A year ago today…

After last week’s maternal fetal medicine appointment, I knew that my next OB appointment would end with scheduling our girl’s birthday. I had a funny feeling the weekend before the appointment and tried to tie up a few loose ends. My mom and I went shopping to find her “go home” outfit. The night before I had my mom help me arrange some furniture in the nursery and fold a few of the newborn size clothes. The night before my appointment my mom even snapped a few pictures of me and my belly. She commented on how cute I looked and insisted, despite my refusals. I’m so glad she did.

The night before I checked into the hospital.

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And it begins…

I haven’t kept up with this as frequently as I had hoped, so prepare yourself for a few “a year ago today…” posts over the next few weeks.

Let’s back up a little bit. Our first appointment with maternal fetal medicine was a year and two weeks ago. The ultrasound technician was incredible and even complimented the skill of the tech at our OB, as my vasa previa was not easy to spot. Unfortunately our meeting with the doctor was less than comforting. The doctor was almost dismissive of our concerns. He assured us that vasa previa and placenta previa resolve without intervention so often that we do not need to worry. He suggested we come back in a couple weeks to check things out. He said that if vasa previa was still apparent in a couple weeks my regular OB would begin performing non-stress tests twice a week until a c-section delivery. Phillip and I both walked out of that appointment a little bewildered, yet trying to trust in the process.

Fast forward to a year ago today. I hoped and prayed that we wouldn’t see the same doctor. Phillip and I had done some research and had several questions we knew we needed answers to. Thankfully none of that was needed. The ultrasound tech quickly confirmed that vasa previa was still present and a new doctor came to speak with us. This woman was so incredible that I still get tears in my eyes thinking about the conversation. She also confirmed vasa previa and told us she would suggest delivering at 36 weeks. I don’t even know how many questions I rattled off to her, between sobs, but she answered every single one of them. Our first relief came when she told us that our doctors would deliver based on her recommendation. The next came when she told us that our little girl already weighed 5 lbs 5 oz. She said that on average she should gain 1/2 lb each week until delivery and that she was very comfortable delivering a baby of her size early. Phillip and I walked out of the office in shock and disbelief, knowing our girl would be here in two weeks.

Beyond those feelings, I think this was the first time throughout the pregnancy that we felt like this might really be happening. We talked on the ride home about all the things we now had to rush to do. Put the crib together that I refused to take out of the box too soon. Get the changing table from my mom’s house. Wash all those clothes, unpack all those baby shower gifts. And I guess start packing our hospital bags. So, so many things that seemed so far off all of the sudden seemed so near.


It started with a salad

A year ago I spent the evening on my couch participating in an online class. We took a short break for dinner and I grabbed a salad that Phillip had made earlier. I love salads and remember feeling really full after a few bites. I couldn’t think of a time ever that I couldn’t finish my salad. I even thought, “I hope I’m not getting sick.” Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Continue reading

This year is different

This year is different. Today, October 15, there is an ache in my heart as I remember our sweet angel babies. A tiny bit of the sting has been taken away though. Last Thursday, October 6, Phillip and I welcomed Brooklyn Elizabeth into the world. She has filled every moment since with absolute joy. Continue reading

Pug Cuddles

For the past 4 years, December has been the hardest month of the year. My heart aches and I go numb. I remember what we lost 4 years ago, and then 3 years ago, and then a year ago. It can even be unconscious. I feel empty sometimes before I even realize why.

And then there is this…

At the end of the day, I go home to three adorable, sweet, and loving pugs. Their tails wag and they can’t contain their excitement every time I walk through the door (yeah, yeah, they do it for everyone, I know). This past semester was exhausting with school, work, and travel. I didn’t get nearly enough pug time, so I’m making up for it now. Exams ended a week ago and my winter break at work is about to begin, which means I’m going to get as much pug love as I can for the next few weeks!

Christmas is quickly approaching and pug cuddles are all Phillip and I need Santa to bring this year.