Friday, February 17, 2012
The one reason why I prefer the south over the north... being sick!
When we moved from NY to TN I noticed that we NEVER got sick living in the South. I would always see that people in NY were sick all the time and I remember being sick a lot as well. Then we moved back up here and I was really worried about it, especially having a preemie. Well my son is 6 months old and about a week and a half ago became sick for the first time since being born. :( He was really bad to the point where I took him to the ER. He was so congested and could barely breath. They thought he might have a little pneumonia so they put him on antibiotics. They chose to send us to Strong Hospital in Rochester as well because his bloodwork came back with a low hematocrit. They are thinking that maybe he's just anemic and needs iron. At Rochester they diagnosed him with RSV and said he doesn't have pneumonia. So he was taken off the antibiotics because RSV can't be treated with medicine. Now a week and a half later we are finally to the point where he only has a little cough. It was the most miserable time. My little boy is normally the happiest baby ever and he wouldn't even smile a little when he was sick:( I'm so glad to be past it all. We go back to have his blood redrawn in about a week to check on the hematocrit. If it stays about the same then it means he's just a little anemic. However if not we will have to look into other possible reasons.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Happy 3rd Birthday to Chevelle and 6 months to baby Donnie
Time is going by too fast and my little girl is already 3.!!! My preemie baby boy is already half a year old<3 Here is a look back at the time...
Chevelle Nichole
Donald Terry 3rd
Mommy Loves you both very much<3 You continue to amaze me everyday
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
I know the bad name that is given to teen parents. I've heard it all. I'm not here to say that all of it isn't true. I just think people need to not judge by age and instead look at each individual. I do know some teenage parents that shouldn't necessarily be a parent, but I also know some 30 year olds' that also should not be parents. Here is my journey up until now:)
I met my high school sweetheart and now husband at the beginning of my junior year. We started hanging out often and he asked me out. We instantly had a connection and fell in love. Things moved pretty quickly for us because we knew what we wanted. I had always wanted a family and never cared to go through that party stage that most go through out of high school. I remember him asking me to marry him and that was honestly the happiest I EVER thought I could be. We found out I was pregnant and we married on June 28, 2006.That day I could not stop smiling, knowing I got to spend the rest of my life with the man that made me happy like no other. We were both 17 years old. He graduated and started working as a mechanic to support our growing little family<3
We found out in September that our daughter was going to be born with a cleft lip and palate. As a young first time parent you would think this would be difficult news to take. For some it really is...for me it was not. I knew I would love my little girl just the same. On February 1, 2007 I was induced because my daughter was 5 days overdue. I came in the morning and got pitocin. They broke my water around 1, and the contractions finally started. She was born at 6:13p.m. after a 5hr. labor weighing 8lbs 7oz 20 1/2inches. The most beautiful baby girl I had ever seen. Being a mommy came really naturally to me. It was and still is what I live for. I graduated high school with high honors and an advanced regents diploma.
In 2008 we found out we were pregnant with our second child and due on February 10th. We were very excited and I admit I was a little sad at the thought of it not being just my daughter and I anymore. On February 5th, my daughter was running a fever and a little sick so I layed on the couch with her all day long. I'm so glad I spent that day just being with her, because that night I was laying in bed and my water broke. I called my husband to come get me and we rushed to the hospital. Chevelle Nichole was born 2 1/2hours after my water broke at 11:57 p.m.. 7lbs 6oz. 19inches and perfect<3
When she was around 7 months old I went to nursing school for my LPN. That was one of the toughest years for me. I was very sad being away from girls and it just really wasn't what I wanted. I honestly felt like I did it due to the pressure of "becoming somebody." I graduated and got my LPN. I worked for a few months and was very depressed the whole time. I figured out that I was somebody. I was a mommy and a housewife and thats what I loved being. My husband completely supported my decision to be home with our kids. He has always supported our family financially and I am very lucky to have him.
In 2011 we found out we were pregnant again:) Everybody of course was asking if we wanted our boy this time. We both said that would be fine but we were kind of wishing for another little girl:) I however knew from the beginning it was a boy because it was completely different from my girl pregnancies. I also had some complications this time. At 12wks I had very heavy bleeding and thought I was miscarrying. They never knew what it came from because it eventually stopped. At 14 weeks I had some spotting. The around 27 weeks I started feeling like something was wrong. I could feel that he was VERY low and I knew it wasn't normal. I also had some bleeding and lots of contractions every day. I went to the doctor a few times but they thought I was paranoid and never really listened to me. On August 4th, my water broke. I was 29 wks. 3days along. We rushed to the hospital in fear and the doctor told me I had a slight fever so I probably had an infection and they wanted to get him out as soon as possible. They gave me a steroid shot for his lungs and eventually gave me pitocin because my contractions weren't really picking up. On August 5th at 1:37 a.m. Donald Terry Jones 3rd was born at 3lbs 4oz 14 1/2inches and he was crying. It was the sound that brought the most joy to my heart at that moment. They let me take one quick picture with him (with the nurse holding him) and quickly rushed him away. Even thinking about it now brings tears to my eyes.
He was a fighter from the beginning. He was only on CPAP for less than a day and than moved over to nasal cannula. The next month and a half was very difficult. We could rarely visit him together because we had our girls and didn't want to leave them too often with family. Daddy would usually visit him at night and I would usually visit him in the day. He was only allowed to be held once a day. I was very determined to breastfeed , so I had to pump every 3hrs. This was very difficult to find the time in between going to the hospital and spending time with my girls. I had a great supply though and he had a perfect latch when it came time to breastfeed. I will never forget the day they told me they put formula with my breastmilk in his bottle to "up" his calories. I was devestated and I bawled like a baby. I talked to the LC and we tried making it so I could pump only my hindmilk to him which has more fat. This didn't work out to well because I couldn't get enough. So I eventually let them do the breastmilk with formula because I didn't want to be the reason he wasn't gaining. He was in the NICU for 40 days when they finally told me he could come home. I remember the joy and terrified feelings I had as I drove him home. I felt like I was taking care of a baby for the first time, because in the NICU I never really got to "take care" of him. They told me I would have to supplement at home as well, however a week after being home my milk supply was dropping from pumping. So I EBF from that moment on and he gained more weight that way than he did on the supplement.
I am now 22 and have been married to my high school sweetheart for 5 1/2 years. My oldest daughter turned 5 years old today. I can't even believe it has been that long. In 4 days my other daughter will be 3 and my son will be 6 months old. The time really does fly by too fast. I couldn't ask for a better life. I find all the love from my children and my adoring husband. I'm not saying it hasn't been hard at times. There are times I wonder how I'm going to get through the next few hours let alone the next few days. Everything tends to work out in some funny way. This is my life and I thank God for it<3
I met my high school sweetheart and now husband at the beginning of my junior year. We started hanging out often and he asked me out. We instantly had a connection and fell in love. Things moved pretty quickly for us because we knew what we wanted. I had always wanted a family and never cared to go through that party stage that most go through out of high school. I remember him asking me to marry him and that was honestly the happiest I EVER thought I could be. We found out I was pregnant and we married on June 28, 2006.That day I could not stop smiling, knowing I got to spend the rest of my life with the man that made me happy like no other. We were both 17 years old. He graduated and started working as a mechanic to support our growing little family<3
We found out in September that our daughter was going to be born with a cleft lip and palate. As a young first time parent you would think this would be difficult news to take. For some it really is...for me it was not. I knew I would love my little girl just the same. On February 1, 2007 I was induced because my daughter was 5 days overdue. I came in the morning and got pitocin. They broke my water around 1, and the contractions finally started. She was born at 6:13p.m. after a 5hr. labor weighing 8lbs 7oz 20 1/2inches. The most beautiful baby girl I had ever seen. Being a mommy came really naturally to me. It was and still is what I live for. I graduated high school with high honors and an advanced regents diploma.
In 2008 we found out we were pregnant with our second child and due on February 10th. We were very excited and I admit I was a little sad at the thought of it not being just my daughter and I anymore. On February 5th, my daughter was running a fever and a little sick so I layed on the couch with her all day long. I'm so glad I spent that day just being with her, because that night I was laying in bed and my water broke. I called my husband to come get me and we rushed to the hospital. Chevelle Nichole was born 2 1/2hours after my water broke at 11:57 p.m.. 7lbs 6oz. 19inches and perfect<3
When she was around 7 months old I went to nursing school for my LPN. That was one of the toughest years for me. I was very sad being away from girls and it just really wasn't what I wanted. I honestly felt like I did it due to the pressure of "becoming somebody." I graduated and got my LPN. I worked for a few months and was very depressed the whole time. I figured out that I was somebody. I was a mommy and a housewife and thats what I loved being. My husband completely supported my decision to be home with our kids. He has always supported our family financially and I am very lucky to have him.
In 2011 we found out we were pregnant again:) Everybody of course was asking if we wanted our boy this time. We both said that would be fine but we were kind of wishing for another little girl:) I however knew from the beginning it was a boy because it was completely different from my girl pregnancies. I also had some complications this time. At 12wks I had very heavy bleeding and thought I was miscarrying. They never knew what it came from because it eventually stopped. At 14 weeks I had some spotting. The around 27 weeks I started feeling like something was wrong. I could feel that he was VERY low and I knew it wasn't normal. I also had some bleeding and lots of contractions every day. I went to the doctor a few times but they thought I was paranoid and never really listened to me. On August 4th, my water broke. I was 29 wks. 3days along. We rushed to the hospital in fear and the doctor told me I had a slight fever so I probably had an infection and they wanted to get him out as soon as possible. They gave me a steroid shot for his lungs and eventually gave me pitocin because my contractions weren't really picking up. On August 5th at 1:37 a.m. Donald Terry Jones 3rd was born at 3lbs 4oz 14 1/2inches and he was crying. It was the sound that brought the most joy to my heart at that moment. They let me take one quick picture with him (with the nurse holding him) and quickly rushed him away. Even thinking about it now brings tears to my eyes.
He was a fighter from the beginning. He was only on CPAP for less than a day and than moved over to nasal cannula. The next month and a half was very difficult. We could rarely visit him together because we had our girls and didn't want to leave them too often with family. Daddy would usually visit him at night and I would usually visit him in the day. He was only allowed to be held once a day. I was very determined to breastfeed , so I had to pump every 3hrs. This was very difficult to find the time in between going to the hospital and spending time with my girls. I had a great supply though and he had a perfect latch when it came time to breastfeed. I will never forget the day they told me they put formula with my breastmilk in his bottle to "up" his calories. I was devestated and I bawled like a baby. I talked to the LC and we tried making it so I could pump only my hindmilk to him which has more fat. This didn't work out to well because I couldn't get enough. So I eventually let them do the breastmilk with formula because I didn't want to be the reason he wasn't gaining. He was in the NICU for 40 days when they finally told me he could come home. I remember the joy and terrified feelings I had as I drove him home. I felt like I was taking care of a baby for the first time, because in the NICU I never really got to "take care" of him. They told me I would have to supplement at home as well, however a week after being home my milk supply was dropping from pumping. So I EBF from that moment on and he gained more weight that way than he did on the supplement.
I am now 22 and have been married to my high school sweetheart for 5 1/2 years. My oldest daughter turned 5 years old today. I can't even believe it has been that long. In 4 days my other daughter will be 3 and my son will be 6 months old. The time really does fly by too fast. I couldn't ask for a better life. I find all the love from my children and my adoring husband. I'm not saying it hasn't been hard at times. There are times I wonder how I'm going to get through the next few hours let alone the next few days. Everything tends to work out in some funny way. This is my life and I thank God for it<3
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