Monday, May 21, 2012
Size of my babies
Troy was fairly small when he was born. He was 2890g or 6lbs6oz and 47cm or 18.75 inches. Whle in the hospital he lost weight and went down to less than 2000g. To make sure that the baby girl is not going to be as little as him we did a weight estimate on her today. She is now 2300g which is about 5lbs, so as long as she stays where she is for a little bit longer she will be bigger than her brother. With Troy getting Nec when he was born, I have this obsession about wanting her to be as big as possible.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Here she is
I am 28 weeks pregnant, and last night we went in for 3D ultrasound. Since we had to try 3 times with Troy and we were still not able to see him my expectations were not too high. This little one was a little bit more willing to show herself, but not by much. She kept her hands up to her face making it hard to make out. We did however get a few glimpses of her.
It is definately a girl, that she did show us, so I guess we can just start painting the nursery.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
A little sister
We went in for the 18 week ultrasound yesterday, and we are expecting a little girl.
She looked perfect, and seeing her in there makes all of this so worth it.
I called Troy to let him know that he was going to have a little sister and he was so happy about it, though he was a little bit worried that we would not find an apropriate name for her. I know Troy is a great big brother for the twins, and I am sure he will be a great big brother for this little one as well.
She looked perfect, and seeing her in there makes all of this so worth it.
I called Troy to let him know that he was going to have a little sister and he was so happy about it, though he was a little bit worried that we would not find an apropriate name for her. I know Troy is a great big brother for the twins, and I am sure he will be a great big brother for this little one as well.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
IVF - a stressful process
Since we had a missed abortion this summer I have not felt much like sharing the ivf process while it was ongoing with anyone.
If we would be allowed to start in October was really an unanswered question until the last minute. My Ferritin levels were very low, and I was in a bad shape. Being that my AMH levels were low as well, the doctor decided to let us go ahead.
I had been eating supplements like crazy as well as going to acupuncture to get my body as ready as it could be.
Before we started I was nervous about having to inject the medications myself, two shots every morning, however the shots were easy to do. I tried to hide the shots from Troy, but being that I really had to take them the exact same time every day, it was hard to do. I told him that mommy did not have enough blood in her body and needed some shots to get better. Having too little blood is not dangerous, just uncomfortable. He seemed to be OK with that explanation.
We went in for an ultrasound to see if there were any eggs, and if they were growing the way they should be. With low AMH levels the doctor wanted quality, not quantity and there were about 8 eggs, and 5 looked promising.
We increased the dosage on the medications for a few days and went back for a new scan. The 5 eggs that had looked promising were now looking good, and we got the go-ahead to set the ovulation shot.
I was nervous before the retrieval, I had heard that it was supposed to be really painful. We got to the doctor’s office around noon, and on the way there I had taken some pain medication that they had given me. When I got there they gave me some more (not at all sure what that was). I was brought into the room, the doctor came in and I was completely knocked out. I remember waking up at one point, looking at the screen and seeing that he was about to get another egg. I thought to myself, this is just too much pain and I closed my eyes and again I was out.
The doctor managed to get out my 5 promising eggs, and then the waiting game started. They promised they would call me the next day to let me know how my eggs were doing. That was some long 24 hours. 4 of the eggs had started dividing, something I thought was really good. Then there were another 24 hours of waiting to see if the eggs continued splitting the way they should. They promised they would call me before 9am if there were no eggs. At 9:15 my mom called and my heart just about stopped when I heard the phone.
We had decided that if two eggs survived we would have two returned, but when we got to the clinic only one lonely egg was still looking good. That one egg did however look really good with no fragmentation. The egg was returned and we now started a new period of waiting to see if the egg implanted like it should.
I started taking pregnancy tests right away to make sure I would be able to tell when the hcg from the ovulation shot would disappear from my body.
Going through a process like this you really analyze everything about your body, looking for anything that can possible be a symptom that you are pregnant. On day 6 I felt a sharp stabbing pain on my right side, and had to stop to catch my breath. I was hoping this was pain from the egg implanting in my uterus. If it really was I will never know. By day 8 the line on the pregnancy test was really faint, but by day 9 the line became a little clearer. My hopes shot through the roof. It was torture to wait for another 24 hours to see if the line was stronger. On day 10 the line was about the same as on day 9, so I had to wait for another 24 hours to see what would happen. By know I had gone to the pharmacy to get every pregnancy test known to man. I think I spent a couple of hundred bucks on tests that day. On day 11 I peed in a cup and dutifully tried all the tests (yes, this process can make you a little insane). All the tests came back positive. It was amazing, that we had managed to get a positive test on our very first try.
Now we started a new waiting game, first to get my hcg tested to see if it was increasing the way it should be, which it was. Then we had to wait for our first ultrasound to see that everything was ok, which it was. Being that we had been trough that traumatic incident this summer, my doctor was fantastic and had us come in for a scan every week to see that the baby was developing the way it should be.
On week 12 we went to the hospital for a thorough check of the baby and everything looked fine.
Today we are going in for our 18 week scan, and I sure hope the little one will show us whether it is a boy or a girl.
This whole process really is a big waiting game, and it is hard to focus on anything else while going through it. We ended up having to tell Troy that he was going to be e big brother before we had planned, I ended up being hit really hard by morning sickness this time around (morning sickness is such a bad word, it should be called 24/7 sickness), and he was really getting worried about me. He was so happy that he was going to be a big brother, and I think most of daycare new about this little one, before most of my friends. Troy was really happy to share the good news. Right now he is waiting at home with his dad, and I had to promise to tell him right away if it is a little sister or little brother. Since he has 2 brothers already he is really hoping that it is a little baby sister.
If we would be allowed to start in October was really an unanswered question until the last minute. My Ferritin levels were very low, and I was in a bad shape. Being that my AMH levels were low as well, the doctor decided to let us go ahead.
I had been eating supplements like crazy as well as going to acupuncture to get my body as ready as it could be.
Before we started I was nervous about having to inject the medications myself, two shots every morning, however the shots were easy to do. I tried to hide the shots from Troy, but being that I really had to take them the exact same time every day, it was hard to do. I told him that mommy did not have enough blood in her body and needed some shots to get better. Having too little blood is not dangerous, just uncomfortable. He seemed to be OK with that explanation.
We went in for an ultrasound to see if there were any eggs, and if they were growing the way they should be. With low AMH levels the doctor wanted quality, not quantity and there were about 8 eggs, and 5 looked promising.
We increased the dosage on the medications for a few days and went back for a new scan. The 5 eggs that had looked promising were now looking good, and we got the go-ahead to set the ovulation shot.
I was nervous before the retrieval, I had heard that it was supposed to be really painful. We got to the doctor’s office around noon, and on the way there I had taken some pain medication that they had given me. When I got there they gave me some more (not at all sure what that was). I was brought into the room, the doctor came in and I was completely knocked out. I remember waking up at one point, looking at the screen and seeing that he was about to get another egg. I thought to myself, this is just too much pain and I closed my eyes and again I was out.
The doctor managed to get out my 5 promising eggs, and then the waiting game started. They promised they would call me the next day to let me know how my eggs were doing. That was some long 24 hours. 4 of the eggs had started dividing, something I thought was really good. Then there were another 24 hours of waiting to see if the eggs continued splitting the way they should. They promised they would call me before 9am if there were no eggs. At 9:15 my mom called and my heart just about stopped when I heard the phone.
We had decided that if two eggs survived we would have two returned, but when we got to the clinic only one lonely egg was still looking good. That one egg did however look really good with no fragmentation. The egg was returned and we now started a new period of waiting to see if the egg implanted like it should.
I started taking pregnancy tests right away to make sure I would be able to tell when the hcg from the ovulation shot would disappear from my body.
Going through a process like this you really analyze everything about your body, looking for anything that can possible be a symptom that you are pregnant. On day 6 I felt a sharp stabbing pain on my right side, and had to stop to catch my breath. I was hoping this was pain from the egg implanting in my uterus. If it really was I will never know. By day 8 the line on the pregnancy test was really faint, but by day 9 the line became a little clearer. My hopes shot through the roof. It was torture to wait for another 24 hours to see if the line was stronger. On day 10 the line was about the same as on day 9, so I had to wait for another 24 hours to see what would happen. By know I had gone to the pharmacy to get every pregnancy test known to man. I think I spent a couple of hundred bucks on tests that day. On day 11 I peed in a cup and dutifully tried all the tests (yes, this process can make you a little insane). All the tests came back positive. It was amazing, that we had managed to get a positive test on our very first try.
Now we started a new waiting game, first to get my hcg tested to see if it was increasing the way it should be, which it was. Then we had to wait for our first ultrasound to see that everything was ok, which it was. Being that we had been trough that traumatic incident this summer, my doctor was fantastic and had us come in for a scan every week to see that the baby was developing the way it should be.
On week 12 we went to the hospital for a thorough check of the baby and everything looked fine.
Today we are going in for our 18 week scan, and I sure hope the little one will show us whether it is a boy or a girl.
This whole process really is a big waiting game, and it is hard to focus on anything else while going through it. We ended up having to tell Troy that he was going to be e big brother before we had planned, I ended up being hit really hard by morning sickness this time around (morning sickness is such a bad word, it should be called 24/7 sickness), and he was really getting worried about me. He was so happy that he was going to be a big brother, and I think most of daycare new about this little one, before most of my friends. Troy was really happy to share the good news. Right now he is waiting at home with his dad, and I had to promise to tell him right away if it is a little sister or little brother. Since he has 2 brothers already he is really hoping that it is a little baby sister.
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