Now, I’m not a doctor, but I do have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). And those who know me, know that I believe PCOS isn’t as easily recognized nor diagnosed as other conditions because of its ambiguous nature. This post is to help those who have been diagnosed with PCOS manage it.
On Monday (October 27th) my sweet Ant had an appointment with his GI specialist. The appointment was to go over the labs that were drawn the previous week, to re-check his bilirubin levels, to get a few genetic labs, and for a weight check. Ant had gained six ounces within the week, but Dr. Fortgang was not impressed with this. She said he should have gained more weight by now and even though he wasn’t losing weight it was still alarming. His bilirubin level was 1.9 (the previous week it was 1.6 and the week before, 1.3) which showed her that something was definitely wrong with his liver. Dr. Fortgang said that she would have his bili level checked again and if it wasn’t better she wanted to re-admit him. So, his blood was drawn and we went home to wait. That evening we received a phone call from his nurse who told us that his bilirubin was a 1.8. We could either bring him into the hospital and admit him in order to get everything done as quickly as possible, or we could schedule appointments over the next couple weeks. We opted to admit him. Continue reading
You may not have heard, but Cassie and Anthony’s 5 week old son, Baby Ant, is back in the hospital. We’d love to say he was okay, but that isn’t the case. Baby Ant has been suffering since he was born with a condition that affects his liver. Currently, the doctors in New Orleans, where he was born, don’t know what is wrong. 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
The seasons are changing and pumpkin spice everything is almost in full force. Summer into fall isn’t the only change, however. Many life changes have been happening for JoAnna, Cassie, and I. Continue reading
Partying. Maybe the only time you’ve partied with a diaper was when you dressed up like a baby that one Halloween, but I can give you another way that beer and diapers go together wonderfully!
Ever heard of a diaper party? No, you don’t have to show up in a diaper. And its not for babies either. Although, it is a party for expecting parents. Diaper parties are traditionally thrown for the dad, like a male version of a baby shower. However, inviting both sexes means more gifts… so I suggest keeping the genders together (for both occasions). Guests arrive with diapers and wipes and are thanked with free beer! Continue reading
Its almost 3 pm and I have been cleaning for four hours in preparation of the diaper party my boyfriend and I are throwing for ourselves. I’m 31 weeks pregnant. I take a break and put on some Eisley. Of course, the first song that plays is the anthem to the last year of my life. Its funny how a lyric can give you the confidence to push forward. As I listen to Smarter, I wonder how I got from an attempted suicide just last year to being a soon-to-be mama with such fluidity. My past sometimes makes me question my ability to be a parent. How can someone who once cared so little about herself decide to take on the task of creating new life? How can a woman who, since age 13, has struggled with depression, anxiety, panic disorder, insomnia and body dismorphia have a healthy pregnancy? My answer is complicated. Continue reading
Every one has pregnancy advice, even people who have never been pregnant. Sometimes the advice is completely unwarranted and stupid. Sometimes its really useful. I got a lot of really great advice when I first found out that I was pregnant. Unfortunately, I either brushed off a lot of it or simply did not comprehend it. Here are a few things any pregnant woman needs to know: