Apr 22, 2012

Little Thing

A few weeks ago I had a doctor appointment and was told that I was "measuring small." Normally when in this state of daily uncomfortable growth, I could be convinced that might not be such a bad thing. However, I was a stitch nervous for the extra ultrasound they scheduled to make sure baby was growing well.

And Monday we learned that most of her is growing quite well. But. Her little tummy is measuring small. Just her tummy went from 70% at her last ultrasound to an off the charts negative 2%.

Andddd because who doesn't love reading about bowels, I will also let you know allll about my own. They are a little sucky. And they have been giving me some problems for a while. Currently categorized as Ulcerative Colitis. Which in case you don't spend your free time researching interesting colon diseases because I did not, is a disease which many have on and off for their lives and each person pretty much fares differently.  It is the sister disease to Crohn's, which you probably have heard of.

If you start out a pregnancy in remission, you have like a 70-80% chance of staying that way throughout and should have a relatively problem free pregnancy.

If you start out your pregnancy mid-flare, my doctor said about a third get worse, a third get better, and a third stay the same. And for those who get worse, the baby is more prone to small for gestational age babes and preterm labor and then there is the whole meds on pregnancy business too. That combination of the small baby plus the preterm labor is what has my doctors worried.

I had major symptoms during Davy's pregnancy, which my doctor attributed to probably other disgusting things you don't want to hear about.

During Gianna's pregnancy which started out in flare style as well, I finally was privileged to be scoped with at with a tiny camera traveling Miss Frizzle Magic School Bus Style through my innards. It was amazing. And they decided after seeing the bottom part of my colon, that I have UC.

And yessss I have read(ish) some diet books on how to heal myself and even tried some of those awesome brothy meaty diets at home (I'm looking at you GAPS diet). And I've figured out in the past 3 years or so that I am crazy sensitive to alcohol and milk products. In other words, no more fun ever. ever. again. Please please for the love of all that is good, do not ask me about "healing myself through food" at this present time. I may have a panic attack.

Fast forward to this second, and I am in pain. On my couch. Having some pretty not fun abdominal pain plus some contractions and just started steroids this week, bringing my total UC daily medication count up to 8 and I have the alarm system to prove it.

I have been honestly hardly moving because my contractions come with a vengeance when I resume my normal activities. And thank thank thankfully I have had some beautiful people come help me, bring me dinner, take my children. You are all the bomb.com.

Basically, if you are the praying sort... Please pray for my little baby Cosette Regina, that the steroids help her mommy's tummy settle down and hers to grow. Andddd that she will hang out as long as possible.

I go to the doctor tomorrow and then in a week they will check her tummy measurement. If it hasn't grown, she will have to be introduced outside the womb muy muy early. 33 weeks for the number lover. 

And one of the meanings of Cosette is "Little Thing." I realized it the other day and shed a little tear.

Probably not the most exciting way to do a name reveal, but now you can pray for her by name :). 

Apr 16, 2012

A New Name for Davy

"Mom, why did you name me Davy?"

I knew this day would come and I felt like I was prepared, but trying to explain some adult concepts to a 3 year old is a little daunting.

"Ummmm. Well, we named you after a woman named Davy. She was...."and then I went on and on and on and on.

Davy just looked up at me indifferent and partially confused.

"I wanted my name to be Little Foot."

Apr 10, 2012

Davy-isms And Gianna-isms

She uses violent language 
Mother: Let me clarify that for you....
Davy: If you say that again, I will clarify you.

She lies about her age. 
Anyone: How old are you Davy?
Davy: Four
Mother: You're three.
Davy: No. I'm four.
Mother: You'll be four soon Davy. You're still three.
Davy: annoyed. Mo-om. I'm just kidding.
Or lying.

She dabbles in religion and politics
Davy: Mom. I love you more than Jesus.
Mother: [hmmmm ?]

Mother: Davy who is our president.
Davy: Jesus.

Mother: Davy, I need you to make good choices ok. And dumping water all over the bathroom floor is not  a good choice ok?
Davy: But mom. Ummm sometimes 3 year olds do things and they like don't really understand what they are doing.
Dad: She's out-smarting us, we need change tactics and fast.

Davy: Mom. Why did you name me Davy?
Mother: Because Davy was a really special woman from your Mommy and Daddy's favorite book.
Davy: Oh. Because I wanted you to name me "Little Foot."

Davy: [While lost in Kentucky with Mommy for 90 minutes and I pulled into a gas station...] What is freaking going on?!

Davy: Mom. The Easter bunny like isn't real. A bunch of different people dress up in costumes of bunnies. Andddd he can be dark or light.

Davy: Mom you know what I did to Gianna's birthday card from Marissa? I kinda took all the stickers off it and put them on my clothes.

And for good measure some Gianna-isms.

Gianna: Dis is too 'picy'
Mother: Gianna that is water.
Gianna: Oh.

Gianna: No! My turn!! (As she insists to repeatedly walk up any stair situation unassisted and with no hands.)

Gianna: I want undies!
Mother: Then you have to go pee-pee in the potty.
Gianna: I want diaper.

Gianna: I did it!

Mother: What is your name?
Gianna: "Da-wella" (Cinderella)

Gianna: I wanta play your hair. I wanta go ni-night you.

Gianna's doctor: Well. Looks like she wins the award so far for 2012. [As he checks out Gianna's impressive collection of scrapes and bruises.]

Proud Mom moment.

Apr 7, 2012

An Eggcellent Easter

It's that time of year again. Gianna grew up and became a toddler of two years 2 days ago (!) Jesus rising from the dead. Seed planting time. And Egg time.

Feel free to amuse yourself with these photos of the utter excitement that comes with turning normalish hormone injected white eggs into an even less appetizing artificially dyed eggs.

Why is it so fun? I could hardly even contain myself over here.

Sometimes you need to get on the table to get a job done. 

Count 'em. 

Anddddd all children and eggs are perfectly accounted for.

omygoodness we are so excited. 

Disappointment that the inside is still white. 

Can't wait for tomorrow and its multiple Easter egg hunts. 

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