Gah, my incision has started to ooze. Not a lot, but enough to get my ass worried. I need to wash clothes, then I'll visit the Immediate Care. I'm sure I'll wind up with some stitches, but it's better than an infection. Ick.
I've been awake since 5:30AM, and out of bed since 6:30AM. I woke up to pee (flashback,) then couldn't go back to sleep. I also had heartburn. I woke up with heartburn yesterday, too, and felt like I was going to yak all day long. Of course, I'm terrified I'm pregnant again. Yeah, I know I was spayed, but wouldn't that be just my luck?
So yeah, I get to visit my two favorite places today; the laundrymat (yes, I know I spelled it incorrectly) and Immediate Care. OK, so the Immediate Care isn't the hospital, but it's close enough to qualify. How will I be able to handle the Canfield Swap Meet after such excitement?
Got a new cell phone yesterday and I want to ram it up someone's ass. It keeps alerting me to an "Instant Message Occurance," but won't allow me to sign on and check the IM. So, if you're IM'ing me and I'm not replying, that's why. I'm not really online and my stupid phone won't let me check the message.
Guess I should stop stalling and get my ass in gear.
That is all.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Thursday, April 27, 2006
About Time For An Update
This is going to consist of a ton of ramblings, so bear with me. See what happens when you folks wish for an update?
I can't believe Morgan and I are parents. Even though Viktor doesn't live with us, he's still our son and we're still his birth parents. We love him just as much as if we'd kept him, maybe even more, and we still think about him/talk about him every day. He'll always be a part of our lives, and we'll always be a part of his. I'm sure our first visit on May 6th will be hard, but I'm glad for the chance to see him. I hope it's a nice day so I can take him for a walk around their neighborhood. I have tons of photos of him, with 4 in the living room, but photos just aren't enough for me. I need to see him, hold him and maybe even change his diaper again. Every day I wish we hadn't given him up, but then every day I know we made the right decision to do so. Knowing it was the right decision doesn't make it any easier, though.
I drove the red RS (Money Pit) to Wal-Mart this evening. Morgan and I went to the dragstrip on Saturday, and the car pulled a pitiful 16.9 quarter mile time. It was sure quicker than that tonight; too bad I wasn't at Dragway 42.
This weekend we're busy little bees. Saturday we're going to a swap meet in Canfield, Sunday we're going to Quaker Steak and Lube in Valley View for a 3rd Gen FBody meet up, and I think we're doing something Friday too, but I can't remember right now. Anyway, yeah, we're busy this weekend and that's fine. It's good to keep the mind occupied.
I had my first check up today with Dr. Jag. My incision is healing "beautifully" and the pain I'm having in on my right side is totally normal. I guess I have some scar tissue at my right ovary from the tubal, and there's still substantial swelling on the right side. The pain is from the scar tissue, swelling and my uterus shrinking. By my next (and last) check up on June 7 I should be back to normal. The only problem is one of my steristrips was pulled loose by my clothes. When it pulled off, it ripped the incision underneath, so I have a small area of the incision that's ripped open a little bit. The weird thing is the rip doesn't bleed, ooze or anything else. That's good, but strange. If it hasn't healed on its own in 2 weeks, I'm having a couple stitches put in to help it along. Tomorrow, I have to soak my belly until I can remove the 8 remaining strips without pulling on my skin while snatching them off. Sounds like an exciting way to spend my Thursday.
My brain stopped working about 30 minutes ago; finally, 3 hours later, the Motrin is kicking in. I am out of my prescription 600MG pills, so I had to go to Wal-Mart and buy a 100 count bottle of Motrin. I'm taking them 6 at a time, so yes, I needed the 100 count bottle.
That is all.
I can't believe Morgan and I are parents. Even though Viktor doesn't live with us, he's still our son and we're still his birth parents. We love him just as much as if we'd kept him, maybe even more, and we still think about him/talk about him every day. He'll always be a part of our lives, and we'll always be a part of his. I'm sure our first visit on May 6th will be hard, but I'm glad for the chance to see him. I hope it's a nice day so I can take him for a walk around their neighborhood. I have tons of photos of him, with 4 in the living room, but photos just aren't enough for me. I need to see him, hold him and maybe even change his diaper again. Every day I wish we hadn't given him up, but then every day I know we made the right decision to do so. Knowing it was the right decision doesn't make it any easier, though.
I drove the red RS (Money Pit) to Wal-Mart this evening. Morgan and I went to the dragstrip on Saturday, and the car pulled a pitiful 16.9 quarter mile time. It was sure quicker than that tonight; too bad I wasn't at Dragway 42.
This weekend we're busy little bees. Saturday we're going to a swap meet in Canfield, Sunday we're going to Quaker Steak and Lube in Valley View for a 3rd Gen FBody meet up, and I think we're doing something Friday too, but I can't remember right now. Anyway, yeah, we're busy this weekend and that's fine. It's good to keep the mind occupied.
I had my first check up today with Dr. Jag. My incision is healing "beautifully" and the pain I'm having in on my right side is totally normal. I guess I have some scar tissue at my right ovary from the tubal, and there's still substantial swelling on the right side. The pain is from the scar tissue, swelling and my uterus shrinking. By my next (and last) check up on June 7 I should be back to normal. The only problem is one of my steristrips was pulled loose by my clothes. When it pulled off, it ripped the incision underneath, so I have a small area of the incision that's ripped open a little bit. The weird thing is the rip doesn't bleed, ooze or anything else. That's good, but strange. If it hasn't healed on its own in 2 weeks, I'm having a couple stitches put in to help it along. Tomorrow, I have to soak my belly until I can remove the 8 remaining strips without pulling on my skin while snatching them off. Sounds like an exciting way to spend my Thursday.
My brain stopped working about 30 minutes ago; finally, 3 hours later, the Motrin is kicking in. I am out of my prescription 600MG pills, so I had to go to Wal-Mart and buy a 100 count bottle of Motrin. I'm taking them 6 at a time, so yes, I needed the 100 count bottle.
That is all.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Ick
Well now, don't I feel like a pile of dogshit? I ache all over, almost like I have the flu. So yeah, I'm totally not in the mood to blog.
I have to go to school today to re-register for classes. You know, since they kicked me out when I was in the hospital the first time. Thankfully the longest Morgan and I will have to stay at Brown Mackie is until August, then we'll transfer to Stark State. We'd like to transfer in June, but I don't think everything'll be in order by then. It may be, but probably not. Anyway, so I have to re-register and I'll return to school May 1st, but Morgan and I won't be in the same classes anymore. Gah, I hate that school.
That is all.
I have to go to school today to re-register for classes. You know, since they kicked me out when I was in the hospital the first time. Thankfully the longest Morgan and I will have to stay at Brown Mackie is until August, then we'll transfer to Stark State. We'd like to transfer in June, but I don't think everything'll be in order by then. It may be, but probably not. Anyway, so I have to re-register and I'll return to school May 1st, but Morgan and I won't be in the same classes anymore. Gah, I hate that school.
That is all.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Friday, April 14, 2006
Recovery & Birth Story
Well, I'm slowly recovering. Wednesday I was doing really well, then yesterday my incision started hurting again. It feels as though it's ripping open, and even though it isn't, the sensation isn't fun. It only happens when I try to get out of bed, so I'm all right throughout the day. I drove two days after I got home (that would have been Tuesday,) and I've went all over town since then. I have no pain when I drive, and I can actually get in/out of the car easier than when I was pregnant (no crotch pain anymore.) I'm sure the pain meds have a lot to do with my comfort, but I've went from 2 every 4 hours to one every 8 hours. I'm on OxyContin; why, I have no idea. I'm also on prescription Motrin which amounts to one 600MG tablet. The OxyContin really threw me, though. Not to mention kicked my ass. So yeah, by this time next week I should be back to normal.
I had a job interview yesterday but it sucked. There were 8 other women being interviewed at the same time, for the same position (how tacky.) I had to wear jeans because, even though I've lost weight, my lower belly is still swelled from the c-section and none of my work clothes fit. I explained this to the interviewer over the phone, and again in person, but I'm sure I won't get the job. Most of the other candidates looked older, and were probably laid off from Diebold/Hoover/etc. I don't stand a chance.
I finally typed up a short birth story for Viktor's online photo nursery thing. It's below for everyone who didn't receive the access code to his online nursery (I'm not posting it for the world to see. If you'd like the code email me with who you are and I'll probably send it to you.)
I should get ready to leave. My Mom and I are going to Bath and Body Works and I have the 5th set of photos in two days to pick up from Wal-Mart. Yes, I'm one of those women now...
Viktor's Birth Story (The Abridged Version)
I was blessed with a c-section delivery. On Wednesday the 5th I had an appointment with the maternal fetal specialists to determine if Viktor's lungs were developed enough for delivery. The amnio results were 65 negative, and I was told I'd have to wait at least 4 or 5 days for him to be born. I went home, told Morgan and we decided to go to Summit Racing. While at Summit, I was sitting in the car eating and decided to check the answering machine messages. There was a message from Dr. Jagadeesan saying she consulted with Dr. Krew and he gave the OK for me to deliver the next day at 3PM! I freaked out and called Morgan while he was inside Summit Racing. How fitting he found out, while amongst car parts, when his son would be born! I called my Mom (who was at work) then called Brian, Stacey and Kendra so they could prepare for Viktor's arrival.
11AM Thursday Morgan and I arrived at Labor and Delivery. Some of my nurses were there, and were excited the time had finally come. I was stuck in a room, where Shawn (mean nurse) was my nurse. I had all of my favorite people there, which made me less nervous. Shawn started my IV while they monitored Viktor's heart rate. My Mom and Uncle Bob were there, Brian and Stacey arrived around 1PM and Kendra arrived around 1:30PM. At 3:10PM I was carted into the OR, and Morgan was stuck in an adjacent room to "suit up." I wish he could have been in the OR while I was being prepped (and getting the spinal) but he couldn't. The spinal was no big deal at all, and it was immediate (they weren't kidding!) My nurse anesthetist was so awesome and nice, he was great during the whole delivery. Morgan was finally allowed into the OR, and the delivery began. Viktor didn't want to be born, though, so Dr. Jag and Dr. Johnston had quite the time getting him out. It took a little longer than usual, but Viktor was finally born at 3:49PM. He scored a 7 on his one minute Apgar and a 9 on his five minute Apgar.Upon being thouroughly inspected by the nurses (they were rough, too!) he was pronounced healthy and Morgan could hold him and check him out. I'd performed the finger/toe check when they first took him out, and was relieved to see him wiggling around and to hear him crying. After I was stitched up, I was wheeled to the recovery room. I was in the OR roughly 2 hours, due to Viktor's stubborness.
I was in recovery for 6 hours because no beds were available in labor and delivery (9 babies were born from 3PM-9PM!) I remember my brother Kieth, Tricia and the girls visiting me in recovery, and I remember holding Viktor and Morgan being there. Other than that, I was pretty out of it (I was on magnesium to prevent seizures, and the AstroMorph from my spinal knocked me for a loop too.) Around 11PM I was moved to my labor and delivery room. At 3:30PM the next day I was moved to a "normal" room, and our friend Barb visited along with my brother Jeff, Julie and their kids.Dr. McDaniel and Carol visited me a couple times too, which I thought was really nice of them. Saturday and Sunday were spent with Viktor, visiting with family/friends and getting my butt in and out of bed. Morgan was there the whole time (he slept in a bed next to mine,) helping me and spending time with Viktor.
I made mention of Brian, Stacey and Kendra. Kendra is our adoption counselor, and Brian and Stacey are Viktor's adoptive parents. Morgan and I decided an open adoption was best for all of us, and Brian and Stacey were the perfect people to adopt Viktor, whom they named James Frederick. Viktor/James has two families to love him; what more could he want? Morgan and I couldn't take care of him as he should be taken care of, and even though we wanted to change our minds, we knew Brian and Stacey were better equipped to take care of Viktor. We'll see Viktor throughout the year, which is nice. Brian and Stacey will take excellent care of him, and we're so happy they adopted our son. He couldn't have better parents.
That is all.
I had a job interview yesterday but it sucked. There were 8 other women being interviewed at the same time, for the same position (how tacky.) I had to wear jeans because, even though I've lost weight, my lower belly is still swelled from the c-section and none of my work clothes fit. I explained this to the interviewer over the phone, and again in person, but I'm sure I won't get the job. Most of the other candidates looked older, and were probably laid off from Diebold/Hoover/etc. I don't stand a chance.
I finally typed up a short birth story for Viktor's online photo nursery thing. It's below for everyone who didn't receive the access code to his online nursery (I'm not posting it for the world to see. If you'd like the code email me with who you are and I'll probably send it to you.)
I should get ready to leave. My Mom and I are going to Bath and Body Works and I have the 5th set of photos in two days to pick up from Wal-Mart. Yes, I'm one of those women now...
Viktor's Birth Story (The Abridged Version)
I was blessed with a c-section delivery. On Wednesday the 5th I had an appointment with the maternal fetal specialists to determine if Viktor's lungs were developed enough for delivery. The amnio results were 65 negative, and I was told I'd have to wait at least 4 or 5 days for him to be born. I went home, told Morgan and we decided to go to Summit Racing. While at Summit, I was sitting in the car eating and decided to check the answering machine messages. There was a message from Dr. Jagadeesan saying she consulted with Dr. Krew and he gave the OK for me to deliver the next day at 3PM! I freaked out and called Morgan while he was inside Summit Racing. How fitting he found out, while amongst car parts, when his son would be born! I called my Mom (who was at work) then called Brian, Stacey and Kendra so they could prepare for Viktor's arrival.
11AM Thursday Morgan and I arrived at Labor and Delivery. Some of my nurses were there, and were excited the time had finally come. I was stuck in a room, where Shawn (mean nurse) was my nurse. I had all of my favorite people there, which made me less nervous. Shawn started my IV while they monitored Viktor's heart rate. My Mom and Uncle Bob were there, Brian and Stacey arrived around 1PM and Kendra arrived around 1:30PM. At 3:10PM I was carted into the OR, and Morgan was stuck in an adjacent room to "suit up." I wish he could have been in the OR while I was being prepped (and getting the spinal) but he couldn't. The spinal was no big deal at all, and it was immediate (they weren't kidding!) My nurse anesthetist was so awesome and nice, he was great during the whole delivery. Morgan was finally allowed into the OR, and the delivery began. Viktor didn't want to be born, though, so Dr. Jag and Dr. Johnston had quite the time getting him out. It took a little longer than usual, but Viktor was finally born at 3:49PM. He scored a 7 on his one minute Apgar and a 9 on his five minute Apgar.Upon being thouroughly inspected by the nurses (they were rough, too!) he was pronounced healthy and Morgan could hold him and check him out. I'd performed the finger/toe check when they first took him out, and was relieved to see him wiggling around and to hear him crying. After I was stitched up, I was wheeled to the recovery room. I was in the OR roughly 2 hours, due to Viktor's stubborness.
I was in recovery for 6 hours because no beds were available in labor and delivery (9 babies were born from 3PM-9PM!) I remember my brother Kieth, Tricia and the girls visiting me in recovery, and I remember holding Viktor and Morgan being there. Other than that, I was pretty out of it (I was on magnesium to prevent seizures, and the AstroMorph from my spinal knocked me for a loop too.) Around 11PM I was moved to my labor and delivery room. At 3:30PM the next day I was moved to a "normal" room, and our friend Barb visited along with my brother Jeff, Julie and their kids.Dr. McDaniel and Carol visited me a couple times too, which I thought was really nice of them. Saturday and Sunday were spent with Viktor, visiting with family/friends and getting my butt in and out of bed. Morgan was there the whole time (he slept in a bed next to mine,) helping me and spending time with Viktor.
I made mention of Brian, Stacey and Kendra. Kendra is our adoption counselor, and Brian and Stacey are Viktor's adoptive parents. Morgan and I decided an open adoption was best for all of us, and Brian and Stacey were the perfect people to adopt Viktor, whom they named James Frederick. Viktor/James has two families to love him; what more could he want? Morgan and I couldn't take care of him as he should be taken care of, and even though we wanted to change our minds, we knew Brian and Stacey were better equipped to take care of Viktor. We'll see Viktor throughout the year, which is nice. Brian and Stacey will take excellent care of him, and we're so happy they adopted our son. He couldn't have better parents.
That is all.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Baby Photos
This will be a short post; my pain meds are kicking my ass.
Photos of us at the hospital:
Recovery Room
Barb and Viktor
Me, Morgan and Viktor
Me and Viktor Up Close
Me, Viktor, My Mom & the Goldfish
Father & Son Sleepy 1
Father & Son Sleepy 2
"Why Is She My Mommy?"
I'm so strung out looking in the recovery room photo. That was right after I had him, like less than 3 hours after I had him. He's more alert than I am in the photo, LOL.
Bah, these pain meds so kick my ass.
That is all.
Photos of us at the hospital:
Recovery Room
Barb and Viktor
Me, Morgan and Viktor
Me and Viktor Up Close
Me, Viktor, My Mom & the Goldfish
Father & Son Sleepy 1
Father & Son Sleepy 2
"Why Is She My Mommy?"
I'm so strung out looking in the recovery room photo. That was right after I had him, like less than 3 hours after I had him. He's more alert than I am in the photo, LOL.
Bah, these pain meds so kick my ass.
That is all.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Time For A Baby
The alien departs the mothership at 3PM Thursday. Don't expect an update until Saturday morning at the earliest since I'll be strung out on Magnesium and Morphine. Woooo!
That is all.
That is all.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Dumpster Diving
Morgan went dumpster diving at our apartment, and came up with this. Yes, he's dumpster diving at our own apartment building. I'm so embarrassed. He just went to Wal-Mart to buy bags for his new find. Now we have two vacuums, how rockass is that? Wait, I just looked over by the wall, and we have 3 vacuums! One for linoleum and hardwood, then the two regular vacuums. Since I'm sitting right with my camera, here's a photo.
Dammit, I'm starving.
That is all.
Dammit, I'm starving.
That is all.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
I Don't Understand
Here's something I find quite perplexing. Some of the blogs I read have donation links on the sidebars for whatever reason. People actually donate money to someone they've never met, and probably never will meet. It shocks me on a daily basis to see the balances of these "donation jars" rising. Yeah, I have a link to my wish list on the sidebar, but it's not like anyone has ever sent me anything off the wish list, and I wouldn't expect them to. Some of the blogs I read make you feel guilty if you don't donate, or purchase something from one of the numerous ads they have on their site. There's nothing wrong with trying to make some extra money, but the ads are taking over the blogs. I think it's tacky, but then, when has my opinion mattered? NEVER.
I enjoy "springing ahead," but it does make for a messed up sleep schedule the first couple days. The extended daylight hours are nice, and overall it isn't too bad.
I must make dinner, even though Morgan bitched about what I was making (chicken breasts, mashy tatoes, gravy and stuffing) so he's ordering pizza (rather I'm ordering the pizza while he lies on the floor and gives commands.) That's OK; since he's getting pizza, I don't have to make potatoes, gravy or stuffing since I can't eat any of the tastiness right now. Makes my life easier, but he's wasting money (which he does on a daily basis.)
That is all.
I enjoy "springing ahead," but it does make for a messed up sleep schedule the first couple days. The extended daylight hours are nice, and overall it isn't too bad.I must make dinner, even though Morgan bitched about what I was making (chicken breasts, mashy tatoes, gravy and stuffing) so he's ordering pizza (rather I'm ordering the pizza while he lies on the floor and gives commands.) That's OK; since he's getting pizza, I don't have to make potatoes, gravy or stuffing since I can't eat any of the tastiness right now. Makes my life easier, but he's wasting money (which he does on a daily basis.)
That is all.
