Beginning to see the Light

Wow. these past two weeks have been awful. Awful, awful, awful!

I've had some problems with contractions, bleeding, UTI, possible small kidney stones, and just plain old exhaustion. I feel like all of that is finally calming down (and my cold that I had during that time is gone too). While going through that, Daniel had to pull 12 hour days at work for a huge project. Even when he was home he was often at the computer working or checking his e-mails. Then on top of that, Nathan got sick with a diarrhea bug, which turned into a small cold, which turned into a double ear infection. I was put on temporary bed rest to control the contractions and feeling horrible I had to take care of a sick Nathan, which meant I wasn't doing bed rest at all. I needed help so very badly, but I don't feel right asking for child care when my child is sick (which is often when we all need the help the most, right?). Our house became a disaster zone. We had to cancel our Temple trip which depressed me. Our subletter fell through as well, so we are stuck paying mortgage and rent.

Everything peaked this week when Nathan's temperature spiked dangerously and screamed all day long. We took him to the doctor and got antibiotics for him (I hate antibiotics, especially for developing digestive systems like Nathan's). I am grateful for medications though because he is almost normal again. He is napping again and sleeping better at night (better than being up every hour on the hour). I felt extremely blessed that my bleeding calmed down quickly and contractions let up even though I couldn't take care of myself at all because Nathan had my whole attention. The pain I was in became bearable eventually. I felt the love of our Heavenly Father, knowing He was lifting me up and giving my body the help I needed to care for my family, even if I still felt like I was failing miserably.

Daniel's project should be turned in soon. I am feeling a lot better. Nathan just has to finish his course of antibiotics but he is better. Everything seemed to calm down all at once, just in time for General Conference weekend. Now if only the weather could make up its mind so we can get much needed grocery shopping done.

Peter has been great through this all. He never made me truly worry. In fact, I'm terribly sore all over because he kicks really hard all day long. He is constantly moving. 31+ weeks today. 9-11 more weeks till we meet this sweet boy. I am overjoyed feeling this baby. With how much I hate pregnancy, I love it as well and know what a blessing it is. My pregnancies are rough and scary, but I am eternally grateful that I am able to carry these children (even the ones I have lost are special to me).

We have nothing really ready for this baby yet. We don't need to do much, just dig out Nathan's old things really (which is scattered everywhere from the move). It's still going to take a lot of time and energy to collect and wash everything. We need to get diapers. We plan to cloth again eventually for Peter (Nathan is in disposables now). I don't like our washer and dryer and we need a water softener so I want to wait to cloth until we get that out of the way. We still haven't unpacked a couple of our rooms yet and our garage is a disaster. All stuff we want done before sweet Peter comes. Oh, and Daniel and I need more date nights haha (because we know those will be much fewer after the baby comes).

Thank you for all those who have prayed for us during these past weeks we have struggled. I know your prayers were heard. :)

27 weeks with Peter

27 weeks and tired. We chose to move during my second trimester with the hope that I would have more energy to get stuff done, but mostly the packing part was me sitting on the bed, drinking water (because contractions), and watching Daniel pack our belongings. Watching him pack was exhausting. The week of the move I helped a lot more and I did a lot of unpacking help...too much most likely. Then Daniel up and left me to fend for myself and take care of the new house with Nathan in tow and Peter kicking away all day and night (because, you know, job obligations). I'm tired. So...Very...Tired.

But! The move is done. We have a beautiful house and Nathan seems at home. In fact, I think he absolutely loves this place. He loves playing on our hard wood floors (and I cringe every time hoping the sippy cup he threw to the floor for the millionth time doesn't dent the floor), he loves his playroom, and he is eating more since we have settled down. It has been nice being able to get him back into a routine. I am able to remember to brush his teeth, I love cooking again (thus more food options for him), and the dogs have calmed down as well.

And by the time we are completely settled, Peter will come into this world loud and clear to happily disrupt our normal. Now we need to prepare for his arrival.

I have felt blessed during this pregnancy. With Nathan I had many random complications. I was in and out of labor and delivery and worried about making it to term. This baby I've had some problems, but I am able to do more. We are almost to the third trimester and every day he stays cooking is another great day! I have had lots of contractions this pregnancy, but I also have just started to be able to drink enough water to calm them down (leading me to believe they are from stress and dehydration more than anything more out of my control). I have also gone off zofran for almost 2 weeks! Glorious, glorious days of no zofran!!!! I still take unisom and b6 religiously, but one medication down, one more to go!!!

Viability Day and Our Name Choice!

I'm not going to write much. This weekend I've been feeling pretty out of it and hoping it's just a UTI I can get diagnosed at my doctors appointment tomorrow (Monday).

I have more milestones in a pregnancy than a normal one. My first milestone is making sure the baby is in my uterus and not ectopic. The second is to make sure after blood tests and ultrasounds that my baby is growing correctly and has a heartbeat in the first trimester. My next milestone is going off progesterone at 12 weeks pregnant. After that they are a little more normal, like when the baby first really starts to kick and when I start feeling like a human being again (which this last one takes longer than most people and I never am able to get off my meds...bummer).

My real next milestone is viability day. It's the day I finally can sit back and breathe. Many people have this day come and go and not realize it or care. For me, I celebrate. I even stayed up till midnight (not on purpose) and smiled, patted Peter and then was able to go to bed knowing that if something happened I could say I am 24 weeks along and doctors would try to give my child a chance at life. This pregnancy was a bit frustrating because my due date varies by nearly a week, so I could have been writing this earlier last week. I choose to go by my latest due date so that I can go as long as I can at the end of pregnancy without being pressured to induce.

Before viability day if people asked me about the pregnancy I would answer, but in the back of my head I would always add "if the baby is a take home baby." I guess I'm a bit of a downer when it comes to pregnancy. But at this stage I become much more positive and I actually start planning and dreaming. Luckily, Peter is bouncing away to reassure me. He likes to kick my bladder because he is still breech and has been thus far. I'm not terribly worried since he has lots of time to turn, but I don't want him to get comfortable being head up.

Oh, and I'm sure you noticed that we named him. I like to name my babies before they are born so that I can bond with them and I can talk about them like a human being that they are. I also think it makes the pregnancy more real for family and friends who live away from us (which is like, everyone). So this baby's name is Peter Myron Gunnell. Named after the apostle and one of Daniel's grandparents.

Unrelated baby news for those who don't ever see us include picking a doula (yay) and the fact that we will close on our first house at the end of this month (bonus, we have a spare room so please come visit)! News about Nathan: he says a ton of words now. I'm a little embarrassed that he says "don't touch that." He will be 17 months old in a few days and is a great joy in our lives. I am nervous but excited to see him as a big brother.

I guess I did write a lot for not feeling well. :) I guess I'm a talker.

20 Week Update Baby #2

I'm still feeling cruddy, BUT I feel like a human being again (on medications) and I will be forever grateful for that. I am feeling well enough to sit and enjoy this boy kicking me and think about when he will join our family. I am beginning to feel more bonded with him and we are occasionally thinking about names. We may have even picked his name already, but just waiting to see if it passes the test of daily use around the house. I can eat one meal a day at least but then I feel sick the rest of the day, but I am just happy to be able to eat and sometimes even drink part of the time. Acid reflux, like with Nathan, is already kicking my butt.

This pregnancy has also been difficult because I watch Nathan all day, but I love both my boys and I will do all I can for them (even if I am wiped out by noon). Nathan is growing up so fast. He knows about 40 signs now! I can't believe it! All that watching Signing Time while I was puking my guts out really worked out. It makes me feel like the TV time wasn't the end of the world because he gained a whole new way to communicate (just validating my mom guilt).

He also will tolerate and ask for Daniel Tiger now (thank goodness because I am bored of Signing Time). His favorite words are "up, bubbles, tuba, and yeah." He loves giving kisses and hugs and his favorite things in the world are the dogs. When he wakes up for a nap the first thing he asks for are the dogs. If the dogs aren't around he cries. He loves his dad and one of my favorite parts of the day is when Daniel comes home and the dogs go crazy and Nathan runs around the house like a crazy child yelling "DADA!" It melts my heart every time. He also likes watching football (Who's child is this?).

This week is going to be busy. We are waiting for news about a potential house, I have my anatomy scan, and I am starting my doula hunt. All exciting (and stressful) things!!!

All in all, I'm in love. My toddler is wonderful even when he is a handful. My growing baby is a blessing and miracle that I ponder about when I'm not chasing Nathan down the hall. And Daniel. Daniel is my support, my rock, and my life line. He has never failed to make me smile or even laugh when I feel like crying. He takes Nathan when I have had it physically, mentally, and emotionally for the day without complaint. He is more than I could have ever hoped for. I am grateful for my trials in life to bring me closer to my family and to Heavenly Father as well. I feel blessed during my trials and so very loved and guided.

One day I will get around to taking a belly picture...one day, but not this day, or tomorrow....

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We are beyond thrilled to announce we are having a..........

Hyperemesis Drama

What is hyperemeis gravidarum? That is the question I get the most these days. The simple definition that I tell most people is that it is extreme morning sickness. But that is by far the biggest understatement I've ever said. It feels almost like a lie.

So what is hyperemesis? It's feeling like death. It's a living hell. It's breathing and existing, but simultaneously not. It's being burdened with the largest amount of guilt. It's watching life move on without you. It's not being able to do what you enjoy. It's quite a lot like depression in that way.

But how do I really feel? My days often go like this: I wake up, I swallow whatever pills that I need to take in the morning, I pray that they stay down because the moment I leave my bedroom and step into the front room I am overwhelmed with the smell of my apartment and I can't stand it at all.

I sit on the couch while Daniel gets Nathan and himself ready for the day, He leaves for work by 9am because I spend a half hour telling him how miserable I am and how I want him to stay home because I can't do this alone another day, I complain that I've become the biggest whiner in the history of whiners, Daniel finally leaves, I attempt play with Nathan which ends up with me in a bucket or huddled against the couch praying that I won't throw up and that Nathan won't poop.

I change poopy diapers and throw it out on our balcony. I congratulate myself if I haven't thrown up yet, Nathan then begs me for signing time (he signs for it), I turn it on while feeling the guilt that he spends hours a day watching it (I'm sick of watching signing time), he watches me for most of the episodes because he likes me to sing and sign the songs and most times I try to do my best.

I try to put on a smile for my son. I end up crying with how overwhelmed I am with not being able to play or care for my son the way I should. I feed Nathan and try not to throw up while giving him foods then I bathe him because I can't stand the smell of food on him. I sit for an hour asking him to let me change his poopy diaper again but he refuses to let me change him without chasing him. Chasing him makes me sick.

I attempt to put him down for a nap which can take multiple attempts and when he is finally down he sleeps for half an hour and wakes up screaming. This kid has never been a great napper. I kiss his injuries, I hug him, I sing to him, I try to make life as normal as possible, I suck it up all for my son, and when Daniel comes home late I cry again.

When Daniel does come home I either sit on the couch trying not to talk (talking, movement, and light makes me sick) or enclose myself in my bedroom which means I am not seeing Nathan play and interact. Daniel does all the chores, errands, and care for Nathan when he is home. At night I gag down my cocktail of pills and try to sleep but I also worry about what the next day will hold.

A zofran day is nearly the same thing except I can play with Nathan just a little bit more. I can talk just a little bit more. I drink a little bit more. But zofran days have their own added bonuses of debilitating migraines and constipation (which is hard to fix when you can't eat or drink and stool softeners decide to not work very well). I go days off of zofran to help me feel better in those ways, but then I am not able to move or talk without being sick. I can't win.

I've decided that my next baby I am begging for iv therapy. I should of had that for this baby. I should be going to get iv fluids a couple times a week at least, but my experience at urgent care was so negative I can't bring myself to go there again.

Next to the guilt of not being able to care for my family is the feeling of inadequacy when I realize people think I have normal morning sickness. It seems like I am the only one who can't handle life and pregnancy. Even after I explain how I have felt for the past 15 weeks they still don't understand. No one can unless you have gone through this. I get a lot of "how are you feeling today" and "hope you feel better soon" like it's a cold. I get sick of telling people after this long that it isn't getting better. This question makes me feel like I am asking for attention or sympathy when I say I'm still not feeling well. It makes me feel like I am weak. I am NOT asking for attention. I am an introvert. I prefer to be alone, so it is so hard for me to ask for help and have people around all the time. Trust me, this is no where near attention seeking. I feel guilty asking for help.

Meals mean leftovers, which then means I can't go near the kitchen till they are gone or watch while it is being eaten. Though it is a double edged sword because meals feed my son and husband! I appreciate the meals we have received.

There are those who have come to help with Nathan for an hour or two here or there and I am grateful, bonus points to those who don't make me feel like I am useless and uplift me instead! I love those who have dropped by (with a text or call) and given me things I need without me asking! The beauty of doing service for someone without being asked! Seriously it makes my day and makes me feel loved! I've felt isolated and alone and like a nuisance so any help from people without me asking is welcomed.

I'm praying I will begin to feel better by the beginning of January. I need to come to terms that this pregnancy is harder than it was with Nathan. I need to come to terms that I am alone in this other than my wonderful husband, the few people who have shown compassion, and our Heavenly Father.

Daniel asked me if I would change anything we did. No. Every pregnancy was planned for. All five of them. It hasn't been easy for me constantly being pregnant and losing babies. It's not easy not being able to enjoy the pregnancies that do become successful ones. My body is tired. My heart is tired.

I am grateful for this little baby growing inside me everyday. I think of my friends who have struggled more than me everyday and feel awful for complaining. I know the gift I have.

We just need love. Help us to feel loved. That's all we ask, because right now I feel like I am drowning.

12 weeks and miserable

I’ve been asked a couple times lately about whether or not I’ve been blogging this pregnancy like I did with Nathaniel. I haven’t, but I should because I put these blog posts in my journal when I don’t get the chance to write. And today I looked back at my blog posts from my last successful pregnancy to gauge when my hyperemesis became livable and was saddened to see that I didn’t post progress till 18 to 20 weeks pregnant (while still being medicated).

But if I hadn’t blogged I wouldn’t have remembered when my silver lining might return (though every pregnancy is different). I read back to when I stopped progesterone with Nathan, confiding my worries for miscarriage and my hopes of feeling better off the hormones, but it seems the same as last time, I still feel like hell.

This pregnancy is different though because I was high risk through most of the first trimester due to my ectopic pregnancy last June (2015) and my miscarriage history. The moment my pregnancy test showed an inkling of a positive I got an appointment with my new doctors. These doctors recently had three patients with rupturing ectopic pregnancies this past summer, so when I mentioned that word, they began game planning on my care. They took my blood every two days for a while to monitor my hcg. They also threatened many times with removing my right tube if my pregnancy was located there again. The first blood draw resulted in a mere 7 (barely considered pregnant). The doctor called and told me he was trying to be optimistic, but he was worried about chemical pregnancy or ectopic. He said if the pregnancy ended in miscarriage I would get a full work up to see what was causing my problems, so even if this pregnancy turned south, I would have care provided and plans set in place.

My next blood draw my numbers were 35, more than doubled in two days! Things were looking up. My next blood draw after that my hcg was 260! More than doubling again! So a week later we scheduled my first ultrasound to determine the location of the baby.

I always get nervous for ultrasounds. I’ve not had many happy ones. I’ve seen my babies with strong heartbeats, only to lose them shortly later. My only happy ultrasounds were with Nathan and they felt foreign AKA normal. The day of this ultrasound I was stressed. I cried. I snapped at Nathan (it was not a good mom day).  I cried some more because of mom guilt. I kept saying “I don’t want to know if this pregnancy is in the correct spot or not, but I need to know, but I don’t want to know!” I was a mess.

The baby measured a week behind, but was in my uterus. So happy, but sad news since all the babies I’ve lost to miscarriage have measured behind (but I have a severely retroverted uterus and even with a transvaginal ultrasound it was still difficult to get measurements).  The next ultrasound was scheduled and I cried again before that appointment, but our baby (measuring 6w6d) had a heartbeat! This bean still measured behind, but was catching up. The next ultrasound was at 8w5d and the baby’s heartbeat was 170! He was still behind but not by much and my fears were lifted a bit. 

Since then I’ve had IV fluids, thrown up more times than I can count, and feel absolutely miserable. I recently went off my progesterone hormone supplements (which is a worrying time for me).

Today I checked for my baby’s heartbeat on my home Doppler. I was greeted with a beautiful sound. I am extremely sick with this baby, more so than I was with Nathan. I can’t get up or move without feeling sick, but to hear that little ‘thump thump thump’ was music to my sick and tired ears. I've also felt this baby since 9 weeks (small, barely noticeable flutters). Since 11 weeks (the time I was in Washington to visit family) I have actually been woken up with a strong (but rare) kick or two. And in the past few days I feel taps off and on all day. I love feeling the baby early!

I have been given dates for my due date ranging from June 1^st to June 4^th. I’ve chosen to go by the latter date in order to give my baby more time to grow at the end of my pregnancy just in case there is talk of induction. So going by that date I am 12w1d.