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Welcome Kailee Grace

Wow, I guess I should really update this.

Let's see - Matt went to tech school in Missouri at Fort Leonard Wood.  He was gone from June - October. 

He came home on October 8th at 5pm.  At 9:00pm, my water broke.  I was 36 weeks and 2 days pregnant.  I had an ultrasound on Tuesday that confirmed baby was growing wonderfully and was approximately 5lb 10oz.  We went to the hospital and waited to see if contractions would start regularly on their own (they didn't!).  At 7:00am on Saturday, October 9th, pitocin was started.  5 hours later it was time to push.

Kailee Grace was born at 11:16am.  She weighed 4lb 13oz and was 19" long.  We spent the last 24 days in the NICU but are getting released tomorrow.  She now weighs in at a whopping 5lb 9.8oz.  She was growth restricted (IUGR, same as Madi) and technically is "negative" 3 weeks old!

Matt, Madi, Kailee, Summer &  I are moving to Grand Forks, North Dakota for our first assignment.  Wish us luck!

Today I Had A Heart Attack.

Not literally, obviously, but the figurative heart attack I had was terrible!

I decided to clean, you know like mop floors and sweep and everything?  It was going great because Madi was super entertained by the sweep and mop - plus, I found an old dog toy of Summers and Madi was laughing because it squeaked and made Summer's eyes bulge out of her head with excitement. 

So anyway, I'm sweeping the living room and when I turn around Madi is gone.  It was literally 30 seconds.  I laugh and think she probably went into the other living room, so I walk in there and say "Madi!" and she's not there.  Hmmm, that's weird.  So I walk back and think maybe I missed her.  Not there.  Then my heart starts racing because I start thinking that there are a million things she could be getting into!  The kitchen is her favorite place because she likes the noise of the pots and pans.  I run in there, no Madi.  I run into my parents room, no Madi.  By this time, I'm screaming and on the verge of having a complete mental breakdown.  I'm running around screaming and looking everywhere, no Madi.  Then I hear a faint little giggle. 

She's at the top of the stairs.  Sitting at the top of the stairs, on the top stair -- laughing at me -- because I'm freaking out.  I run up to the top and by this point I'm crying and she is LAUGHING in my face. 

Looking back now, it was pretty cute.  Terrifying, but cute.

I put baby gates up.  Who knew she could climb stairs?

We Did It!!!

Matt graduated from BMT (Basic Military Training) this weekend at Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio.  It was a hectic & funfilled weekend of running here and there, taking pictures & spending our few moments cherishing the time we had left together before he got whisked away to Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri for "Dirt Boyz" training (CE/Constructions and pavements). 

We arrived Wednesday afternoon and stayed at Holiday Inn off of Durango & I-35.  Never again.  The hotel was nice enough but we had a mass of problems in the 4 night stay. 

Thursday was Airmans run, Coin Ceremony & base liberty.  It was hot, hot HOT! but totally worth every moment sitting in the heat.  Matt ran by and that was the first time we saw him since 8 1/2 weeks ago.  He was wearing his beautiful BCG's (birth control glasses) and they were hilarious.  Afterwards we sat for hours while waiting for the coin ceremony to start.  It was a touching ceremony that symbolically transitioned the men from 'trainee' to 'Airman'.  After that the Airmen were released for base liberty.  This was hectic.  700 graduates and their families all crammed into whatever hole in the wall places they could find on base.  Bowling Alley, BX, food courts, everything was packed! 

Friday was the graduation parade & town pass.  The graduation parade was nice.  A lot of tears fell because they had the flag flying at half mast since a USAF and San Antonio native died in Afghanistan on June 9th.  It was an especially touching moment & a cold slap in the face reminder of why our men and women are fighting. 

Saturday was town pass.  We walked around San Antonio's Riverwalk and had a caricature done.  Super cute.  Matt got some weird stains on his blues shirt and we had to wash it in the sink with tide detergent (thanks mom!) and iron it dry.  Matt and I basically said our goodbyes on Saturday since we knew Sunday we would be short on time and would not be allowed to have long drawn out goodbyes. 

Sunday was base liberty.  We walked around trying to find everything Matt needed last minute for tech school.  I got a 'dog tag' from one of the specialty shops on base.  On one side it says "My Love, My Hero, My Airman" and on the other it was specially engraved "Life Ain't Always Beautiful 3-19-08" for sentimental reasons.

Leaving to go home was hard, but we have made it this far without too many horrible complications & I think we will be able to truck through tech's 15 weeks without too many more problems. 

Today I had an appointment to check on the status of my pregnancy rinitis (fancy word for sinus infections).  The ENT felt that my face was regressing and sent me to a dentist (without dental insurance) to have a tooth extracted thinking that the problem may be in my mouth.  2 teeth, about 1" of stitches, a pulpotomy & some other random but necessary work later (did I mention $922?) and I'm in severe pain.  Oh the joys of pregnancy.

Apparently, there is an old wives tale "lose a tooth with each pregnancy."  If that's the case, I'm done being pregnant. :o)

It's a .... GIRL!

That's right.

I'm having another baby girl.  Eek!  The possibilities. 

Matt and I were both really hoping for a boy this time, but the prospect of another girl is just as exciting.  I can't wait!

I'm a Failed Blogger

I think I might be a failed blogger.  I haven't updated in nearly two months, even though I have had an abudance of things to update on.  I feel awesome about this.

Matt left for basic military training (Air Force).  It has not been fun to be without him.  Matt and I have only gotten to talk about 3 times but I've gotten a letter for every day that we've been apart.  He sounds really good and strong.  Madi and I are going to San Antonio in a couple weeks to watch him graduate and then he leaves again for another 14 weeks.

Madi is turning a year old in about a month.  She's grown SO much lately.  Her hair is really long and she's 16lb 8oz now.  Woo hoo!  She is also very close to taking her first steps and she talks nonstop these days.  It's amazing that she's already closing in on one year old -- it feels like just yesterday I was holding her for the first time terrified of breaking her 4lb body. 

I'm 18 weeks pregnant now.  Almost 1/2 done!!!  The first ultrasound that the gender was detectable we were told it's a boy -- the one I had last week the lady said she thinks it's a girl (the legs were crossed).  I have no idea what this baby is, so for now it's just a baby.  :o) 

Everything else has been fantastic!  I'm really going to try and update more often so it's more exciting. Haha.

Bed Rest.

Two words - Bed Rest. 

Friday afternoon I had to go back to my OB for an emergency ultrasound.  The ultrasound tech said she didn't see much of my SCH left, that it looked like it may have absorbed.  However, she found a few pockets of fluid and notated that. 

At my follow-up with the NP she said "I'm taking you out of work, permanently, and you're going on bed rest." SAY WHAT?  At 10 weeks my doctor has put me on bed rest.  Apparently, they feel that my pregnancy is at high risk and I most certainly need to stay on strict bed rest.  I'm on couch-bed-fridge-bathroom bed rest.  No going out to eat, no movies, no nothing.

This wouldn't suck so much, except Matt's last week is this week.  He is leaving for 8 1/2 weeks in less than one week.  I won't so much as be able to talk to him, much less see him, and we can't even go out to eat for a romantic dinner together.  Awesome, I'm really excited about this. 

So here I sit/lay at my house - day 4 of bed rest - it's been realllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly fun. 

Also, congrats Cindy on your baby!  I can't wait to see pictures!

Baby Slug

You know those horror movies from old times where the creature starts growing and just keeps growing and growing and growing?

That's -- apparently -- what my hematoma wants to do.

My doctor's appointment yesterday was a flop.  A big disappointment. 

She did an abdominal ultrasound (hallelujah!) but the entire scan was MAYBE 5 minutes long.  Under normal circumstances 5 minutes would be fantastic -- but then again, what about my pregnancies is EVER normal?  I felt as though she didn't do a thorough job of looking for/at the hematomas.  In any case, she has a 'medical certificate' so I'll let it be. 

She did not find the original hematoma that was measuring 7-8mm at the last visit.  This time, she only found the 5mm hematoma which has now grown exponentially to 2 CM.  It's also very close to the sac. Great.  The opposite of what we were hoping.  She basically said that growth is bad, but she doesn't want ME to freak out yet -- she'll do the worrying.  I have to go back for another ultrasound soon.  In the meantime I'm on 'modified bed rest' which she said means I can go to work, sit in my chair, go home and lay in my bed.  No grocery shopping, no nothing.  Boo.

Baby Slug (that's what it looks like right now) is measuring right on track for 10 weeks and has a heart rate of 174bpm.  I want to say that this is going to be a boy because I just 'feel' like it is.  But, that may be my subconcious praying it's a boy so I don't have to be pregnant ever again.  I guess we'll find out in 10 more weeks.  That's always good.

Work Frustrations

Today is our ultrasound.  I get to find out if my hematomas have grown, absorbed or maintained the same size.  We are hoping for complete absorbtion. 

I am frustrated.  I was very sick yesterday when I woke up and about threw up everywhere when I got up to get dressed for work.  I climbed back in bed and called my boss at 7:30am.  Her voicemail was on cocaine or something because instead of saying "You've reached the voicemail of..." it just said her name.  So I started to leave a message and it cut me off.  Frustrating.  So I called back.  I started to leave a message and it cut me off.  Super frustrating.  I called back a third time and started to leave a message and cut almost to the end and it cut me off.  So I gave up.

Today, I am at work.  My boss called me yesterday and I didn't answer (because phenergran makes me sleep) and I didn't get the voicemail until 9:30pm so I didn't call her back.  My bosses boss came up to me and did the "come here" thing with his finger that your parents do when you're in big trouble.  Fantastic.  He proceeds to give me a nice lecture about how I don't need to 'screw this up' and how 'they really need me here.' 

That's all well and good.  But I was sick.  I called.  Your stupid voicemail didn't work, so don't give me a lecture about anything.  Check my phone and you'll see the THREE TIMES I tried to call and tell boss #1 that I wasn't here. 

Apparently SHE isn't in the office, and wasn't yesterday either.  That's why it's such a big deal.  "Cheryl, I'm not in the office and neither are you.  You know, we really need you at work."  Well, I would hope so...because if you didn't need me to work there, why would I have a job.

April 16th can't come fast enough.  I'm not twelve years old.  Why would I not show up, not call in and then come in the next day like "oh really? No biggie!"  Forget it.  That's just dumb.

In other news -- my friend Cindy is going to have a baby.  She had an ultrasound and they told her the rough weight of her baby.  Very exciting.  I almost want to cheat on our office pool and change my guess on her baby's weight so that I can win the pot.  But I'm not going to, because that's cheating.  Her baby is going to be almost twice the size of my baby.  He's going to be cute and chunky like babies are suppose to be.  You know, the Michelin man type babies?  That's the kind.  So excited. 

Matt is leaving in like two weeks.  I'm excited and nervous.  Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit.  Or it could be morning sickness.  Either way, it's nerve-wrecking.