Looking back on all of this, I can't believe that I survived it. I've been told that I am "tough" several times but I'm just a mommy. I never claim to be the best mommy but I try my best to be a great one. Everything we have gone through was definitely a test of our strength and faith. It has taught us to live each day to the fullest and be thankful for it. I haven't felt any worse pain than having a baby in NICU and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.
There are so many people that I want to thank. First of all, God. He has blessed our family with a tough little girl who amazes us every day and a son who is the smartest, sweetest kid I know. Without him we wouldn't be where we are today and I thank him every day for all of my blessings. All of my family and friends. Gage, you helped mommy more than you know. When I was so down you lifted my spirits and made me smile even when I didn't want to. And I love you so much. Mom, you helped so much. Especially by spending the evenings with Gabby so that I could come home to Gage. Grandma and Grandpa, son mis angeles. Gracias por todo. Siempre me ayundan cuando lo necesito y los quiero mucho. Erica, thanks for always checking on Gabby and of course as always being there for me. Even though you didn't know exactly what I was going through you still managed to give me advice and keep my hopes up. You are the best. Hope, thanks for always being around to talk on my way up to or back from the hospital. You have become such a wonderful friend to me in only a short time, and I know that you were always praying for us. To all the nurses and doctors, especially my nurse Carole and Gabby's nurse Glenda. Carole was such a big help and tried her hardest to do everything she could to make us feel better. Glenda was definitely an angel that God sent our way. She fought so hard for Gabby to go home. She even came to check on her when she wasn't her nurse. She cared so much and I am truly grateful for her. Dr Sutter the NICU doctor was great. She really cared about each and every one of the babies. My doctor, Dr Burley, she is wonderful. She was so concerned with how Gabby was doing and checked on us frequently. And last but definitely not least, I want to thank my husband. Jimbo, you were the glue that held me together. You talked sense into me when I was acting crazy, you held me when I was falling apart and you loved me no matter how hard I was to love. I would not have made it through all of this without you. You are my strength. I love you more than you know; I am still completely head over heels in love with you. No one could ever love me or take care of me like you do. I also want to say thanks to everyone who sent thoughts and prayers; you don't know how much they meant to us.
Gabby has been doing so well since all of this. We've had a few appointments with a neurologist. We are weaning her off her meds now and if all goes well we won't have to go back. She still has her apnea monitor but hopefully once we get her off one med we can work on getting her off the other medicine and the monitor. She is doing so well and at only 3 months can already roll from tummy to back! I will keep everyone updated on all of Gabby and Gage's achievements and progress. I also wanted to encourage anyone who is looking to donate to a charity to consider March of Dimes. March of Dimes helps out so many families whose babies are in NICU. And hopefully one day all babies will be born healthy. <3
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Gabby's Story Part IV: The NICU and Going Home
Since I was physically ok I had to be released from the hospital. I felt so empty having to leave that hospital without my baby. This was NOT the way it was supposed to go. I was supposed to be that new mom I saw being wheeled down to her car with the baby in her arms. The drive back to Levelland that night was the absolute longest one ever. I tried to be as strong and I could and managed not to cry at all on the way home. But as soon as I walked into the house and passed that room... the one we had worked so hard to make perfect for our princess, I completely lost it. It hit me so hard I felt as though I had just been run over by a truck. I knew I couldn't stay there. There was absolutely no way I would make it staying there. So as I usually do when I need help, I called grandma & grandpa. We packed up clothes and went to stay over at their house, and I had decided in my mind that the next time I went home I would have Gabby with me.
The next month or so was a blur. All the days seem to run together and I have a hard time remembering the timeline for all the events. I would make daily trips up to NICU and spend all day with Gabby while Gage was at school. I would leave the NICU around 6 when it would "close" for shift change and spend the evenings with Gage. The NICU was a gloomy place. And even during a bright sunny day the NICU made it feel like a cloudy stormy one. Sitting by Gabby's side, usually alone because Jimbo had to return to work, made my days so long. Going to the third floor, pressing that button and giving whoever was on the other end Gabby's number, scrubbing in and putting on a yellow gown became my daily routine. I made friends with some of the other moms and it was very comforting to have people to talk to who were going through some of the same things. Having a baby in NICU makes some of the things that moms tend to dislike, enjoyable and something to look forward to. I looked forward everyday to changing diapers. Yes even the dirty ones. It was the highlight of my day, every day for one month. I loved every third day cause those were bath days. And of course I held her for as long as my arm would allow me to each and every day.
I had some religious experiences in the NICU. They helped me get through that long month and made me realize so much about life. Deacon Cavazos baptized Gabby on the third day she was in NICU. He stayed and prayed with us for a bit after and it gave me so much hope. I thank Deacon for all the thoughts and prayers he still sends our way every day. Almost every day, either on the way to Lubbock or the way back, I would hear Lee Ann Womack’s "There is a God." It seemed like it would come on when I needed to hear it the most and it usually brought me to tears. (If you haven't heard that song, you should really give it a listen it is so heartwarming) But the one day that really sticks out to me was the day that God sent me Pastor Robert. Now we're Catholic and obviously Pastor Robert is not our pastor. Actually, I didn't even know him until that day. Jimbo had mentioned to me that some of the people at work attended Church on the Rock and had asked if Pastor Robert could go see Gabby and offer prayer. Well all prayers are welcome so I agreed. Well this day was especially rough for me. I had no faith or hope left and I was mad at the world. I could not understand why God would do this to me. What had I done that I was being punished like this? After all, I had done everything right. I was a good person and there were tons of people out there that had done so many bad things and yet had healthy babies. And even though I'm sorry for it now, I was so angry with God. That day I was sitting in NICU and in walks Pastor Robert. He introduces himself and asks about Gabby's story. After I fill him in, he starts talking to me. And it was like he knew exactly what I was thinking. He told me that God didn't want my baby sick; he wanted her healthy. And that if we all prayed we could beat the devil, because if we believed in what we ask for God would give it to us. At that very moment, I knew God had sent him to me. He sent him to reassure me that everything was going to be ok and that I was not being punished. My faith went from zero to a million. I knew God was watching over Gabby. From then on I spent most my time in NICU praying and talking to God. And even during the worst month of my life I found things to thank him for.
The doctors were giving Gabby three medicines two were anti-seizure medicines and the other was to prevent apnea. The medicine made her so drowsy, so for two weeks, we didn't see Gabby's big brown eyes. She slept day and night. She didn't even wake to eat or while we changed her. Within the first week, they determined the cause of her seizures. Somehow, they still don't quite know how, she had fluid "floating" around between her brain and skull. The fluid was irritating her brain which caused her to have seizures. The doctors were very hopeful that this fluid would resolve on its own by reabsorbing back into the brain and eventually into the rest of her body, but only time and ultrasounds would tell. They were also able to take her off one of the anti-seizure medicines, and said that doing this would help her to be awake more. I went to that NICU everyday for two weeks hoping that I would get to see her eyes that day but no luck.
After the two weeks, Gabby started to wake up more. And ultrasounds showed the fluid was beginning to reabsorb. No seizures since the initial ones. We were starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Right around this time, the ban on having siblings visit NICU was lifted and Gage got to see Gabby for the first time in two weeks. Explaining to a seven year old why his sister had tubes up her nose (the feeding tube) and cords coming out her onesie and plugged into a monitor (heart rate and apnea monitor) was hard but Gage is very smart for his age and did very well with it all. He made her pictures and took her some toys. He loved her and as small as she was you could tell she loved him. She would stare at him in admiration.
The last two weeks Gabby was in NICU was basically spent trying to get her to eat more. She would eat some through the bottle but only about half of what they wanted her to eat. Mostly because she was still somewhat drowsy. This was a very maddening situation because they wanted her to eat every four hours, and the amount was different depending on which nurse was working. I talked to several nurses about letting her eat a smaller amount every three hours instead. But with the schedule they worked it seemed like we had a different nurse each day so the nurse from the day before didn't get to ask the doctor when she came around early the next morning. The doctor wasn't around all the time so I couldn't ask her directly. I was beyond frustrated to the point that I wanted to just take her out of there with or without the doctor's consent. Until the Saturday we walked into NICU and saw on Gabby's board that Glenda was her nurse. We had had Glenda as a nurse when Gabby was first in NICU and she was so sweet. Jimbo and I talked to Glenda a lot about what had been going on with Gabby the past week or so and she agreed that changing her feedings could help. I had gained some more hope until she said the doctor was on vacation until Monday. In my mind I thought "dang! We'll have another nurse by then and I'll have to convince that one that this is a good idea!" On Sunday, Glenda and I talked again about Gabby's feedings and she said she would be Gabby's nurse again on Monday and would ask the doctor first thing in the morning! We were so happy. Monday came around and when I got there, she said Dr Sutter had approved the feeding changes. She did “ok” the first day. But the next day was wonderful. I walked into the NICU (Glenda was our nurse again) and she told me Gabby had been having a great day!! She had eaten all her bottle during the two morning feedings and that she had been awake and “going” all morning. I hadn't been as happy as I was that day in so long. And just a few days later we were talking about going home!!! I know I had made a promise that I wouldn't go home until I had Gabby but hearing the news of going home had me so excited! We spent that whole day cleaning up the house and getting ready for Gabby to FINALLY be home.
June 10, 2010. The day Gabby turned one month old was also the day she was going to be discharged from NICU. She was going home wearing an apnea monitor but I didn't care, I was so happy. Grinning from ear to ear. I took her pink brown and white dress for her to wear home. When we got Gabby into the car and were on our way home, all those emotions came out in tears. They were tears from all the pain and frustration I had suffered. And at the same time they were tears of joy. My baby girl was going home; my little family would all be together. The billion pieces of my heart had all been glued back together, and I had no one else to thank but God.
The next month or so was a blur. All the days seem to run together and I have a hard time remembering the timeline for all the events. I would make daily trips up to NICU and spend all day with Gabby while Gage was at school. I would leave the NICU around 6 when it would "close" for shift change and spend the evenings with Gage. The NICU was a gloomy place. And even during a bright sunny day the NICU made it feel like a cloudy stormy one. Sitting by Gabby's side, usually alone because Jimbo had to return to work, made my days so long. Going to the third floor, pressing that button and giving whoever was on the other end Gabby's number, scrubbing in and putting on a yellow gown became my daily routine. I made friends with some of the other moms and it was very comforting to have people to talk to who were going through some of the same things. Having a baby in NICU makes some of the things that moms tend to dislike, enjoyable and something to look forward to. I looked forward everyday to changing diapers. Yes even the dirty ones. It was the highlight of my day, every day for one month. I loved every third day cause those were bath days. And of course I held her for as long as my arm would allow me to each and every day.
I had some religious experiences in the NICU. They helped me get through that long month and made me realize so much about life. Deacon Cavazos baptized Gabby on the third day she was in NICU. He stayed and prayed with us for a bit after and it gave me so much hope. I thank Deacon for all the thoughts and prayers he still sends our way every day. Almost every day, either on the way to Lubbock or the way back, I would hear Lee Ann Womack’s "There is a God." It seemed like it would come on when I needed to hear it the most and it usually brought me to tears. (If you haven't heard that song, you should really give it a listen it is so heartwarming) But the one day that really sticks out to me was the day that God sent me Pastor Robert. Now we're Catholic and obviously Pastor Robert is not our pastor. Actually, I didn't even know him until that day. Jimbo had mentioned to me that some of the people at work attended Church on the Rock and had asked if Pastor Robert could go see Gabby and offer prayer. Well all prayers are welcome so I agreed. Well this day was especially rough for me. I had no faith or hope left and I was mad at the world. I could not understand why God would do this to me. What had I done that I was being punished like this? After all, I had done everything right. I was a good person and there were tons of people out there that had done so many bad things and yet had healthy babies. And even though I'm sorry for it now, I was so angry with God. That day I was sitting in NICU and in walks Pastor Robert. He introduces himself and asks about Gabby's story. After I fill him in, he starts talking to me. And it was like he knew exactly what I was thinking. He told me that God didn't want my baby sick; he wanted her healthy. And that if we all prayed we could beat the devil, because if we believed in what we ask for God would give it to us. At that very moment, I knew God had sent him to me. He sent him to reassure me that everything was going to be ok and that I was not being punished. My faith went from zero to a million. I knew God was watching over Gabby. From then on I spent most my time in NICU praying and talking to God. And even during the worst month of my life I found things to thank him for.
The doctors were giving Gabby three medicines two were anti-seizure medicines and the other was to prevent apnea. The medicine made her so drowsy, so for two weeks, we didn't see Gabby's big brown eyes. She slept day and night. She didn't even wake to eat or while we changed her. Within the first week, they determined the cause of her seizures. Somehow, they still don't quite know how, she had fluid "floating" around between her brain and skull. The fluid was irritating her brain which caused her to have seizures. The doctors were very hopeful that this fluid would resolve on its own by reabsorbing back into the brain and eventually into the rest of her body, but only time and ultrasounds would tell. They were also able to take her off one of the anti-seizure medicines, and said that doing this would help her to be awake more. I went to that NICU everyday for two weeks hoping that I would get to see her eyes that day but no luck.
After the two weeks, Gabby started to wake up more. And ultrasounds showed the fluid was beginning to reabsorb. No seizures since the initial ones. We were starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Right around this time, the ban on having siblings visit NICU was lifted and Gage got to see Gabby for the first time in two weeks. Explaining to a seven year old why his sister had tubes up her nose (the feeding tube) and cords coming out her onesie and plugged into a monitor (heart rate and apnea monitor) was hard but Gage is very smart for his age and did very well with it all. He made her pictures and took her some toys. He loved her and as small as she was you could tell she loved him. She would stare at him in admiration.
The last two weeks Gabby was in NICU was basically spent trying to get her to eat more. She would eat some through the bottle but only about half of what they wanted her to eat. Mostly because she was still somewhat drowsy. This was a very maddening situation because they wanted her to eat every four hours, and the amount was different depending on which nurse was working. I talked to several nurses about letting her eat a smaller amount every three hours instead. But with the schedule they worked it seemed like we had a different nurse each day so the nurse from the day before didn't get to ask the doctor when she came around early the next morning. The doctor wasn't around all the time so I couldn't ask her directly. I was beyond frustrated to the point that I wanted to just take her out of there with or without the doctor's consent. Until the Saturday we walked into NICU and saw on Gabby's board that Glenda was her nurse. We had had Glenda as a nurse when Gabby was first in NICU and she was so sweet. Jimbo and I talked to Glenda a lot about what had been going on with Gabby the past week or so and she agreed that changing her feedings could help. I had gained some more hope until she said the doctor was on vacation until Monday. In my mind I thought "dang! We'll have another nurse by then and I'll have to convince that one that this is a good idea!" On Sunday, Glenda and I talked again about Gabby's feedings and she said she would be Gabby's nurse again on Monday and would ask the doctor first thing in the morning! We were so happy. Monday came around and when I got there, she said Dr Sutter had approved the feeding changes. She did “ok” the first day. But the next day was wonderful. I walked into the NICU (Glenda was our nurse again) and she told me Gabby had been having a great day!! She had eaten all her bottle during the two morning feedings and that she had been awake and “going” all morning. I hadn't been as happy as I was that day in so long. And just a few days later we were talking about going home!!! I know I had made a promise that I wouldn't go home until I had Gabby but hearing the news of going home had me so excited! We spent that whole day cleaning up the house and getting ready for Gabby to FINALLY be home.
June 10, 2010. The day Gabby turned one month old was also the day she was going to be discharged from NICU. She was going home wearing an apnea monitor but I didn't care, I was so happy. Grinning from ear to ear. I took her pink brown and white dress for her to wear home. When we got Gabby into the car and were on our way home, all those emotions came out in tears. They were tears from all the pain and frustration I had suffered. And at the same time they were tears of joy. My baby girl was going home; my little family would all be together. The billion pieces of my heart had all been glued back together, and I had no one else to thank but God.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Gabby's Story Part III: The Nightmare
Tuesday May 11, 2010 is a day that will haunt me for the rest of my life. Jimbo and I decided to let Gabby sleep in the nursery that night in hopes of getting a few hours of sleep before we were home alone with a new baby. I walked Gabby down to the nursery at around 10 p.m. and went back to the room. Jimbo wanted me to walk so we decided to take a stroll down the hall around eleven. About half way back to the room we were met by my wonderful nurse Carole and the nursery nurse. Then those words came out of Carole's mouth, those words that I will never forget, "the nursery nurse believes that Gabriella had a seizure, and they are moving her down to the NICU." About a million things ran through my head after hearing that. I thought maybe I was dreaming but I wasn't. I thought maybe it was someone else's baby, but it wasn't. My knees got weak and I felt as though my heart had just shattered into a million and one pieces. Tears ran down my face just like a waterfall. It took all of my strength and Jimbo's strength to get me back to my room so that we could wait for the NICU doctor to come up and talk to us. Those 10 minutes waiting seemed like 10 years but Dr. Sutter finally came up to talk to us. She said she wasn't sure what had happened and that Gabby had been moved down to the NICU and they would be watching her very closely.
We were able to go down to NICU to see our baby that night. I hated going to that floor and walking into that place; it was full of tiny little babies. Some fighting for their lives and others fighting so desperately just to go home. We walked over to #34 where they had Gabby and I totally lost it. Seeing her there made those million and one pieces of my heart each break into a million more. I felt so helpless. I just wanted to pick her up and hug her and make it better. I wanted to wake up from this nightmare.
We stayed a few hours and went back to the room at around 2a.m. and were met there by Carole. She was an amazing nurse. She was really supportive and caring and helped us so much during the whole ordeal. She tried to comfort me but I was inconsolable. I blamed myself, I didn't know exactly what I had done but I just knew it was my fault. What had I done? What went wrong? What was going to happen? Why was this happening to MY baby? Why?
We were able to go down to NICU to see our baby that night. I hated going to that floor and walking into that place; it was full of tiny little babies. Some fighting for their lives and others fighting so desperately just to go home. We walked over to #34 where they had Gabby and I totally lost it. Seeing her there made those million and one pieces of my heart each break into a million more. I felt so helpless. I just wanted to pick her up and hug her and make it better. I wanted to wake up from this nightmare.
We stayed a few hours and went back to the room at around 2a.m. and were met there by Carole. She was an amazing nurse. She was really supportive and caring and helped us so much during the whole ordeal. She tried to comfort me but I was inconsolable. I blamed myself, I didn't know exactly what I had done but I just knew it was my fault. What had I done? What went wrong? What was going to happen? Why was this happening to MY baby? Why?
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Gabby's Story Part II
The crib was up, the nursery was decorated, the bags were packed and the car seat was in...Sunday May 9, 2010 had finally come up. I was getting ready to head to the hospital for the night so I could begin the induction process and finally get to see my baby girl the next day. The ride from Levelland to Lubbock is usually a quick one but this time was different. The car seemed like it wasn’t moving and I wanted the ride to last forever but I was so anxious to meet our baby that I wanted it to be over with at the same time. As we pulled up to the hospital and got out of the car, I remember stopping in the middle of the parking lot and just staring. I don't know if it was my nervousness or if I was scared but I took a few deep breaths and walked right on in...
10 p.m. I was settled in and my parents had gone on home. I tried so desperately to sleep but even with a sleeping pill didn't manage to fall asleep until about 4 a.m. Can anyone really sleep with something as exciting as a baby coming the next day?
Monday May 10, 2010 7 a.m. Doctor comes in to check on me and starts the Pitocin. Soon enough our baby girl would be here. The labor wasn't bad, after the epidural I managed to sleep a little. Until 2:45 came around. Baby wasn't liking any of the positions I was in but the nurse finally got her to turn a bit and our baby was ready to come and meet us.
At 3:37 p.m. our baby Gabriella Grace made her grand entrance into the world. She was 6lbs 7oz and 19.5 inches long. She was absolutely perfect. All clean and wrapped up, she was ready to meet her crazy family. I will never forget the look on Gage's face when he first saw his little sister... it was a look of total amazement. From the very moment he saw her he was in love. And at that same moment I was thinking of how great of a big brother he would be and how truly blessed I was to have my kids!
The rest of that day and the next were so crazy. I was so exhausted, and I missed Gage while he was at school and I missed home. I was soooo ready to just be home with my family, but as I would soon find out having our family at home all together would not come so easy. It would be something we were going to have to fight for and the toughest soldier of our army would also be the smallest…
10 p.m. I was settled in and my parents had gone on home. I tried so desperately to sleep but even with a sleeping pill didn't manage to fall asleep until about 4 a.m. Can anyone really sleep with something as exciting as a baby coming the next day?
Monday May 10, 2010 7 a.m. Doctor comes in to check on me and starts the Pitocin. Soon enough our baby girl would be here. The labor wasn't bad, after the epidural I managed to sleep a little. Until 2:45 came around. Baby wasn't liking any of the positions I was in but the nurse finally got her to turn a bit and our baby was ready to come and meet us.
At 3:37 p.m. our baby Gabriella Grace made her grand entrance into the world. She was 6lbs 7oz and 19.5 inches long. She was absolutely perfect. All clean and wrapped up, she was ready to meet her crazy family. I will never forget the look on Gage's face when he first saw his little sister... it was a look of total amazement. From the very moment he saw her he was in love. And at that same moment I was thinking of how great of a big brother he would be and how truly blessed I was to have my kids!
The rest of that day and the next were so crazy. I was so exhausted, and I missed Gage while he was at school and I missed home. I was soooo ready to just be home with my family, but as I would soon find out having our family at home all together would not come so easy. It would be something we were going to have to fight for and the toughest soldier of our army would also be the smallest…
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Gabby's Story Part I
I've had lots of friends ask about my daughter Gabby and her story and until now I've been very vague about what went on. I want to share her story here to let my friends know what happened as well as to get lots of built up emotion out...
Gabby’s story starts back on September 4, 2009. I woke up especially early to help Jimbo get all packed up and ready to head to his cousin's wedding in Santa Fe. I was also anxious to take that test... the one that could change my life forever. Those 3 minutes were sooo long, they seemed to take days (the feeling of time standing still would be one I would become very familiar with over the next months) but once they were up I looked down and saw that plus sign and it literally took my breath away. I was happy, scared, nervous, anxious everything all at once. I was going to have another baby... 7 years after having my first. WOW! I cannot keep a secret; not even good ones, from my husband so I immediately shared the news with him. And I'm sure he was in shock for a few minutes but once it passed I could tell he was absolutely ecstatic. After Jimbo's return from his weekend trip, we shared our news with Gage, he would be a big brother! He was beyond excited! We spent the next few weeks sharing our news with other family and friends.
I've had the same OB/GYN since Gage was born and it was just natural for us to continue to see her. She is a wonderful doctor and we both loved her very much. Throughout my pregnancy, everything was great. No morning sickness, no nausea, no funny cravings. I felt amazing and I love the feeling of being pregnant and feeling the baby kick and move.
Around the time I was 4 ½ months pregnant, the day had come to find out if we were having another boy or a girl! Up until I was pregnant I always said I wanted only boys but as the day to find out got closer and closer I changed my mind.. I didn't care I just wanted the baby to be ok, to be healthy. Sitting in the waiting room at the ultrasound office seemed to take forever; the actual time was probably 10 minutes! When I was finally called back and the ultrasound was started, we got to see our beautiful baby GIRL! She was doing great. This was the 1st of about 4 ultrasounds that we had. During our 3rd ultrasound, the doctor thought that our baby girl may be a little small but after the 4th & final ultrasound she seemed to be right back on track.
The last 4 ½ months of my pregnancy flew by, the only time during this whole ordeal that didn’t seem to linger. Before I knew it, the doctor was talking about induction day. Our baby girl would be making her entrance into this crazy world on May 10, 2010 (just 2 days before big brother Gage would turn 7)…..
Gabby’s story starts back on September 4, 2009. I woke up especially early to help Jimbo get all packed up and ready to head to his cousin's wedding in Santa Fe. I was also anxious to take that test... the one that could change my life forever. Those 3 minutes were sooo long, they seemed to take days (the feeling of time standing still would be one I would become very familiar with over the next months) but once they were up I looked down and saw that plus sign and it literally took my breath away. I was happy, scared, nervous, anxious everything all at once. I was going to have another baby... 7 years after having my first. WOW! I cannot keep a secret; not even good ones, from my husband so I immediately shared the news with him. And I'm sure he was in shock for a few minutes but once it passed I could tell he was absolutely ecstatic. After Jimbo's return from his weekend trip, we shared our news with Gage, he would be a big brother! He was beyond excited! We spent the next few weeks sharing our news with other family and friends.
I've had the same OB/GYN since Gage was born and it was just natural for us to continue to see her. She is a wonderful doctor and we both loved her very much. Throughout my pregnancy, everything was great. No morning sickness, no nausea, no funny cravings. I felt amazing and I love the feeling of being pregnant and feeling the baby kick and move.
Around the time I was 4 ½ months pregnant, the day had come to find out if we were having another boy or a girl! Up until I was pregnant I always said I wanted only boys but as the day to find out got closer and closer I changed my mind.. I didn't care I just wanted the baby to be ok, to be healthy. Sitting in the waiting room at the ultrasound office seemed to take forever; the actual time was probably 10 minutes! When I was finally called back and the ultrasound was started, we got to see our beautiful baby GIRL! She was doing great. This was the 1st of about 4 ultrasounds that we had. During our 3rd ultrasound, the doctor thought that our baby girl may be a little small but after the 4th & final ultrasound she seemed to be right back on track.
The last 4 ½ months of my pregnancy flew by, the only time during this whole ordeal that didn’t seem to linger. Before I knew it, the doctor was talking about induction day. Our baby girl would be making her entrance into this crazy world on May 10, 2010 (just 2 days before big brother Gage would turn 7)…..
Thursday, August 12, 2010
first.
Well I guess my first post should be a lil about me, my family and why I am starting this thing! First of all my name is Monica but all my family and friends call me Moni. I have been with the same wonderful guy, Jimbo, for 11 years now (married 3 years). He is my one and only true love and my strength and support and I don't know where I would be without him. Together we have 2 amazing kids, Gage (7yrs) and Gabby (3 mo). We love them more than anything and they are what we live for. I am a total goof ball and say and do random things all the time. I am ALWAYS right even if I'm wrong and well that's a good and bad things I guess. I drive a blue jeep that I will not get rid of no matter how much my hubby bugs me about it. I am a lil shy and quiet but once you get to know me you will be telling me to shut up! I am way too nice most of the time. I love my mom and dad but my grandparents are my world. I have few friends but I love them tons. I have lived in this lil Texas town all my life and I have grown to appreciate it and I don't think I would be happy anywhere else. I tend to have my hair all over the place and I am always in need of an eyebrow wax. I absolutely love my job and the people I work with. I am Catholic and even though I don't attend church as much as I should I love God with all my heart and soul and thank him everyday for what he has done for me.
I wanted to start this lil blog because this year has totally been a test of my faith and strength. I have gone through so much this year and it has actually made me grow so much as a person. Many of my friends know a lil about what when on but I am now ready to share all my thoughts and feelings about the whole ordeal. I also want to continue to keep this blog because somehow I think it will make me feel so much better to get things off my chest. So until the next blog....
Moni*
I wanted to start this lil blog because this year has totally been a test of my faith and strength. I have gone through so much this year and it has actually made me grow so much as a person. Many of my friends know a lil about what when on but I am now ready to share all my thoughts and feelings about the whole ordeal. I also want to continue to keep this blog because somehow I think it will make me feel so much better to get things off my chest. So until the next blog....
Moni*
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