Wow! Happy five months to my beautiful baby boy! I cannot believe he is already five months old. Time has flown by, but at the same time, I feel like I have known him my entire life. Like we were two souls just waiting to be united. At JoAnna’s birthday party a few weeks ago, I was telling her how I feel like I have been waiting for him my entire life. Since about age ten, I have had baby fever. I remember thinking how I wanted to have babies as soon as I became an “adult”. Of course, by the time I turned 18, babies were not on my agenda. But, I always felt like there was something missing in my life. My son completes me. My cup is overflowing and I could not be more grateful to have such a joyful little baby in my life. Continue reading
Hi everyone! Baby Ant is now 3 months old! He turned 3 months yesterday, on Christmas 🙂
This Christmas was so special for our little family. We just moved into our new home in Norfolk, Virginia and my mom and brother drove down here from Maine with their dog Fergie. The six of us spent the day eating, chatting, walking on the beach and watching Bob’s Burgers and Wayne’s World- not your typical Christmas, but it was one to remember. My little brother, the thoughtful dude he is, brought gifts for Anthony Sr. and I. If my little sister and her family came, it would have been the most perfect Christmas ever. Continue reading
Today baby Ant had his liver biopsy. The cat scan that they used to insert the needle didn’t show any irregularities, but we won’t have the results of the biopsy until probably Wednesday. Unfortunately, they were unable to draw labs during the procedure because they had difficulty getting the IV in. The whole point of drawing labs during the procedure was that he would be asleep and the IV would make it easier to get blood out. Now we have to wait until Monday to get most of blood work done and the genetics tests won’t be drawn until the 19th of November. This is REALLY frustrating and its looking more and more like we need to get to Boston and have Ant treated by the most experienced liver doctors.
Right now Ant is in the PICU for recovery. Because of his history with lung problems, he was put on a high-flow oxygen tube when he first arrived in the PICU. They just switched him to a regular oxygen tube and hopefully soon he will be completely off the oxygen. He has had nothing but an IV with dextrose since 8 AM, so I really want to be able to feed him soon. Most likely he will stay in the PICU over night so they can monitor him, but we can go home some time tomorrow. On Monday, Ant will have an appointment with his pediatrician. In the mean time his dad and I will be discussing if we will take him to Boston Children’s Hospital, and we will be in contact with them to see what they can do for Ant that isn’t being done here at Tulane.
Please, every one, continue sending love our way. It is greatly appreciated.
If you would like to donate to help Baby Ant get the care he needs, we started a GoFundMe account for him. You can find it here at GoFundMe.com. Thank you all!
Today is day 3 of Ant’s re-admit. Yesterday we had a plan for labs and a liver biopsy to be done today. That plan got all fucked up and I’m trying really hard to be patient and not be a complete bitch to the hospital staff. After putting Ant through the stress of fasting for eight hours, the procedure got pushed back to tomorrow morning. His doctor reassured me that he was their priority for the morning, but its still very frustrating. Continue reading
There is so much I want to share with you, but for the past few weeks my life has revolved around sterilizing, breast pumping, cleaning shit and drying tears. So, it’s been hard to collect all my thoughts and feelings about my experience as a new mom. Every time I sit down to write this entry I’m reminded of all the horrible things I have felt and dealt with and it’s not easy to talk about. And then, of course, baby Ant starts crying. I type a few sentences and am called away. I love being a mom, but it makes writing hard. Here is my attempt at telling Ant’s story so far… Continue reading
Rather, there is a baby at the end of the tunnel! Thank goodness because I need some kind of reward for these past 9 months. I mean, I didn’t hate being pregnant the entire time. Some of it was cool- getting boobs for the first time; seeing him move around as the ultrasound tech showed us all his organs, spine, brain and face; feeling him kick for the first time. But, man, was I miserable from 6 months on. And what a newb I was! If I knew what I’d be going through in these last couple weeks maybe I wouldn’t have complained so much. Continue reading