#2 Brings Even More Blue

It's a boy! I don't think I can adequately explain how excited I am for another little boy. Logistically, it obviously makes my life easier since I already have boy clothes, and toys, and accessories. But even more than that, I'm so excited for Seth to have a little brother, to have two little boys running amuck in the house.

We found out really early. I was only 13 weeks when they called with the gender results. They have this new blood test where they draw a little bit from you, and are able to determine the chromosomes of the baby. They check for any chromosomal defects and can tell you if your baby has XY or XX chromosomes. Pretty amazing.

Leading up to the test I was feeling pretty sure that it was going to be a girl. I even had the perfect name already picked out. (Which I still love and am saving for the day a little pink might enter our lives.) Jason was also thinking it was going to be a girl. When the nurse called me with the results, I asked her to tell me the results of the chromosomal defects and then call back and leave a voicemail with the gender, so Jason and I could listen to it together after work.

That notification tormented me all day long. And I told Jason to drive home as fast as he could. The moment he walked in the door, we played the voicemail on speaker and heard the nurse tell us that is was a BOY! We were both shocked and so excited. Let's be honest, we would have been thrilled either way. But after being so sure that it was a girl, it was really fun to imagine what it would be like with another little boy in the house.

So now the torturous part of coming up with a boy name that Jason and I agree on begins. We have vastly different opinions when it comes to boy names. And since Seth's name was Jason's #1 pick last time, I feel like I get a trump card with this one. Right?



16 weeks with #2

And now for a very long story about finding out. There are many mentions of periods (or the lack there of, so if that makes you squeamish, proceed with caution.)

Getting pregnant with Seth was a struggle. Ovulation just doesn't come natural to me, and after exhausting a lot of the typical fertility drugs, we were one cycle away from moving on to IVF. Luckily, the second IUI attempt took, and held, and brought us Seth.

Near the end of December, after Seth had turned one, I started feeling like it was time to see a doctor about getting the fertility process started again for baby #2. I hadn't had a period in 4 months, and knew that if nothing else, I needed to get that taken care of. I went into this prepared for a year to two year long process, so I wanted to start slow. I asked my doctor if I could just start with Metformin, a drug they use to treat PCOS, but not an actual fertility drug. I wanted to get acclimated to that drug before adding in any additional fertility drugs to see if the Metformin gave Clomid and the other fertility drugs a better shot than they had last time.

My doctor prescribed the Metformin, along with a drug to induce a period, since going many months without one is not a healthy thing to do. I remember her telling me I should get a period within two weeks. I was on the drug for a week, and a week later nothing had happened. I thought that maybe I'd misheard the doctor and that I should get a period two weeks after finishing the medication. So I waited another week. And still nothing. By then, I was deep into taking the Metformin and feeling unbelievably nauseous and miserable and nauseous (worse than any pregnancy nausea I had ever experienced with Seth). I called my doctor to ask her when I should expect a period because at this point, I had no clue, and mostly to tell her that the Metformin was brutal and I needed to reduce the dosage.

I was surprised when she was surprised that I hadn't had a period yet. Not having a period is normal to me though, so my immediate thought was that something was wrong with me and this just went right along with the pattern. She said we should do some labs to figure out what is wrong, but asked that before we do the labs, I take a pregnancy test. I scoffed at this idea. The cause of the mysteriously absent period is not due to pregnancy, because for me, it never is. I'd taken a pregnancy test a few months ago when my period failed to return after seeing it resurface briefly after I stopped nursing, and as usual, I'd gotten those hopes up. It's those hopes that you tell yourself to keep down, but rise exponentially as the seconds tick by while you wait to check the stick for two little lines. Well after taking two just to be sure a few months ago, I was not interested in inviting that briefly lived hope back into my life. I told her I'd call her back in a bit with negative results so we could schedule the labs.

I was working from home this day, and had an errand to run at lunch time. On our way home, Seth and I stopped by a drug store to grab a pregnancy test. Once we got home... I stalled. I put Seth down for a nap. I got some work done. I picked up toys off the ground. Then I decided that I should just take it. And then I realized I should probably drink a gallon of water.

So I take the test. And my mind started doing that mean trick. The one where you start thinking.. well maybe? You see, after going through the fertility treatments the first time around, I started getting pretty good at noticing signs of ovulation. They didn't happen very often, so it was clear when things seemed different. Well, a few weeks prior to this test taking, I had noticed those signs. I thought that was interesting, but didn't pay much attention to it because I wasn't in that "trying to conceive" place yet. I hadn't even gone to my first doctor's appointment. It was going to be the very next day. When I went to see the doctor the next day to ask to be put on Metformin, she mentioned that it looked like I was likely ovulating. Again, interesting. But again, I wasn't "trying" yet. I was "preparing" to start "trying" soon. So as I'm waiting for those minutes to tick by, my mean mind is telling me that it.. is.. possible. But I've seen my fair share of negative tests, so I tried to keep my emotions balanced and ready for the inevitable.

I went to check on the test, and at first glance, I saw one big bold pink line. "Nope," I thought. "Not pregnant." I leaned down to pick it up and realized, there was actually a faint line next to it. This was the moment when my mouth dropped and my hand jumped to cover my shock. And I just stood there. So still. Whispering to myself, "pregnant... I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant!" Jason would be home in 2 hours, and would react very similarly to me. Utter shock. Utter joy. The realization and relief that this time we got to skip out on the stressful ups and downs of "trying", and the cost of fertility drugs.

When we struggled getting pregnant with Seth, so many people told us they knew someone who went through that with their first and then didn't have any trouble with their second. I'd hoped that would be the case, but was skeptical, and for that reason, decided not to return to any preventative measures after Seth was born. Which means that after I stopped nursing Seth, over the course of 5 months, I likely ovulated just once. And amazingly, once was all it took.


The NICU Stay

This has been sitting in my drafts for over a year so I figured it was time to hit publish.

Oh the NICU. What a wonderful and terrible place.

While I was in the labor and delivery room, someone from the NICU came to talk to us. She told us all of the things that a 33 week old baby may struggle with and the things they would keep an eye on while he was in the NICU. There were three main things they mentioned he needed to do before he could go home: maintain his body temp, be able to eat on his own, and go 5 days without any large drops in his heart-rate. Of course there were many other little things they'd be keeping an eye on, but those were the big three. We were told to expect him to be in the NICU until his due date, January 31st.

After Seth arrived, I was able to hold him for a bit, but he was quickly whisked off to the NICU. He was put on a CPAP machine right away, so when I was finally able to get to the NICU, it was hard to see his little face. My niece Lucy was heartbroken that she wasn't able to come into the NICU to see him, so we Facetimed with her while she was on the other side of the doors and she squealed over and over again, "Oh he is so cuuuute!" I was sure glad she thought so, because from where I was sitting, I could only see a third of his face.

By the next morning, he was off the CPAP and on low flow oxygen. For the first few days, his temperature was a little low and his billirubin numbers started to be a concern. He was transferred into an isolette to go under the lights for his jaundice. He had an IV in that had to be moved to a new location often. Holding him was a juggle of tubing and wires and that's how we learned to nurse. Twas fun.

Actually, that whole part was really easy. Seth was a champion nurser. When he was awake. But he still slept through so many of his feed times, they continued to give him his full amount through a feeding tube.

It was hard being discharged from the hospital, and while they did have rooms available for parents of NICU babies, I could never sleep there. I wanted to be there as much as possible, so I'd be at the NICU from 8:30am to 10:30pm. We'd usually get home after 11. I'd pump at midnight, 3 AM, and 6 AM and then get ready to head back to the hospital.

He was in the NICU over Christmas and New Years. Christmas was really hard. It didn't really feel like Christmas at all. I just wanted to have my baby home with me. Though, New Years was a little better.

Even though they told me to plan on being there until his due date, he seemed to be making good progress. Twice I asked when he'd be able to go home. And both times, I got no indication that he'd be out of there any time soon. Finally after the holidays were over, I started to get a handle on the NICU. I had a good schedule. My hormones weren't playing funny tricks on me. I walked in to the hospital on January 2nd feeling good. And ready to enjoy my day sitting by Seth's hospital crib. During rounds that morning, our favorite nurse gave the doctor Seth's stats. He's handling all of his feeds, digesting well, gaining weight, and hasn't had a drop in his heart rate in over 5 days.

Everyone smiled. He was doing great.

"Well what's he even doing here," I joked.

"Yeah, he can go home today." the doctor joked? He was joking right?

One of the NPs interrupted, mentioning there was still a shot and a procedure he still needed.

"Tomorrow then," the doctor said.

The group made some notes and were set to move on to the next patient. But I was a little confused, and I wanted to be clear.

"I'm sorry, what's happening tomorrow?"

Was it the shot? Was is the procedure? Would they need to monitor him for a few more days?

"You can bring him home," the doctor chuckled. The nurses, NPs, and RTs all smiled.

Finally, someone had given me a date. Unfortunately, I wasn't quite ready.

So after quietly cheering and hugging Seth's nurse, I ran off to get the one thing that I needed other than the doctor's go ahead to bring him home. A carseat.