contractions. Everyday any more has me wondering, but I know that God is watching over us and our little Gabbie. I am so ready to meet her, but hoping and praying that she stays put a while longer. I will be 31 weeks in a few more days and welcome each day of this pregnancy with a smile on my face as my doctor said we aren't counting each week as a milestone now, but each day. Who knows what will happen these next few weeks, but so blessed and excited about our miracle baby that will be entering the world.<br />
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I know that with this holiday I have a smile on my face, a bounce in my step, and as my friends say I am glowing, but deep down I ache and hurt for my friends that are still suffering from infertility. Infertility is horrible and I wouldn't wish it on anyone as it is the most painful journey I have been on and unless you have walked in these shoes, don't tell me you understand. To those friends, I am praying for you and hope that soon you will be blessed with a miracle of your own may it be through fertility treatment, naturally, or adoption. Tomorrow morning as I wake up on Christmas morning, I will be more than thankful for what I have and hope that you get to experience this amazing feeling that we have right now. To everyone else, cherish these holidays as you don't know how truly fortunate you are to have blessings in your life. I am ending this post with a picture of myself by my sister in laws Christmas tree with my bump. With my bedrest our house isn't full of holiday spirit as we don't even have a tree up or presents, but that doesn't matter as our present is still to come. Merry Christmas everyone!<br />
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I went for my every 2 week appt yesterday and after she got done measuring my belly, she asked me how I was feeling. I mentioned to her the pain I had been having in my pelvis and how that morning, I couldn't even get out of bed hardly. She said she thought it was the ligament pain, but wanted to check me any way. I couldn't have been more happy that I told her as when she did check me my cervix was soft and a fingertip worth of an opening. We were sent to the hospital after that. Talk about nervous as we hadn't even been there before and had to go to labor and delivery. Got hooked up to monitors to hear Gabbie's heartbeat and check contractions. I had been having them like I thought, but then they started coming harder and faster. I was given a shot of the Terbutaline (sp) to stop contractions so I could have an ultrasound. Let me just say this drug isn't fun as the room starting spinning and I had the shakes. Any how, we did get to see Gabs and she has grown for sure. Then saw my cervix was still measuring at a 4 which was a huge relief. It had been at a 6 at 20 weeks, but they said they will monitor. If it would have been at a 2, I would be on hospital bedrest. As I was in there contractions kept coming to the point they were minutes a part. Got back up to the room and hooked back up to monitors. Given 2 more injections and was told I wasn't leaving for the night. I was so scared as I thought she was coming the way the contractions kept coming. Once I got that third injection, things slowed down and I was given the same med orally. I wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything just in case something changed, but was given pain meds and hooked up to an IV. I just laid there with tears in my eyes. My mom came up so Chris could go home to get clothes and things as they thought things were slowing down. I finally got to eat at about 10 last night when Chris brought me a chicken sandwich as they were done serving food from the kitchen. The night was a long one as my IV kept beeping at me and my monitors on my belly came sliding. I was finally allowed to sleep at around 1am and was given something to help me sleep. Chris stayed the night with me and slept on the fold out sofa. I was so glad to have him there. Contractions are next to nothing now and I am back home on the sofa for the weekend. My Dr said that she is going to give me a 2nd chance and let me work still, but I have to listen to my body and stay home when I need to and get off of my feet at work. I might even do 1/2 days. We will see. I am just glad to be home. I am so beat today from it all that is for sure. I do know what to watch for and the pain everyone told me that I was having isn't normal for me. I really don't know what to about work at all. I know last night I was so worried that if she did come I have NOTHING ready for her. Talk about putting me in full overdrive. I am just trying to stay calm. The big thing I am doing is packing my overnight bag as Chris came home to get stuff and boy did he do a horrible job. I know he was upset and nervous, but got me clothes that didn't match or fit, not toothbrush or toothpaste, no deodorant, and I am sure you are getting the point. He did manage to pack up his X-BOX and a 12 pack of Sprite for him Good times... So that is the latest on my Bumpy Road to Motherhood. Just hoping and praying that she stays put at least until middle of January. I think my phone said like 60 days until she is full term. Just pray for us if you don't mind. Hopeful in Missourihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533234479312261953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960233704937344509.post-85897578663170573532011-11-24T17:05:00.000-08:002011-11-24T17:13:14.410-08:00So ThankfulToday I am filled with such emotion as I think back to last year at this time when Chris and I were trying to figure out what we should do to become parents. Should we just settle with being aunts and uncles the rest of our lives or pursue our dreams of becoming parents. Just that week we were presented with information from the mother of the triplets in my classroom about an opportunity for us to do IVF in St. Louis with another doctor and we were honestly considering and wondering if this is what God wanted us to do. After much consideration and meeting with the doctor over the phone just a few weeks after that, we decided that God led us on this path and we had to try it. Now a year later we are sitting with a different outlook on life as I am almost 27 weeks pregnant with our little miracle and entering my third trimester on Monday. It hasn't been an easy year with all of the drama we have had with the drugs, the process, and even losing one of our little miracles. I truly believe that everything happens for a reason in life and all of this happened for a reason. There are a variety of other women that did IVF at the same time as us that ended up with twins and they are all on bedrest either at home or in the hospital. I really and truly believe that losing one of the twins as hard as it was, was probably the best thing in the world as I honestly don't think I could have carried both of them to term. Today as I sit back and think about all of this, I feel so blessed and thankful to say the least. Not only am I thankful for our little miracle, but I know that we would have never got through any of this without the love and support of our friends and family. I often wonder why God allowed our IVF to be successful when I have so many friends that didn't have success. I feel horrible for them, but keep telling myself that God has a plan for them too. It took us a long time for our chance at parenthood and when I think back about it, I am blown away at everything I have gone through. Who would have thought I could have done that! Who would have thought WE could have done that! We are one couple that have had more highs then lows in our 8 1/2 years of marriage, but I know that we wouldn't be the people that we are now without those trials and tribulations. Today I am just thankful for everything and everyone. We are so ready to see our miracle in a few months and hold her. It will be such an emotional moment as then it will finally hit me that I really was pregnant. Today as I was sitting on the couch with my family, Gabbie was kicking me so hard that I could actually see my stomach move. What a beautiful sight and feeling. Like I said feeling blessed to say the least. Thank you to each and everyone of you that have supported us on this journey. Happy Thanksgiving~<br />
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Right now life just feels like a fog. I was really starting to feel good finally and even was able to sleep. Then on top of that I finally felt movement. :) It was the greatest feeling in the world and a moment I won't ever forget. Chris and I had gone to bed on that Sunday night right before I was 22 weeks and we were talking in bed. As we were talking and laughing I felt this weird pain right below my belly button. I stopped and immediately was like what is that. Then it happened again. I told Chris I think your daughter just kicked me. He put his hand on my belly and she did it again to the point he even felt it. We both were in shock and honestly I am not sure who was more in shock. Of course my waterworks turned on as I was more than happy and in shock. I called my mom and told her the news. What an amazing, weird, and creepy feeling all at the same time. I just laid there that night feeling her move and kick me. I didn't feel her after that for a few days which really bothered me. I have found that I only feel her when I am laying down or sititng in a slumped position. I love feeling her move and kick me. Things are definitely becoming more real. I know that it really started to hit me as I actually started my long term lesson plans for a substitute this winter. So excited! <br />
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I am growing too, but everyone says I am small for where I should be. Besides that fact I have still yet to gain a lb, but the dr says that is fine as my belly is growing and is measuring ahead of schedule. I am still carrying Gabbie extremely low. I know that the doctor has mentioned a few concerns about this and my placenta. Then on top of this I have been having some weird pain that we can't seem to figure out. We did decide last week that it might be my bowels and my IBS issues. She said if that is the case it will be hard later on to tell the difference between that and contractions. At least I know what they will kind of feel like hearing that. Then my doctor brought up the glucose test and how with diabetes in my family, I really need to be careful that day so we don't get a false positive. I go for that test on the 17th. I am not too excited, but ready to know.<br />
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I am having some pain this week and not sure what is going on. It is actually a bit scary as I even had some minor bleeding. I constantly have the pain in my hipbones and pelvis, but this pain is like a sharp pain across my abdomen. It has been brought up that I am feeling contractions, but who knows. I know at my 20 week ultrasound weeks ago that we could see my body was having contractions, but I just couldn't feel them. I am just hoping that Miss Gabbie stays put for a lot longer as it isn't time for us to meet her yet. I am just trying to take things easy and stay off of my feet the best I can which isn't easy being a kindergarten teacher that is for sure. Any how, we are trying not to think about an early delivery, but it is hard not too. I can't wait to have Gabbie, but not yet. I just have to stay calm and relaxed. Thank God I can feel her move now and have the Doppler to listen to her. :)<br />
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I promise next week another update. Thanks for the continued love and support. We need prayers as always to keep little one growing and for her to stay put. Hopeful in Missourihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533234479312261953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960233704937344509.post-29080073601384206172011-10-17T16:57:00.000-07:002011-10-17T16:57:51.374-07:00When Can I Breathe...Alright all of you that have been in my shoes and gotten pregnant after years of fertility treatment, when do you finally relax and think things are fine with your pregnancy? Today puts us at 21 weeks and for some reason I am more nervous now then I was a few weeks ago. I don't understand why I am becoming more crazy about my pregnancy and little Gabbie. I wonder if it is how my dr makes me so nervous or what? I am so glad she sees me every two weeks as I need all of the peace of mind I can get. I am sure it doesn't help that I am not feeling movement either. I know the chance of miscarriage is very rare right now but still nervous as I want this so bad. Any how just needed to vent... Thanks for always listening and putting this nervous nelly at ease.Hopeful in Missourihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533234479312261953noreply@blogger.com2