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Sunday, November 30, 2008

  • Thanksgiving Tacos

    This year Jake and I had tacos for Thanksgiving dinner. TACOS you say, how did that come about? We intended to have turkey. We wanted to have turkey. But instead, we had tacos. Oh the changes a baby brings! Thanksgiving morning I was up bright and early baking individual pecan pies (with pecans from our tree in the backyard!) and homemade rolls for everyone in Jake's family. We had settled on Thanksgiving day with Jake's family; Black Friday with mine. I had a cute little holiday dress picked out for Lucy and things were right on schedule. Then Jake's brother stopped by. He needed propane (and propane accessories) for frying the holiday bird and as we chatted over a cup of joe he mentioned that Jake's mom had gotten really sick. My new mommy radar sounded the alarm as I honed in on that tidbit of information.

    "How sick?" I asked cautiously.

    "Sick enough that I don't think she should have been preparing the food" he replied before continuing with, "She was coughing and hacking all over the place. Seems like a really bad cold and she just feels bad all over."

    "Oh crap."

    Jake called his mom and confirmed she was sick. It's RSV season and according to my doctor friends  Austin is in the midst of an epidemic. We looked up colds vs. RSV on the internet and came to the painful conclusion we couldn't risk exposing Lucy while she was so young. All of Jake's immediate family lives within a 25 mile radius and gets together on a regular basis. It had only been 10 days since the last family gathering for a
    birthday party and the next get together is in 3 weeks for another birthday so we figured staying out of the danger zone was the best decision. We stayed home, made tasty Thanksgiving tacos, took a long nap, and enjoyed being a family of 3.

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Saturday, November 22, 2008

  • So much to give thanks for

    I have a baby! A beautiful baby girl! At the moment, she and Jake are sleeping on the couch together and I'm filled with a surge of love and contentment thinking about how the best things in my world are right there in front of me.

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    Throughout my entire pregnancy, whenever we'd feel the baby kick and squirm in the middle of the night we'd laugh and say, "She does what she wants!" True to form, our baby did what she wanted and Lucy Jane was born early: October 8, 2008. 6lbs 10oz, 18in

    Actually, I developed preeclampsia and had to have a c-section a few days earlier than planned. I got really sick, really quickly and sadly, was pretty out of it. We delivered at 6:20pm and I remember hearing her cry and asking "Is that her?" (of course it was her, who else would it be!) As they sewed me up I saw Lucy for about 10 seconds before they whisked her to the NICU. Seven hours later I finally got to hold my baby and that was only because my incredible husband fought the nurses and demanded I get to see her. The NICU is on a different floor than labor and delivery and hospital policy doesn't allow babies to be brought down to mothers. Lucy went to get an MRI at 1:00am and Jake managed to talk the transport nurse into stopping by my room for a quick visit before they took her back to her floor. It was incredible; Lucy knew me at once! She opened her eyes and turned her head right to me and I could see in her eyes she recognized me. Since we still didn't know her diagnosis or if she'd need surgery I wasn't allowed to try to nurse her (they were giving her IV fluids only) so we just snuggled and prayed. 30 minutes later she was taken away. Just born 017 mod

    The next day, we met with the neurologist and got the results of the testing. Lucy has Agenesis of the Corpus Callosum. The brain is divided into two hemispheres (left and right) and the corpus callosum is the "bridge" that connects the hemispheres and relays information back and forth. Agenesis means it didn't form properly and parts are missing. When this condition occurs independently the prognosis is usually very good with individuals having normal intelligence or just mild developmental delays. When ACC occurs in conjunction with other conditions like genetic disorders, the prognosis is much worse. There's no cure or treatment for ACC and the brain can't regrow but it can rewire/reorganize. They ordered an EEG to check for seizure activity as well as complete genetic testing to help determine the severityof her condition. The neurologist said the brain damage appeared to be minimal and the EEG came back normal.

    Just born 048   Right after the EEG with the sticky gel still in her hair

    Just born 011 In the NICU. I wasn't able to be with her because I was too sick to be allowed out of bed. Jake, my mom and sister, and his parents took turns sitting with her and sitting with me. I didn't get to see Lucy again until she was released from the NICU 52 hours after her birth.

    Just born 039 Jake feeding Lucy colostrum I pumped. He was letting her lick the tiny drops that where left in the bottle so she'd get every possible drop. I would pump, then he'd run it upstairs and feed her. Super Dad! The experts always say for best results to start breastfeeding within one hour of birth and I was scared we wouldn't be able to nurse since we'd gotten such a late start but by a small miracle, as soon as Lucy and I were reunited she took right to nursing and has been a pro ever since her first suck! 

    We stayed in the hospital for 5 days, mostly to give me time to recover.  

    Lucy is doing incredibly well and we've seen one answered prayer after another. At her one month well check she weighed 10lbs and was 21 3/4in long. On Wednesday we got the results of the genetic testing and everything is completely normal, praise God! We saw an opthomalogist this week to rule out sever vision impairment and everything was normal with her retinas and optic nerve. She's happy and healthy, meeting every developmental milestone a baby her age should, and we've been blessed countless times as we hear about all the friends, family, acquaintances, and strangers that have been praying for Lucy and have been touched by her story. She's a remarkable baby and I can't wait to see what else God is going to do in her life!

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Tuesday, October 07, 2008

  • Updates

     Good News

     

    • Our baby girl has a name! After much debate and polling friends/family we decided on:

                                 Lucy Jane

     

    • We’re scheduled for a C-section on October 14 @ 10:00am so unless Lucy decides to take matters into her own hands that’ll be her B-day!

     

      Not So Good News

    ·        About 3 weeks ago I had an ultrasound to check on my low lying placenta and when they did the scan they noticed that some ventricles in Lucy’s brain were enlarged indicating a problem with her brain so we’ve been seeing all kinds of specialist to try to figure out what’s wrong.

     

    ·        We saw a perinatal specialist who diagnosed Lucy with Asymmetrical Hydrocephalus due to aquaductal stenosis. Basically, this means that Cerebral Spinal Fluid is not draining out of her brain properly (possibly because of a duct that’s too small or bent) and building up too much fluid on her brain causing increased pressure. Typically, treatment is fairly simple and involves a neurosurgeon putting a shunt in her brain to drain off the fluid and divert it into her abdomen where the CSF can be reabsorbed.

     

    • We then saw a neurologist (who happens to be the head of neurology at Dell Children’s Hospital!). He felt like it was premature to diagnosis hydrocephalus because it could be a few other things like intrauterine stroke or failure of the brain matter to form correctly. After she’s born they’ll do some more testing and we’ll know within a day of her birth what the official diagnosis is and what kind of treatment they’ll begin. If she does need surgery they want to do it within 24-48 hours of birth.

     

    • Yesterday, we met with the pediatric neurosurgeon who echoed the neurologist’s views but seemed optimistic. He said putting in the shunt was a fairly simple procedure that took about 30 minutes and that if they do need to do surgery she’ll be moved from the hospital we deliver at (Seton Main) to Dell Children’s and that we can expect her be in the NICU for 1-2 weeks. We toured the NICU yesterday and it was really impressive and seemed extremely family friendly.

     

    Obviously, these are some really scary developments but I’m actually feeling pretty calm about it. I feel like God’s given me a real peace about the whole situation and that Lucy is going to be incredibly well taken care of. What I’m most concerned about at the moment is having the c-section at one hospital and not being able to go to the children’s hospital Lucy will be taken to. My OBGYN said he’s going to do his best to discharge me within 48 hours so I can be with her as soon as possible. In the mean time Jake and my incredible sister, Becky, will go with Lucy and stay with her in the NICU while my mom stays with me. Both hospitals are really supportive of breastfeeding so they’ll help me with pumping, transporting, storing, and then only use my breast milk for her. My mom made Lucy the cutest little baby quilt and I’ve been sleeping with it every night so it’ll smell like me. The NICU said they will definitely use it in her bassinet and I think it’ll comfort her to have something that smells like me!

     

    I really feel like she’s going to ok. Babies are so resilient and their little brains have such a capacity for healing and re-wiring/learning and since we’re catching the problem and “fixing” it early the prognosis is really good. Besides, helping babies with developmental delays is what I do for a living! I know I’m going to cry my eyes out seeing her in the NICU (I teared up like 8 times just touring it) but she’s going to be ok! Keep us in your thoughts and prayers and I’ll keep you posted.   

     

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

  • Fireworks

    I love the Fourth of July! Hands down, it is my all-time, favorite holiday easily beating out Thanksgiving, Easter, and even Christmas. I love the hot, sticky weather. I love the hot dogs and fried chicken. I love the potato salad and lemonade. I love the watermelon. I love swimming in the river or boating on the lake. I love the parades and patriotic music. I love the waving flags. I love the fireworks. I love kissing under the fireworks. Most of all, I love America and I love the history of the day. Fourth of July is one of our only major holidays that actually has genuine, not merely symbolic, roots. I know America has done a lot of things wrong, but we've also done a lot of things right in our short 232 years and there's no place I'd rather live. So, before you roast that hot dog, spit your watermelon seeds or aim a bottle rocket at your best friend, take a moment to consider the following:

    July 4, 1776

    The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen United States of America,

    When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

    We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.

    Happy Fourth of July!

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

  • Measure Up

    Last weekend Jake got a cool new tape measure. It has a magnetic tip on the on the pull out side of the measuring tape, nifty lock and retract features, rubber grip, and a sturdy hook for your pocket which Jake demonstrated to be indispensable. He wore this tape measure around on the edge of his right jeans pocket all weekend as if it were a shiny new pistol on his hip and he were an unflappable cowboy from the past. He whipped out his measure and snapped it onto every magnetic surface in the house. He stretched it out, up, down, left and right. He even attached it to the ceiling fan, measured from floor to ceiling, then left the tape measure dangling there to prove its incredible magnetic sticking power.


    Monday morning at breakfast as he was fondly admiring it yet again, it struck me that this tape measure would have been the absolute, most perfect Father's Day present for my dad; that along with his favorite coconut cream pie with mile high meringue I always made for him. He would have been thrilled with an innovative new tape measure that out preformed the 8 other ones he had. He would have pranced around the house just like Jake measuring everything in sight. He would have shown his friends at work the tape measure and said Tammy and her husband gave it to him. He would grin and think to himself how much he loved me every time he used it.

    Suddenly, I missed my dad with an indescribable pain that I can only relate as emptiness. It was a feeling of pure loss and longing. It seems like when you loose something incredibly special you miss it more than if you just lost something mediocre and ordinary. You miss it because you actually know what you're missing. And you miss it because it made you a better person and made you believe in love. My dad was pure goodness; he really measured up. Amazingly, I see the same types of goodness and love in Jake and it makes me want to be a better person. It makes me want to measure up too. It makes me want to love more and to love right.