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Thursday, September 29, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Susan's water broke early Sunday morning, but she was not having any contractions. Meanwhile in Tuscaloosa, Andrew and I were getting dressed for church, Joey was at work, and the O'Harra family was spending the weekend with us.
We got the call that Susan's water broke, and the O'Harra family graciously offered to watch Andrew while I went to Birmingham. Once I got to Susan's house, she got a few last minute things finished and called her doctor. The doctor encouraged her to go ahead and come to the hospital even though she was not having contractions.
Final pictures as a family of 3:
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
When Joey got home, Andrew kissed all over his face for several minutes. I don't think Andrew realized how much he had missed him until he saw him. I wish that I had taken a picture of my boys.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
Joey and I want to thank everyone in Wetumpka for our shower. I can't wait to see everything that our little one got.
In other Jacob/Caroline news:
I went to the doctor yesterday for a 31 week check up. My blood pressure was good and I was measuring right on schedule. My doctor was a little concerned about my weight gain--9 pounds. We are just going to watch it and make sure that it picks up in these final weeks. I am not dieting, but I began this pregnancy about 10 pounds heavier than I did with Andrew. I'm guessing that my body just didn't need as much weight this time since I didn't lose all of my weight from my first pregnancy??
When the nurse tried to get J/C on the doppler, she could not hear the heart. I would normally panic at this, but I could see (and feel) him/her going absolutely crazy. He/she would not hold still long enough to hear the heart for a very long time. Finally, she was able to get it--143 bpm. I am a little concerned about how wild this baby acts. I still do not have to do kick counts because this one moves all of the time. We are now going to the doctor every 2 weeks. It is getting very close! Everyone at work and Andrew's daycare think that I am having a girl. All of my family (with the exception of David) thinks that it is a boy. Joey says that he has no clue. I go back and forth, but most days I think that we have a Jacob and not a Caroline. We will be thrilled either way!
Andrew's finger has now been healing for 6 days. I thought we were over the hump. Well, his teacher called me at work today...never good. When she changed his bandage, she noticed that there was a yellow discharge and his finger was swollen. I called his pediatrician's office, and they told me that it sounded like something that could wait until the afternoon. I couldn't wait until the afternoon, though. I called the daycare back and told them that I was on my way. I am so thankful that his teachers were paying such good attention to him, changing his bandage regularly, and keeping me updated. They continue to impress me with his care. I am also thankful for my principal. She always tells me to go when daycare calls, takes care of getting a substitute for me, and is even willing to cover my class until a sub can get to the school if needed so that I can leave right away. Anyway, Andrew and I went straight to his pediatrician, and she said that his finger was in fact infected. Other than that, it was healing up nicely. So, he is now on antibiotics and she said to not expect a complete recovery for 3 weeks. There were some other really good things that came from the appointment. He was approved to take a bath. The poor little guy had not had a bath in a week! She also said that he could leave the bandage off of his finger. While this is good because it is a daily fight to keep him bandaged, it scares me for the wound to be exposed. I know that it does need some air, though. Andrew was tired when we got home, so he took a long nap. Here he is for the first time without his bandage since his accident.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
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Wednesday, September 7, 2011
I started making pancakes on the stove, and I noticed that Andrew was right below me. He needed a diaper change, and we didn't want him to be under me when I was cooking. Joey scooped him up, and he began to cry. He has entered the "pitching a fit when he doesn't get his way" stage, so I assumed that he was just mad that he was being moved. Then, I saw blood. Apparently, his finger was gripped around the drawer that pulls out below the oven. I started to see A LOT of blood. The middle finger on his right hand had an enormous cut on it. He would not let us get a very good look at it, but I could tell that it was bad. I felt sick, sweaty, like I was going to faint, and then a panic came over me. This sounds ridicuclous, but I realized that it was up to us to make the decision as to what we were going to do. I didn't have my mom, the school nurse, or time to look anything up...sources that I normally consult. I said outloud several times, "What do we do, what do we do?" I felt so weak that I sat on the floor of my kitchen so that I would not pass out. Joey and I both decided that we would go to the emergency room.
On the car ride to the hospital, Andrew was not too fussy. He kept showing me his hand. I told him that we were going to get help and that he would be okay, but I remember wishing that he could really understand me. Once we were at the hospital, we waited FOREVER. It was the middle of the day, and we had not eaten anything. I think this added to my queasiness. I knew that Andrew would need stitches, and the dread of what he was about to go through made me physically sick. I had to step outside and get some air because I was still feeling like I was going to pass out. We finally got back to a room and waited even longer. We spent almost 4 hours at the hospital that day. Suddenly, I did not care about football at all.
The nurse asked us if we were willing to wait 30 extra minutes to put an L.E.T. solution on his hand before she gave him the shots and put the stitches on his finger. L.E.T. is a numbing solution that they do not always use. She had to call a pharmacy and get it mixed up because they do not keep it in the ER. Then, we had to tape a cotton ball soaked with the solution to his hand. We decided (without hesitation) that we were willing to wait for the solution. If your child ever needs stitches, insist on having this. It was the greatest thing.
For the stitches, they had to strap Andrew down on a table with velcro. I am ashamed to admit this, but I left the room. I would never have left him if Joey had not been there, but it was too upsetting for me. I feel like a horrible mother for abandoning him when he needed me. I went to the bathroom, locked myself in a stall, cried, and prayed for him while he was getting his stitches. The nurse came to get me and informed me that he did not cry at all while he got his stitches. Thank you, L.E.T. solution! Joey said that he just held his hand out for them and looked around the room. He was all bandaged up when I saw him and acting fine. We did have to put a sock over his bandage once we got home because he kept biting at it.
You can see his hospital bracelet in this one.