An Update From Magge...

When you are a pregnant person, one of the questions you often are asked is “How are you doing” or “How are you feeling”.  Now I realize that sometimes people truly want to know the answer to those questions, and other times they would be fine with a simple “I’m good”  The response you are going to get from me on this blog post will not be the short and sweet variety, so if details aren’t your thing, then go ahead and stop reading!

Oh where to begin?  For those of you that remember, it was 23 weeks pregnant when Chris, Wyatt and I ended up on the Labor and Delivery unit of Community Hospital and there we stayed until 33 weeks, when I went home on bed rest until 36 weeks, the week that Wyatt made his entrance.  Needless to say, the day that week 24 started, we took a breath because if nothing else, we made it one day farther than we had with Wyatt before entering the hospital.  Now there were times in there that we had to go to triage for too many contractions, bleeding, or other reasons where we got some medicine and were sent home on our merry way back to the comforts of our home.  Not to say that it has been easy, but it has been at least out of the confines of a hospital.

At my 26 week ultrasound, I jokingly made a comment that I thought I was having some pretty horrible gas pains.  I was already getting an ultrasound, so my doctor had the ultrasound tech take a look at my gall bladder, “just for fun”.  Well, luckily, my gall bladder looked pretty good and nothing to be concerned about.  My right kidney, however, was quite a bit enlarged and fluid (urine) was backing up into my kidney and therefore not successfully carrying the waste materials from my kidney to my bladder.  I was then referred to a urologist and had some more extensive scans  run on that Friday (a little over a week ago).  At that ultrasound  they were able to rule out any kind of kidney stone, but realized that there was very little if any urine entering my bladder from my right side.  I saw the urologist on Monday and he informed me that the way my uterus is growing and sitting, the uterus has blocked off/put enough pressure on my ureter causing it to be obstructed.  This will not “fix itself” until after the baby is born.  He then told me about the various medications (pain killers) that I can take to help manage the pain (which I don’t want to do since it will effect the baby as well) and then talked through some surgical procedures.  One option is a kidney stent that would bypass the ureter, but he is not comfortable with that as the complication of preterm labor is heightened.  The only option that he would suggest is a nephrostomy tube.  This would be a tube that would be inserted into my right kidney to drain the urine out of the kidney and into a bag that would likely be attached to my leg.  I would then need to empty this bag and care for the tube for the remainder of my pregnancy.  It was decided, that at this point, I will tolerate as much pain as possible, sit on a heating pad, take Tylenol as needed, and hope and pray that the pain does not escalate to need to take pain killers or require a “pee bag”.

So fast forward to Thursday.  All day Thursday, I was just feeling a little off.  I felt like I could be coming down with something, and have lots of “somethings” that seem to have been going around my classroom, so I chalked it up to that.  It was after lunch that I noticed the contractions were picking up a little.  Now let me say, that I have a very irritable uterus and while most woman are to call their doctor if they have 4-6 contractions and hour, I am not to call until I have more than 8 an hour.  So I started to notice their frequency and at about 3:00 I realized that I had about 11 during an hour, so I called the doctor.  Luckily it was the end of the day, so my IA was able to take the kids out to their busses, but the doctor wanted me to head to triage.  Having been there before, I figured I knew the drill.  I called Chris and told him to get Wyatt from the sitter and I would head to triage where I figured I would be monitored, given a shot of terbutaline and then sent back home on my merry way. So I get to triage and sure enough, I get on the monitor and my contractions are 2-3 minutes apart…. That wasn’t something the nurse wanted to see in a 27 week pregnant patient.  I was then given the terbutaline shot and we waited for the contractions to slow because they always do!  Well, they didn’t really slow down.  They just kept on happening.  My doctor was not on call that evening, so they called the on call doctor and it was determined that I would be admitted over night for observation and monitoring and I was given an option of the god awful “liquid fire” medication, Magnesium Sulfate, or the combination of morphine and Phenergan, also known as a “therapeutic rest”.  I thought about it for awhile and decided I would try the therapeutic rest medicine.  I had a similar one before while I was in the hospital with Wyatt and it seriously knocks a person out… like they had a few too many glasses of wine and then some and even waking up with almost a hangover.

So I was moved to my “overnight” room.  In the meantime, Chris was home with Wyatt, I had called my parents and they were bringing me dinner and coming to say buy since they were about to hit the road and go to Florida for a month.  I also texted my friend Amanda who is a nurse on the unit to see if she was working—and LUCKILY she was!!  So after not laying eyes on Amanda except 1 time after Wyatt was born, I got to see Amanda.  So once I was settled into my room, ate my dinner and waiting for Amanda to get on her shift, I was hooked up to the monitors and getting ready for my “cocktail”.  I did ask for a half dose of the morphine because I learned before that it will knock me out and knock me out quickly!  So Amanda started to give me the meds though my IV and I almost instantly got the giggles.  I would look at my mom and giggle, look at Amanda and giggle… I mean I had the UNCONTROLLABLE giggles!   Everyone was laughing J  So thankfully, the morphine allowed me to sleep for a few hours and my contractions slowed down. 

Friday morning, I was scheduled for some labs, some blood work, another kidney ultrasound and an ultrasound of the baby J  So, by the time all of that was over, it was well into the afternoon and low and behold, the contractions were picking up.  Had another shot of terbutaline in the morning, and then waited on the results.  I thought I might go home Friday morning/afternoon, but that wasn’t quite the case.  For good news, Baby is measuring big and strong, everything looks great with her and her development, I am holding steady and hanging in there for now, and on more good news, there was a little more flow happening from my right kidney, so although it is still obstructed, there is more fluid leaving so hopefully that is putting off more pain for longer!  WOOHOO!!  All wonderful, wonderful news!  Because I had to have my second round of steroid shots for lung development and the fact that my contractions were picking up again, they decided to keep me over night… Again.  This annoyed me, but I went along with it trying to be a good patient.  And sure enough, the contractions picked up to more than the usual 8 an hour, so I had yet another shot of terbutaline which worked okay, but then in the middle of the night picked back up again.  So I was fearful that I would be staying there even longer.  But all worked out and I am writing this from my living room couch.  I was discharged about 1:00 on Saturday afternoon to go home and rest.  And that is what I shall do. 

Sometimes I am asked how we are handling all this…. And to be honest, it changes frequently.  I have a lot of emotions and a lot of feelings and always try to put on my “optimistic, happy, find the good in everything” hat, but sometimes that is just too hard to do.  I’ve cried…a lot.  I’ve been mad a lot.  I’ve asked God, “Why us” more times than I can count.  I’ve been short with people.  I get frustrated.  I get angry.  I am constantly asking “what next”.  And I get annoyed.  I know people think I am making a big deal out of nothing—I’ve overheard people saying it.  So my feelings then get hurt.  I don’t understand how people can have a “normal pregnancy”.  I am surrounded by pregnant people right now, and not everyone is having an easy pregnancy, but I get jealous that some of my friends are going about their every day life without a concern, a pain, a contraction or any problems during their pregnancy.  I feel extreme guilt at times because I simply DO NOT enjoy being pregnant… at all.  I feel like I should.  I wish that I did.  And I know there are people all around me that would do anything to be able to get pregnant and carry a healthy baby to term, so I feel extreme guilt that I do not enjoy it.   So I don’t talk about my feelings much.  It makes me sad, scared, frustrated, and makes me feel isolated from others.  I talk to Chris, and I talk to my mom, but it is a rare moment when you see the tears on my face to anyone else  (unless you happen to be Dr. Kerlin or in the lunchroom one fateful day during lunch).

But I never lose sight of the fact that I am doing all this because God has chosen US to be this little girl’s parents.   That God will never give us more than we can handle, and He must think we are able to handle this.  This is my last pregnancy so I am doing everything I can to find the good in this, to remember all of the moments, the kicks (even if they are to the kidney) and take it in stride.  My good friend Amy reminded me in a text message, “The Lord is on my side; I will not be afraid” (Psalm 118:9) and I am going to do my best to remind myself of that every time I am sad, mad, or anything other than happy—because I am not alone, and I don’t need to afraid.  All of this is His plan, and things happen in His time and according to His will.

Maggie

Things on Momma's mind...

I’m having a hard time accepting the fact that we are celebrating Wyatt’s second
birthday on Thursday! Where did the time go? It isn’t that I don’t realize on a daily
basis that Wyatt is knocking on the door of “terrible two’s” (tantrums, telling us no,
screaming for no apparent reason, and more) but it is the realization that two years
have passed with this precious miracle for whom we so diligently prayed. It also
makes me realize just how many things have changed in our lives in those two years.
Since bringing Wyatt home, Chris has started a new job, we struggled through
some difficult times learning to lean on each other more than before, enough ear
infections to merit tubes, countless bouts of strep, a ton of illness for all three of us,
and of course selling our house and buying a historic home. This last change alone
could take hours to read if an entire blog post was written about it, but in a nutshell
it has been a constant amount of money, work and challenges thus far with a lot of
questions about why we were lead to believe that certain things were done (or at
least done right) only to find the errors later on. HOWEVER, we love our house, love
the location, and love what this home is going to hold for our future as a family and
wouldn’t change ANY of it!

In addition to those things, we are also expecting our second child! We are so
excited to see what this baby girl will bring to our family when she comes home with
us in May. Usually when I tell people we are expecting, I am asked a series of similar
question which is why I decided to dedicate this post to answering these questions!  :)

Will you have the same problems you had in your pregnancy with Wyatt?
The first thing that goes through my mind is that “every pregnancy is different”. I
have seen that so far between the two—I never was sick with Wyatt, was sick as a
dog with this one, had a headache every day with Wyatt, have rarely had a headache
with this pregnancy. Although I am sure that some people ask because they want
to know these things, most people ask because really they want to know if I will go
into preterm labor again. To that, I have a much longer answer. When Chris and I
decided we wanted to try for another child, we had some difficult decisions to make
and lots research to be done. Obviously, I wouldn’t want to be in the hospital again
for months, so we looked into several options that would hopefully help with that.
We decided to pursue a transabdominal cerclage (TAC). A TAC is placed by going
through my abdomen (similar to a c-section) and a band is placed around my cervix.
This band can apparently hold the weight of a bus and keeps my cervix from ever
dilating. If my cervix cannot dilate, then the baby can only come out by c-section. It
is different from a traditional cerclage because it is placed higher up and has a much
higher rate of success. The problem is, there are very few doctors who do them. I
had a consult with a doctor in Indianapolis as well as a doctor in Chicago, and after
much prayer and research, we chose to have this procedure done in Chicago by a
Dr. Arthur Haney. I had only spoken to him on the phone prior to my procedure,
and he truly put all my fear at ease and answered all of my questions (and then
some) without making me feel overwhelmed and unsure about this procedure. So in
April, Chris and I went to Chicago for this procedure, I took 2 weeks off of work and
returned to school without any trouble.

Will you be on bed rest/how long will you be able to work?
This is a difficult question to answer because we cannot predict the future. Because
of the TAC, my concern of preterm labor is reduced by a HUGE amount, but of
course, there are 100 other reasons a person can go on bed rest. At this point in
time, I am not on bed rest and am still working full time! It is my intention to work
until my scheduled c-section, but anything can happen I am sure. With the TAC,
the doctors do not want me to have too many contractions (which I started having
at roughly 18 weeks) so I am monitored for that. I have been put on medicine that
I then had to stop taking because apparently it isn’t good to have a blood pressure
of 60/30 on a regular basis. So I have contractions and know the threshold I am
allowed and when I am to call the doctor. I really do follow the doctors orders. I
realize that I have a lot of contractions, but until she is concerned, I am not going
to be concerned about them. It is still my intention, as well as my doctors, to work
and stay off of bed rest until I deliver this precious girl. That said, I am supposed to
take it easy when I can. I sit during the day when I can. I stay off my feet as much
as I can at home. I do not work out. I usually do not cook dinner. I try to not lift
Wyatt as much as possible. Chris has really taken over the daily household chores
including cooking, cleaning, chasing Wyatt, tending to Riley (in, out, in, out—the life
of a beagle). I sometimes feel like a lazy bum, but I know that I am doing what I can
to take it easy and follow the doctors instructions!

And finally, my least favorite question: Why would you decide to have another
baby even after everything you went through?
Chris and I decided together that we wanted to have a second baby. All babies are
a miracle and we were going to try for a second baby when the timing was right.
We knew all along that one baby wouldn’t be enough for us, and we prayed that a
second baby would be a realistic possibility for us. And it is. When we found out
in October that we were pregnant we couldn’t have been more happy! Were we
afraid? Absolutely, but who isn’t when they find out they are bringing a baby into
the world and the responsibility of that. Wyatt will be blessed with a little sister
that he will likely torment and pick on, but she will hold her own and stand up to
him we are sure of it! So in answer to the question, why wouldn’t we want to have
another baby? This baby is a miracle. This baby will be loved beyond anything we
know. This baby was prayed for and about. This baby will continue to be prayed
for. Plus, Chris and I did everything we could to make sure that all preventative
things were done to make my pregnancy as easy on all of us as we can. The rest, we
just leave to God. Whatever else happens is going to happen no matter how much
we prepare. And we trust that God will provide anything that we need as the time
continues. We know we are blessed with families that will help us if the day comes
that I am on bed rest. We have a large circle of people around us that will help us if
things get difficult. But ultimately, we have turned this all over to God because we
truly believe that He will provide for us, He will hear our prayers, and He will watch
over this baby girl.

Sorry for the lengthy post, but it is something that I have had on my heart for some
time and figured that now is as good of a time as any to write it! Hopefully, there
wont be a 2 year hiatus from our family blog this time!

Maggie

We've slacked this year...

I looked at the last post. Being that it is from March I'd say we slacked on the blog posting over 2011. I apologize.

The thing is, in the Owens house there's no shortage of anything ironic or interesting going on at any given time. We've just been busy and that's not a good excuse.

Now, it's the Christmas season and we've got a 10 month old on our hands, who is increasingly more mobile every day!

I've started a new job as the Executive Director of the Indiana Park and Recreation Association and am quickly learning and growing into my role. For the time being, I am staying on for a few hours a week at Lowe's to help accomplish some financial goals. I feel very strong about this new opportunity and how our relationship will be mutually beneficial.

As I mention the "not normal" side of things Wyatt recently had a procedure done to open up his tear-ducts. Since we can't stay out of the Doctor's office, no matter which Dr. that may be he will be having tubes put in his ears this morning. Hopefully this will provide some relief from a seemingly three-month long ear infection in either one ear or the other.

Maggie, as you can expect is really enjoying not spending the Holiday Season in the hospital this year. Our home has been decorated since before Thanksgiving and she may not let me take decorations down until Easter.

This blog post and the corresponding photo will have to serve as our Christmas card this year. Not that everyone doesn't want to put up a picture of me on their refrigerator, but we just couldn't get around to it this year.

If 2011 has taught us anything I'd say it would be "to hang on and trust God"...nothing and no-one else carried us through this year of rebuilding and He will prepare us and sustain us for 2012 and beyond.

In conclusion thank-you to all of our family and friends for all the love and support. We're blessed beyond our means and we try to never take that for granted.

Merry Christmas and all the best in 2012!

Love,

Chris, Maggie, and Wyatt

Two-Week Update!

We’ve officially been home for two weeks today! It seems like a lot longer but that may also be the lack of sleep contributing to our level of confusion!

All in all things are pretty good. Wyatt had his two-week appointment yesterday and came in at 20 inches and 7 lbs 2 oz. He put on 12 ounces in a week! He’s healthy and I think we’re all ready for warm weather and the chance to be outside.

Life is slowly sorting itself for Maggie and I. Frequent transitions seem to be a part of our lives whether we like it or not. Hopefully life will settle down sometime in the near future and allow us some peace.

As I’m writing this blog I have two job-offers on the table. I’ve looked over my list of pros and cons for each so many times and can’t seem to find a clear-cut winner. I feel fortunate to have an offer let alone an option between jobs, but I’m praying for clarity as the time to select one draws closer.

It’s painfully obvious to me that God is teaching me the same lesson about trust and that ultimately He has my (and our) best interest in mind. It doesn’t mean it’s going to be an easy process. It doesn’t mean it’s going to be fair. It doesn’t mean we’re going to like the way He delivers us where He wants us. But, He will provide.

For now we’re just watching the hours go by at home, changing diapers, filling bottles, and sometimes watching horrible daytime television. I’ll get to take another step back toward “normal” tonight at rehearsal – and it’ll do me some good to be playing again (loud, dirty, distorted guitars are in fact therapeutic for me) – and maybe, just maybe our frustrations will be used to help someone else.

Chris

Wyatt's first road-trip!

I guess the trip is over, but the journey is just beginning…

Congratulations “Daddy”…so many people said it, but the most moving was when my “Daddy” looked into the eyes of his paranoid 33 year-old Son and uttered those words 15 minutes after Wyatt’s birth. It wasn’t the Hallmark moment I’d envisioned and was anything less than perfect. After I shut down the video camera, I had to explain that Wyatt was being taken immediately to the NICU.

Here we are 60 hours later: approximately 20 feedings and God only knows how many sticks, pokes, and diapers our little guy has been through. However, he’s here, he’s healthy, and he’s going home with us!

I’m writing this blog as we’re waiting on the doc to come give him the final blessing for discharge.

We didn’t know on November 15^th when Maggie went into pre-term labor if we’d ever see this day or what was in-store. It’s hard to believe that chapter is closing and a new one is beginning.

We have received so many gifts and so much support. This next comment is not meant to diminish any of those in any way, but it warrants much more than a mention in this blog.

Dan and Brooke Brand have become close friends of ours through the small group that we host for our church. They have two adorable little girls Sammie and Natalie. They also are amazingly talented people. Last night I got a pop-up notification on a Facebook feed and through their business Brand Photodesign, they had posted a very moving blog with Maggie’s maternity pictures. I was lucky enough to be in a few and I’m not real hard to pick out! The pictures are amazing as are their words. Here is the link: http://www.brandphotodesign.com/ . I cannot express how much this meant to us, we were both in tears and they documented a beautiful time in our lives.

Now, it’s time for the “journey’ to begin which starts with Wyatt getting to meet all the wonderful people who invest in us on a daily basis.

If you’ve ever wanted to see a tattooed guy cry, well this is the time. Maggie has hormones as an excuse. I on the other hand attribute the tears to joy – of a God that’s provided more than I deserve, of a beautiful wife and son, of this overwhelming sense of gratitude to all who care for us.

In amazement,

Chris

35 weeks, Ice, and Yarn

I'm hoping you read the title and asked yourself what those three things have to do with each other...

Here is the answer: Probably nothing if you live outside of our home.

Maggie and Wyatt are 35 weeks along today! The plan is for her to go off meds and bed-rest next Tuesday and as you can guess - she's a little anxious. We had to go into the labor and delivery triage on Friday night because her contractions were more intense and painful and the meds in her pump weren't active enough. Personally, I swore we were gonna have a baby that night - but, we didn't.

Ice: I'm over it but apparently it's not done with us. In case you're reading this outside of the Mid-West or the East Coast - we've been hit with about an inch of ice with more ice on the way and some snow to go on top of it all. Not fun however, it is allowing me to post this blog update while I'm boycotting the downstairs tv due to a girl movie.

Yarn: My wife knits. I did not know that until last week. However, she's made several nice things for Wyatt and I'm encouraging her to put up an Etsy site. Maybe one day I'll score a hat or a sleep-sack of my own.

I've had some great interviews the past few days and am waiting to hear back about scheduling each of the next rounds. I'm still accepting leads though - so if anyone know of anything feel free to email me!

That's our world for now! And, much like most of yours - we're anticipating warmer weather.

For the record, I'm anticipating the next blog update will be a birth announcement. I think he'll be here much sooner as opposed to later. His mother on the other hand, does not.

Stay warm!

Chris

Back at home...

I know that it has been a couple of weeks since the last update, so I will do everything I can to fill in all the gaps. Last Tuesday, when we hit 33 weeks, we were discharged from the hospital! What an exciting day that was! I started off with an ultrasound at Maternal Fetal Medicine, and then waiting for discharge instructions. It was so nice to go home and sleep in our bed, cuddle with Riley, and feel like life was somewhat normal again. I slept like a rock those first few nights in bed and it has been so nice! At the last ultrasound, he was tipping the scales at 5 pounds 8 ounces, so apparently I am not carrying a small child :) Because of that, I believe that I will be induced at 39 weeks if I do not go into labor on my own before that. Chris thinks that I will go into labor relatively soon after I am off of bed rest, but I am not so sure about that. My luck I will have done such a good job of being on bed rest and Wyatt will finally figure out he is supposed to stay put, they will have to induce me :) Either way, it is hard to believe that he will be here somewhere between now and 5 weeks from now!

Yesterday, I had an appointment to check on everything. All is looking good. I am somehow measuring small, but the doctor obviously is not concerned since Wyatt is pretty much a beast! Everything was stable, so that made me feel good. I had gotten so used to seeing Dr. Kerlin every day, I felt like I hadn't seen her in forever. She is an awesome person, so it was nice to catch up. I wont see her again for two weeks (I will be 36 weeks then) so I am sure that my list of questions will be very long by then! At this point, it seems like the plan is start my weekly appointments at 36 weeks, schedule an induction at 39 weeks, but she will strip my membranes at 38 weeks. So that seems to be the plan. On a happy note, Dr. Kerlin delivered some pretty exciting news to me when I was there yesterday-- she suggested that I go to church on Sundays! That was awesome news! I have to go in a wheelchair, but having not been to church in 10 weeks, I will be so excited to see everyone, and one step closer to feeling like a normal person! I have two more weeks of bed-rest and then look out world I am a free woman!

It is official- I think I am going through "favorite nurse withdrawal". When you see the same people all the time, they are the only people besides your mother and your husband that you see on a consistent basis, and you see them several times a week for 12 hours at a time, it is hard to just stop seeing them. Some people have asked who these favorite nurses are, and I must say that Jessica, Sandy, and Amanda were definitely my saving grace when I was there. Jessica and Sandy work days and Amanda works nights. It always made my day just a little bit better to know that one of my 3 favorites would be working on a day... and when I had a day that had either Sandy or Jessica during the day and Amanda at night, well let me tell you, those were the best! So now, I have to find a way to plan the labor around their work schedules! Either that or convince them to come in and deliver Wyatt on a day they aren't scheduled to work!

On other notes, I had my first baby shower on Sunday. It was so nice to get out and have a day about me. My sisters and my mom threw it at the Ruby Pear in Noblesville. The Ruby Pear is a tea-room in an old Victorian house right off the square. It was such a fun day. There were hydrangea centerpieces, yummy little tea sandwiches and scones, and a variety of different teas. There were about 17 family members and family friends at this shower, and boy was Wyatt spoiled! We got so many incredible gifts and with the help of Chris and my mom, they are all assembled, laundered and put away! It is starting to look like a baby will be living here soon. Chris has installed the car seat base into the CRV so that we are ready to go when that time comes. Next on the agenda will be getting the bags packed so we can just run out the door when the time is right! My good friend, Kasie, is throwing my other shower on the 5th and I am looking forward to seeing everyone at that one too! Wyatt has so many people already that love him and spoil him!

Maggie