So its been a very long time since I posted...a very long time. After a tough pregnancy, lets say severe morning sickness all the way upto the day we welcomed our beautiful daughter into this world, she is finally here and is now 6 weeks old.
Trying to be a Stepford, I envisioned a perfect birth, followed by being released from the hospital quickly, back to baking, creating a perfect home environment complete with a loving and doting big brother who would be o so tender with his sister.
So with these wonderful dreams of a perfect life style, I started to prepare! I hired a
Doula who was amazing. I went to multiple care providers to get the Birth I wanted/needed. Started to buy those pretty pink things that you have to have for a girl, headbands and bows etc.
I found an amazing doctor who got so sick he had to stop working, I was then referred to 'high risk' but they didnt consider me high risk enough, then I went to a doc who's words were one thing and actions were another, finally I felt I had settled on a Midwife practice who would help me get my vbac. Surgery just puts you out for too long.
At just over 38 weeks I received a letter telling me that I was non-compliant and they would not be providing me with service anymore. Can we say total [panic attack...I was sicker than a dog, the house is in chaos, and now no provider. We ran down to see them and it was because I had said that I didnt want just anyone to do the IV, I wanted someone confident due to my veins being very non co-operative from the hyperemisis. My amazing
Doula started making calls to help me out...seriously if you are in PHX you need to hire her if you want a doula.
We went back to the 1st doctors office and saw the partner, we were desperate at this point and we hadnt cared for him because he spoke too fast to understand him sometimes. After taking my BP he sat down with me looking over the records from the midwife and confirmed the Pre-E that I had been worried about for 5 weeks...YES FIVE! An ultrasound followed and showed low fluid and a diagonal baby. Stepford was quickly leaving the building, city and state.
A whole bunch of tests followed and 5 hours later we were having a conversation complete with medical proof which led to a c-section the very next day. He wanted us to have a couple of hours to get everything organized but felt it could not wait longer than a day. He was just happy that I wasn't worse than I already was.
Alyssa was born the next morning at 9.30am weighing in at 8lbs 9.9oz and 19 inches long, a perfect healthy daughter. We ended up with a 5 day stay as Momma had to fight a little infection with the incision and ended up on Antibiotics for a month!
So now to my journey home...I still was expecting to be able to clean, cook and create the perfect household the very day I was released. We were released at 6pm on a Saturday and at 9am Sunday we were sat in Church...with the help of painkillers. Her Brother loves her dearly but wants to throw his Thomas the Tank Engine at her to play catch, thinks she can eat Chicken Nuggets, by stuffing them in her mouth and apparently she loves his sippy cup. He loves her so much we think he may be a little too doting!
The house is still chaotic, it has taken 5 weeks to get the kitchen back in some resemblance of order, now for the rest of the house! This Stepford house Wife, may be a little crazy, may dream of perfection but is far from it.
I promise I will be back in fighting form soon, clipping coupons with a perfect home, perfect children and everything else you can think of!
