Thursday, June 6, 2013

Stella Michelle

Stella.....the newest little peanut.

4-3-13* 5lbs 12oz*19 inches

Expected she wasn’t but accepted is an understatement.

I wasn’t even sure I would have kids…ever. But when I found out last July that I was expecting I was completely calm about the whole thing. The lists started compiling in my head of everything that would need to be done in the following 9 months.

My pregnancy was easy but that didn’t stop me from complaining every day. I wasn’t one of those people that loved being pregnant. In fact, I told multiple people don’t ever let me do this again.

So the months went by, the lists got hammered out and it was almost time.

I decided to stop working 2 weeks before my due date to get some rest, finish up a few things at home and EAT! My last day of work I left knowing that everything would be handled while I was gone. I didn’t leave any loose ends and wouldn’t have anything worrying me late at night. I went to sleep that night looking forward to the cheeseburger and shake I was going to have the next day and the movie I was going to see that day after that. And then…wait, was that a contraction?

Awww shit. Really? Yes. I went into labor within hours of the start of the last stretch of me time I would have for the next ummmm 10 years?!

After being home for about 6 hours with contractions we made way to the hospital. I thought I was going to die there for a second until the epidural. Ahhhhh. Don’t worry, I’ll just lie here for a while. Actually, I did. I opted to wait for my doctor to take lunch so she could come over and deliver my baby (how nice of her). I had a real problem with that you build a relationship with this person over 8 months and then you just have whoever’s on shift at the time deliver your baby. That doesn’t make sense to me.

So, push push and then a little cry. They placed her on my chest all blue and screaming. I just kept saying “she’s so pretty!”. Everything else was standard, Jeremy cut the cord, and they took her over and cleaned her up. I was getting stitched up and overheard one of the nurses (Not a nurse that had been around before. Those nurses were great!) talking about Stella. “Her face is round, her ears are low, see this line on her hand. I think we should have her tested for down syndrome”. What?!?! I sat up so fast.  After that it was a whirlwind of doctors coming in and out. Everyone had their own opinion but the bottom line was we would just have to wait to see what the tests said.

Looking at my baby I could see what they were talking about but I had the genetic tests and passed. It couldn’t be possible, could it? I was upset that this could be my world and I did everything I was supposed to-how could this happen? I was even more upset that this asshole of a nurse did what she did and took the first magical moments with my first baby and turned into a time for tears.

The tears didn’t last long as the excitement of being new parents took over. Stella didn’t have any initial health issues and we were able to go home after 2 days.  Bye-Bye nurses, you were great. Thanks for all the ice water and cherry Jell-O.

After we got home I dug out a picture of me when I was a couple day’s old. Phew. Stella doesn’t have down’s she just looks like me.  

The initial high of being a parent is great. Who needs sleep? I/We can do it all. Those were a great first couple of days until you crash. I was so thankful to my parents who were around to help all the time.

After about 4 days we got the call. Stella did test positive for Trisomy 21. Trisomy 21, also known as down syndrome is a congenital disorder caused by having an extra 21st chromosome. There is nothing we could have done differently to change her diagnosis. Our little girl was going to be different and there was going to be challenges for the rest of her life that we would have to overcome.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Happiest place on earth!

Last week I was able to down and see my BFF for a weekend of fun! Thanks Dre for your hospitality. Love ya,

Monday, January 23, 2012

Another Christmas Shot

I'm sorry, but this cracks me up. He lasted as long as he could and fell asleep in the middle of the kitchen. I decided to humor myself.....

Christmas 2011

Got to spend time at Grandmas! Christmas brunch is the best!!

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Love him...

This is the best part of my life. His unconditional love and cuteness melts my heart.