Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Dr visit week 21

Every other Tuesday is a morning full of doctors appointments for me and the triplets. This was our 21 week appointment and fluid check on the babies. It was the quickest appointment with the Perinatologist, level 2 ultrasound scan that we have ever had, and according to them everything looks great. Mentioned the bleeding two weeks prior but the Perinatologist didn't seem fazed by it and said to follow up with my OB, which I had been. They just seemed very cut and dry at this appointment, but everything looked great so nothing to worry about.

Up on the 3rd floor at the OB appointment, I told her about my stomach tightening and the pain I have been in lately. She wanted to check me and make sure everything was closed, which it was. That aside, she has a growing concern on my health. Things look great with me so far, but the pain is increasing and I still have 4 children at home to care for. Sure, two of them are at school until 4pm, but the little two are the difficult ones. She said its taking a toll on me having to go up and downstairs putting the baby down for her nap, making breakfast and lunches, lifting the youngest to get her up for diaper changes and so on and so forth. That on top of taking care of the house (which I feel like I slack on anyway, not cleaning nearly as much as I used to and my house just feels dirty. I hate it.) Anyway, back on my thought train, the Doctor wants me to get some help. She asked if any family was around, and nope both our families are back in California. We have lived here for three years without help and I am not used to getting help. She told us that if I do not start getting some help and resting more they will have no choice but to put me in the hospital. That is not something I am ready for, I cannot do that to my family. So, get help it is.

After doing everything myself (with help from my husband) how do you all the sudden ask for help, or be okay receiving help? I feel so weird about this! I hate even asking friends to watch my kids for a few hours, though they tell me all the time they are willing and ready to help out. I'm used to being the one providing the help, not asking for it, and not needing it myself.

Looks like we will be getting some help 3 days a week with someone staying here those days. To me this is too weird. I want to lounge around in my pajamas with my girls and be lazy until we are ready to shower. We still usually end up back in lounging or pajama clothes after showers anyway. With someone here, I would feel the need to be up and dressed properly, showered and not lazy. The exact opposite of what the Doctor is wanting from me. How do I figure this out? My good friend Randi has offered to come help and be put to work. I don't mind being lazy around her, but as far as putting a friend to work in my house, I just wouldn't feel right. This is only for the next few months, I get that, but it is a hard pill to swallow for me at the moment. Will update as things go on. Wish me luck and sanity as I am already feeling antsy and wanting to get out and about. I will do what is best for these babies and my body and stay planted on this couch though... thank God for internet access!

Monday, March 22, 2010

Growing Belly, 20 weeks

Here I am, my 5th pregnancy, carrying triplets at 20 weeks pregnant. Huge difference from the last photo!!

Random Update

Tomorrow is another appointment with the Perinatologist, with level 2 ultrasound then rushing over to the OBs office for a regular appointment. I am 21 weeks pregnant today.

Over the weekend we went to The Woodlands, TX. We were spending the weekend at The Woodlands Resort (very beautiful!) but the gorgeous weather we had the weekend before vanished and it was cold and rainy. So that Saturday we went to The Woodlands Mall to walk around and be out and about. All in all it was a pretty good day, got some new much needed shoes that make walking so much easier! That night my 5 year old son ended up throwing up all over the hotel room bed and floor. We decided it would be best to leave a day early and get him home.

Sunday we went to get a few things at the store, but I just was not feeling right. My belly was pulling, my back was hurting and I opted to go home. Of course mentioning that I was in pain upset David and he kept me on the couch the rest of the day. Once the youngest (21 months) was put down for her nap and the two middle children occupied with a movie, he took off to get groceries with the oldest. I felt awful that doing something as simple as getting groceries for two weeks is now a chore that can't always be accomplished by me, or with me tagging along.

For the rest of the day Sunday I was in a lot of pain, my belly would tighten to the point I couldn't breathe. It didn't really feel like contractions since I know what those feel like so I chalked it up to more stretching. Will obviously be talking to the doctors about this tomorrow and make sure all is well. It hurt to get up off the couch for any reason, and was in tears just getting up to use the bathroom and return to the couch. Not fun! Carrying three babies has definately been interesting to say the least. More updates after the appointments tomorrow...

Weeks 19 & 20

Yes, this post/update is late... Sorry!! Those two weeks were crazy busy for me. Tuesday the 9th, I had another appointment with both the Level 2/ perinatologist and my regular OB. Everything went well, babies are growing and look great, and are weighing approx 11oz each. Yes, they all weighed the same!! The perinatologist said that never happens. So, does this mean I am doing something right??

The very next day late at night I experienced a lot of bleeding and went to the OB first thing in the morning. She checked everything, did ultrasounds and found nothing wrong and the babies to be as perfect as they were on Tuesday. She put me on a few restrictions and sent me on my way.

Week 20 of my triplet pregnancy I turned 29 years old on the 18th of March. Fun stuff. Haha, no really it wasn't an eventful birthday except for calling David home from work to take care of me. I felt bad that I had to do that but was experiencing a lot of belly cramping/ pain and was high and low emotional. So glad he came home!

Wednesday, March 3, 2010


When I am pregnant I tend to get anxiety attacks. Sure, they come time to time when not pregnant but they come a lot more while pregnant. I guess the extra stress or rush of emotions, the changes my body are going through. Who knows exactly, but I try to deal with it. Yesterday was a particularly bad day for me and anxiety.

The day started out pretty crazy being woken by a puking 1 year old at 3am. David woke up and took over since the sight of her puking and heaving was putting me on the verge of losing my own stomach. We stayed up an hour with her and kept her in bed with us. Those of you who have kids know how difficult it is to sleep with wiggly toddler in your bed. Needless to say we didn't get much sleep, a nap was on the agenda for sure.

Nap time rolled around, Peyton went down in her crib, and Baylee fell asleep in my bed. What a shock since Baylee usually doesn't nap (stubborn at 3!). Well, as tired as I was I just couldn't fall asleep right away so I turned on the tv. Nothing was keeping my interest then I turned it to A Baby Story. I watched this show a few times mostly when pregnant with my own. Well this episode was about a woman having her second child, but first ever c-section. She had a huge anxiety/ panic attack once they gave her the spinal block. I have never had a c-section before and seeing her freak out like that was really making me uneasy. I don't know what is going to happen, I'm nervous and I don't want anything to go wrong.

Anxiety was setting in. Big time. Watching the show I was bawling my eyes out, scared of what is going to happen with my own c-section when it comes times to have these triplets. What if the spinal block hurts me? What if something goes wrong? What if I am not properly numb for the surgery and can feel them cutting into me? Every possible "what if" came to mind then and I couldn't stop freaking out, couldn't find a single way to relax. I picked up the phone to text David to which he told me to stop watching shows like that. Gee thanks honey. But then when I fully expressed my anxiety he understood, comforted me and talked me back into a place of calm only he can take me. He offered to come home if I needed him, but I declined and told him I would attempt to take that much needed nap instead.

I don't really know how to deal with the anxiety attacks when they strike, other than rely on David to bring me back to sanity. This one really upset me though and I still don't know whats to come of this c-section. Please keep me (and my sanity) in your thoughts to get through this. I know the babies will do great, I want to be coherent enough to see them when they are delivered though.