James and I began this blog at the very beginning of our pregnancy with Wyatt to share and update our new adventures as we became pregnant and start the new season of parenthood. Sixteen weeks into pregnancy, I had to go into surgery to ensure our son would not come too early and shortly after, we found out Wyatt has Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia (CDH). This is our humble attempt at being transparent and hopefully sharing the joys and love of Christ through this roller coaster ride we're on. And now to share even more with the new miracle on the way.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

35 Weeks and some Emergency Room Time

I bought some bistro paint pens... what do you think?!?

How far along? 35 Weeks

Total weight:  I'm still about 166 lbs.  

Maternity clothes?  Yes and Yes!  I have a couple of skirts and tank tops I can wear but shorts and pants must be maternity wear!    

Stretch marks?  I still get to say nope! :-)

Sleep:  This is not the week to ask me!!!  I will explain more below! :-) 

Best moment this week:  It's been a rough week but God has still been good.  Getting no bad news at the doctors office was good.  James and I getting Wyatt's dresser finally and his car seat/stroller travel system.  The morphine was awesome... see story below! 

Miss Anything?  NORMAL food and eating schedule!

Movement:  I'm telling you this boy can move and shake!  :-) 

Food cravings:  Everything that hurts me! 

Anything making you queasy or sick:  Not "queasy" but sick- almost everything. 

Gender: A BOY!!!  Mr. Wyatt James Davis

Symptoms:  Heartburn!

Belly Button in or out?   It's an inny! 

Wedding rings on or off?  I'm in my wedding band only because it's a tiny bit bigger than my engagement ring.  

Happy or Moody most of the time:  I've been kind of cranky this week but I still have been happy and joyful!  

Looking forward to:  Wyatt being here and no more heartburn! 


This week has defiantly been one with it's ups and downs.  As I wrote about last week, I've had a bit of heartburn- I think Saturday night was bad, Monday night wasn't the best, Tuesday was fine, Wednesday was bad, Friday was the worst.  James came home Monday from work with some Tums for me to take.  I ate a couple of them and absolutely nothing helped.  So, I took a couple more.  I was thinking maybe I just need the max dose.  But nope, nothing.  Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep.  I'd start by laying down with James some but felt bad for moving around so much so I'd move to the couch.  He needs his sleep, he's got a 40 mile drive at 6am and work to do.  Then the couch would get uncomfy so I'd move to the recliner upstairs, James' desk chair and back to the couch.  Once I'd finally fall asleep on the couch for a while and wake up, I'd try our bed again.  (We have a really comfy bed and I miss it when we don't get to sleep in it!).  I think it was about 3 or 4 once I got back into bed and could sleep.  As you can imagine, my Tuesday was a bust.  I spent the day back on the couch napping on and off all day long.  I barely ate or drank anything for fear of being in that kind of pain again.  I tried all the things friends posted on Facebook but nothing was helping in any way.  

Tuesday night was fine and so was Wednesday morning.  Again, I hadn't eaten or had much to drink at all.  James and I had an appointment with Dr. Lo right after lunch.  We told her about the heartburn and she suggested the 150mg of Zantac, twice a day and if that didn't help, let her know.  Of course, on the way home, we stopped.  It was glorious!  I felt so much better.  I even had some couscous for dinner and strawberry ice cream for dessert.  Hmmmm... well, that lasted for a whole 6 hours.  A pill that should last 12-24 hours just lasted me 6.  Great!  So, I took another Zantac... nothing.  It did nothing.  I basically was up all night again!  Torture.  (By the way, I am fully aware that this is what life can/will look like soon with a new baby in the house.  I can handle the sleeplessness but not the sleeplessness and immense pain!)  So, once again, I'm roaming around the house trying to find places to get comfy and try to get some rest.  Again, about 4 or so, I get back into bed and fall asleep.  

Thursday morning I call Dr. Lo's office to say, "Zantac doesn't work!  Please, I need something stronger!"  I speak to the nurse.  She gives me a list of foods to avoid and other over the counter medications I am allowed to take and says she'll talk to the doctor and get back to me.  Well, I didn't hear from her.  Thursday wasn't bad.  I avoided napping so that hopefully, I'd be sooo tired that no matter pain or not, I would be able to sleep.  I stuck to the list of foods I can have and stayed super clear of the ones on the list of high acidic foods.  And Thursday night, I slept great.  

Friday during the day was okay as well.  Again, I tried to stick to the right foods, sitting up and not laying down for a while after eating.  All the while, still taking my Zantac twice a day.  Friday night was the worst.  I was in so much pain and so tired from the week that I was inconsolable.  I was up and down and no where worked.  The only thing that even lightened any pain was James rubbing my back.  He was awesome but he couldn't do it all night long.  Showers helped some.  I think I ended up taking 3 long showers, just letting the water hit my neck and back.  (That doesn't include the one I take to actually get clean before bed!)  I was sobbing and my mind was going crazy.  I think at one point I even tried to lay down with Ronix... Poor James didn't get much sleep.  He probably got the most rest while I was in the shower.  I toyed with the idea of going to the ER all night long.  I didn't know what to do.  Finally about 6 am, I could not take it any more.  I was beyond reasoning, I felt horrible for keeping James up all night, I couldn't sleep, usually by this point the pain had stopped enough for me to be able to lay down and go to sleep and nothing.  It was as bad as it was at 9pm the night before.  I called into Dr. Lo's office.  I felt horrible waking up Dr. Santiago (Dr. Lo's partner- she was on call this weekend) but I had to know what to do.  She said this much pain and lack of sleep warrants a trip to the ER to get some relief.  So, James and head on over to the closest one.  I'm still hysterical at this point because I feel like James is thinking I'm crazy (he wasn't, I just wasn't comprehending anything properly) and I didn't want him to be upset with me.  

We get to the ER and thankfully no one is there.  They heard 35 weeks pregnant and chest pains and got me back right away to make sure I wasn't having a heart attack.  I think immediately there were like 4 different people in the room hooking me up, sticking me with needles and asking me questions.  I had an IV line put into my arm, an EKG to check my heart (which was fine), the oxygen thingy put on my finger and blood pressure band on my arm (which was super HIGH for me, mine is always great).  It was a whirl wind but all worth it in the end.  I got some prescription heartburn meds put through the IV.  They said it usually takes about an hour or so to feel a difference.  I think at about 30 - 45 minutes after that, they asked about my pain and I said it's not much better so they came in with some morphine.  I don't think I've ever had morphine before but let me tell you, I can see why people get addicted!  It was awesome.  She wasn't even finished giving it to me and all my pain went away.  I could lay down and rest.  In fact, I had to lay down right away because my head was like whoa!  And I had some totally crazy images pass through too.  

Anyway, they kind of argued with us about sending up by ambulance to their other location so that Wyatt could be monitored.  They had already taken his heart rate- it was great, as usual and we weren't concerned.  Apparently this ER is not equipped to handle deliveries.  I didn't have any signs of labor so James and I signed an "Against Medical Advisement" to not be transported over.  The doctor gave me a prescription of Lansoprazole to be taken once a day with the Zantac, hydrocodone for any more pain, some anti nausea medicine because the hydrocodone can make you feel sick, and some Nitrofurantn for the beginning of a UTI they found in my urine sample.  Oh my!  We went ahead a filled the heartburn and UTI meds but not the other 2.  If the prescription works like it should and I watch what and how I eat, I should not need the heavy narcotics.  And so far, I haven't needed them.  I have however taken some Tylenol here and there.  Some of the side effects include headaches and such.  

Saturday, after the ER, James and I came home- I slept, he went and got my prescriptions filled and worked some.  I got up here and there to get some food and water in me.  James would make me sit on the couch and sleep sitting up so that I didn't lay down too soon.  He loves and cares about me but I also think he doesn't ever want to go through a night like that again.  I got up up mid afternoon so that I would be able to sleep that night.  And boy, did we both sleep!  It was so amazing.  Yesterday (Sunday) we still just kind of laid around taking it easy most of the day.  I took a shower and had really good intentions of getting ready but I ended up back in bed.  Finally we got up and went to Ikea to get Wyatt's dresser and BuyBuy Baby for his stroller/car seat travel system.  We got that for free.  I'm a gift card hoarder and I had like $200 saved up to Bed Bath & Beyond (thanks to a couple of years of my mom, James' mom and g-ma) so we just used that.  I like to use them on "rainy days" and that was perfect!  

James was hungry so we stopped by Fudrucker's (a hamburger place).  He ate a yummy looking turkey burger with sweet potato fries while I had some graham crackers and cantaloupe.  Talk about a sucky dinner compared to his but my heart didn't hurt so it was worth it.  

By the time we got home though, something was wrong... I had a low grade fever.  Where in the heck did this come from?  It's not often I get a fever and I hadn't had one since I'd become pregnant.  It only got up to 100.2 and it was gone by the time we went to bed at about 9:30.  I was freaking out that this was going to be emergency room visit #2 for the weekend.  I think I stuck that thermometer in my mouth every 5 minutes.  I also didn't want to call the on call doc again.  I already felt bad enough doing it at 6am on a Saturday morning and I knew we'd have to go on down to Parkland for this trip, if needed.  But like I said it's been gone since 9:30 last night and it's now 9 in the morning.  

That's a long weekend story!  I'm just happy we seem to have the heartburn under control and Wyatt is doing well.  I just wanted to leave you with a song that's been stuck in my head for a couple of weeks.  If you remember the show Ally McBeal, it's kind of been my "theme song".  I like to sing it and think about fighting for the Lord and how no matter what my path or story looks like, I am going to fight for Him and his glory and find joy in all situations.  He will not give me more then I can handle.  I could listen to this song all day long!  God is good no matter what!!! 

James and I go in tomorrow to see Dr. Lo tomorrow morning for our weekly check up!  Then I think I'm going to work with James and/or hanging out with a long time friend I haven't seen in forever!  :-)  

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