New Year, New Resolutions

I have some resolutions for this year that have been floating around in my brain and I feel like I need to get them down on paper (well, the internet actually) so that they will leave my brain alone :).  I kind of don’t like the fact that I am starting resolutions on New Years because it is very cliche’ to do so, but it seems like a perfect start for me!

1-To start eating healthier.  November and December were a food feast for this hungry girl!  I ate a lot and had a ton of sweets!  I just love this food so much and since it only comes around at the end of the year my brain tells me that I have to eat as much as I can even if my stomach no longer has any capacity for this food.  I was also baking like crazy and hosted a cookie exchange party at my house.  Did I mention that one of my Christmas presents is a whole tub of Mexican Wedding Cookies that I am able to devour (along with the help of my hubby) in less than a week?  It was bad.  In 2009 I lost 20 lbs after reaching my heaviest weight and I was feeling great!  I then got pregnant, but I still felt really good about everything.  After I had the baby I got within five pounds of my pre-pregnancy weight and that has slowly crept up.  I gained an additional two pounds just during the holidays (I guess that isn’t so bad with all of my gluttonous behavior).  I am now 10 pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight and I’m not liking it.  The part that I like the least is that I can barely button up my too tight pants!  You can definitely tell when you have gained weight; the pants and tops don’t fit like they used to.

I knew that I had to start eating better, but I wasn’t about to set myself up for failure during the holidays, so I decided that in January I would start eating better.  Part of that is starting to track calories again.  I found that this really helped me lose the weight the first time around and it is very eye opening to see how much you are eating in a day and how many calories are in stuff.  Of course, I am also trying to eat healthy because it would be silly to cut down on my calories, but load up on HFCS, preservatives, additives, and other really processed food.  Last time I used the site The Best Life (Oprah’s guy) because they plan out meals for you each day (there is a yearly or monthly registration fee).  I really needed the site at the time, but this time around I don’t feel like I do.  Since I am not using the other site I decided that I needed somewhere else to track my calories and I found this GREAT site My Fitness Pal!  My Fitness Pal is awesome!  The database is huge and they have everything Trader Joe’s in there (TJ’s is my favorite store and where I do almost all of my grocery shopping).  They even have an app and from the app you can scan a barcode and the information of the food item will come up!  That is completely rad (yes, I just used that word)!

This is my first week tracking my calories and it is going a lot smoother than I anticipated because the site that I am using is very user friendly.  I also now find that I am not always looking in the fridge or getting crackers out to eat them because I know that I will have to count them in my calories consumed, which I don’t want to do.  I think that I will have no problem staying on this track.

2-Start Exercising Again.  There is a three parter to this one.

1-Start Weight Lifting-I have never been into weight lifting and am pretty weak when it comes to that stuff.  I know that weight lifting is really important for a person to do and this year I really want to do it.  My husband bought this book about weight lifting that he had been following (he took a little hiatus over the holidays too) and he loved the program.  We got a “home gym” set-up with the weights and once we get a couple more things set-up and a schedule figured out (who will watch the kids and when will we work out) we will get started.  I am guessing that this will happen in a couple of weeks.  I am very excited to be weight lifting because I want to get some muscles!

2-Do P90X-A lot of my friends on Facebook all were writing about how they were starting the P90X system and that piqued my interest.  I have heard about it, but it always sounded too hardcore for me to do.  Well, after friends were writing about it I thought that I would check into it some more.  I did some googling and really got excited about it.  I know that I can do it!  My husband thought that I was crazy to jump into P90X without having exercised in over six months.  I told him that I wasn’t that crazy!  I know my limits and I first want to start getting into the groove of exercising before I tackle this monster!  I anticipate that I will start the program in February.  My two biggest concerns are finding time, as the workouts are an hour long (at least I think they are), and committing to three months of doing this.  I believe that you get one rest day a week.  I know that if I do this and am committed I should have some great results.

3-Start Running Again-I need to start doing this again.  The last time I really ran was last year when I completed a half marathon.  It wasn’t that bad, but for that I only trained for three weeks.  I am doing that same half marathon this year and I want to really start running way before the event is to take place.  I am not a huge fan of running and have never been really great at it, but I want to start doing it.  There is more on running in another one of my resolutions!

I also found this free bootcamp, on meetup.com, that is offered near my house every Sunday.  I plan on going as much as I can because I can’t pass up a free bootcamp!  Plus, I went last week and it was really nice to get that jump start.  It wasn’t horribly bad, but I felt soreness in my muscles for about three days!  All of the people that went were super nice and I had fun too.

3-Do A PR in a Half Marathon-I really want to be able to run faster than what I do!  Usually, I complete my half marathons in 2.5 hours (12 min/mi), which isn’t all that fast.  If I can shave off two minutes from my average mile that would be awesome!  I think that it is very doable if I start running now (see above goal!).  When I was in top form a few years ago I ran my fastest half, which was just under 2.5 hours, but I know that I can improve on that.  My one big obstacle is my knee.  I don’t know why, but I have knee issues when I run.  It doesn’t start out bad, but gets worse and worse the more that I run and it makes it extremely uncomfortable to run.  I am getting some new shoes NB Minimus Running Shoes and I hope that those work for me and make my knee problem not so bad.  I have also found a cool site called Rock My Run which has these running playlists created by DJs.  The temps are very upbeat and great for running.  There are a lot of pop music songs and that is a huge turnoff for my husband, but I like the tracks.  I also got some running earbuds and a running sleeve to hold my iPhone when I run.  I am all set to go on this running journey!  I just now need to start doing it!

4-Read 24 books-This was my goal last year and I surpassed it, but I feel like I have a lot more planned for this year, so I want to keep it at two books a month.  This may sound like a lot for a person to read, but I LOVE reading!  If you are a bookworm like myself you need to check out the site Goodreads for tracking and logging the books that you have read or want to read.

5-Learn To Play the Piano-We just got a piano that was graciously donated from a friend and I want to be able to play it this year.  I got a book on how to teach yourself to play piano, but finding the time to play the piano has been the challenging part!  Whenever my husband or I are at the piano both of the boys want to come and play on the piano too, or they want to sit on our laps and play the piano, which doesn’t make learning conducive.  The best time for me to practice would be when the boys are sleeping, but then it is a catch 22 because I don’t want to play when they are sleeping because it will wake them up.  In the short amount of time that I have practiced I have learned what each key is on the piano and I am just now beginning to read music.  I hope by the end of the year I will be able to play a few songs and I will know how to read music!

6-Go Flying With My Husband-My husband got his private pilot’s license and can fly single engine planes and I need to get over my fear of flying and go with him!  I have never flown in a small airplane and everyone that has, has told me that you feel so much more up in small airplanes and it is a lot scarier than a big jet.  When I have to fly in big commercial jets I’m a bit of a mess and get so anxious and nervous about it.  I’ve really only ever experienced bad turbulence a few times and I know that I have a much greater risk of getting in a car accident then an airplane accident, but flying stresses me out.  It would be awesome if I actually enjoyed flying in a small aircraft!

7-Home Improvement Projects-here is what I would like done this year (some stuff we would hire some people to do the work):

-Paint the walls in our whole house!  First, I have to figure out what to paint them!

-Put in the wood flooring in three of our rooms

-Add in trim wherever it needs to be

-Make a mud oven.  My husband is in the process of drinking some beer so that we can use the bottles for it 🙂

-Make our back room (a small addition built by the previous owners) into my craft room

-Build outdoor furniture (mostly just a couch)

-Purge our house from items that we do not use or do not need!

-Do something about our backyard

8-Do A Better Job With My Garden-Last year I sort of got it going a little bit, but there was too much going on with a baby and a toddler.  This year I think that it will be easier since the boys are both a bit more manageable and are excellent at playing by themselves.  I also started my garden a little late last year and this year I want to start earlier and hopefully start some of my plants from seeds instead of buying them already grown.

9-Keep Up With My Blogs-This will probably be the hardest one of all!  If you follow my blogs you will see that I have a hard time keeping up with them.  It isn’t that I don’t want to, but I just have the blogs lower on my priority list and I need to make it higher.  I used to keep a journal, but stopped once I had my second son.  It is nice to have that record of what was going on in my life and now especially in my sons’ lives.  I really want to update my family blog once a week or more often.  For my 30 Day blog I want to do at least five 30 day challenges.  This blog I would like to update at least every quarter!  Not too hard, but we’ll see how I do!

Happy New Year!

Home Birth Story

I am so thrilled and excited that I got to have my home birth!  Below is the birth story of my second child.

Here is the short version:

10/11/10-

-Water starts leaking around 10:30am, but not sure if it is my water.  Keeps leaking all day long.

-7pm have bloody show & call midwife to let her know.  No real contractions at this point

-8-10pm having some irregular contractions

-11pm-3am-Contractions start coming and are coming more regular and I am timing them.  At 3am we call my doula, midwife, and sister-in-law to come to the house

-4:15-4:30-midwife checks me and I am only 3cm 😦  Contractions are strong and very frequent

-5:30-go outside to try to go on a walk.  Have three big contractions.  The last two my body starts pushing on it’s own.  My doula recognizes that I am pushing (I think that I am probably pushing on my cervix) and gets us back inside

-Walk inside the door and have another contraction with a HUGE push.  This time I realize that the baby has come down.  I start pulling off my pants.  Midwife comes and looks and says that the baby is right there and tells me to get on my hands and knees and start panting (the panting was to slow down the delivery)

-My midwife and her assistant get pads underneath me and tell me to push.  One push the head comes out, next push the shoulders are out, third push the rest of the baby comes out.  My husband “catches” the baby and hands him up to me, where I look and see that I had a BOY!

-Baby was born 10/12/10 at 5:44 am (I went from 3cm to pushing in under 1 1/2 hours!).  He weighed 7lbs 6 oz and 21″ long.  I had him in the foyer of our house and was very thankful that I did not have him outside on the sidewalk!

-The recovery was very easy and faster than my previous hospital birth.  The post partum care was amazing!

Here is the long version, if you have time!

My due date was 10/20/10 and with my first son my water broke on my due date and I had him the following day.  I assumed that this would probably be the same with this baby, but I was wrong.

On Monday 10/11 I went to the park with my son to attend a play date we were having with a couple of other moms.  We let the kids go play and the moms sat on the benches.  When we were sitting on the benches I noticed that I kept having a “leaking” sensation.  It wasn’t much and I wasn’t sure if it was my water leaking, me peeing on myself, or just a lot of discharge.  Since it wasn’t very much I decided that I would just ignore it for the time being, but I had this gut feeling that it was my water leaking.  The leaking wouldn’t happen very often and it was only when I was sitting and it would just be a little that would come out.  With my first son my water broke and came out in gushes, so I wasn’t sure about this one.  The whole day went by with my obsessing about what was going on and wondering what was happening and if I would be having this baby soon.  I went on a walk around 4pm and when I was walking I started having some leaking and this was the first time it happened when I was not sitting.  I talked to my husband about the situation and wondered if I should call my midwife.  I decided that I would call the office, but they were closed so I decided that I would just call her in the morning to let her know what was going on.  That night we were having dinner and I felt some leaking and went to the bathroom and when I wiped I noticed that there was blood.  I knew that this probably meant that my body was getting ready for labor.  I called my midwife around 7pm and she said that it sounded like my water was leaking and that if nothing happened tonight that I needed to go into her office tomorrow morning so that I could get checked out.  At this time I wasn’t having any contractions.  I was having a couple of period like cramps, but they were so irregular and something that I had been having for awhile.

Around 10pm my contractions started!  They were all in my lower belly and they would work up to a peak and then go away.  They were only about 30 seconds long and were irregular.  During this time I downloaded an iPhone app to time the contractions (love the free apps for this kind of stuff!).  I just went about the night and my husband and I talked about the possibility of us having the baby really soon.  A little after 11pm we decided to go to bed and I was going to try and get some sleep.  I put on my Hypnobabies to help relax me, but I don’t know how much that actually worked.  During this time I just laid in bed and timed my contractions.  They were now 45-60 seconds long and were every five minutes.  I would try and rest between them, but from the excitement and nervousness I couldn’t sleep.  The contractions kept getting a little stronger and closer together.

Around 2am I told my husband that I couldn’t lay in bed anymore.  We both got up and went out to the living room.  I tried sitting on an exercise ball to help me, but that position didn’t feel comfortable.  By this point my contractions were 60 seconds long and 3-4 minutes apart.  The position that worked best for my comfort was to be on all fours and to sway my hips back and forth during the contraction.  At 3am the contractions were getting stronger and I wasn’t able to talk through them because I had to just focus on getting through them.  It was at this time that I asked my husband to please call my doula, midwife, and sister-in-law.

My doula arrived around 3:30 and she was the one that was massaging my back and helping me get into better positions during the contractions.  My husband was watching my son during this time because my son couldn’t sleep.  I had decided that I wanted to go and get in the shower because I thought that the warm water would feel good.  I got in the shower and was in there for a bit (it felt okay to be in there) My sister-in-law arrived to take care of my son and then the midwife arrived.  The midwife wanted me to get out of the shower so that she could check me.  I managed to get out, dried off, and hobbled over to the bed.  She checked me around 4:15 (the time here is a little bit hazy) and lifted her hands up to form a circle and said, “you are this dilated.”  I didn’t know how much that was, but it definitely wasn’t very much.  I then heard her tell my husband that I was only 3cms dilated.  My thought was, “What?  I am only 3cms!”  The contractions were about three minutes apart and feeling really strong and I for sure thought that I should be at a seven!  You hear of many women being a three before they go into labor.  I figured that it would be a long night and morning for me!  During the time that I was being checked the midwife asked my husband to fill up the birthing pool with water to get it ready.  When he was doing this the hose fell out of the tub and got our floor a little wet 🙂

After my midwife checked me, she told the doula and my husband that I needed to go for a half hour walk.  She said that the walk would help open my cervix up and get the baby in a good position.  She wanted my hair to be blown dry and for me to put on pants and a jacket.  I only made it about 20 steps out of my room and I had to stop and lean on a bench because I was having a strong contraction.  It was there that my hair was dried a little bit.  I stayed here for awhile because the contractions were one right after the other.  While I was having the contractions the midwife was telling me that I needed to control my breathing so that the baby wouldn’t be stressed out.  I made a conscious effort after that to try and control my breathing during a contraction.  My midwife also told me to imagine my cervix like a flower and see it opening up and to tell my cervix to open up (in my head I was telling my cervix to open up).    My midwife kept saying that we needed to go on a walk, but I was having a hard time walking out of my house because the contractions just kept coming.

I managed to make it to my foyer when I had another series of contractions.  I remember just looking at the tile on the floor and concentrating on those during the contractions.  At this time I got some pants and shoes on.  We make it outside at about 5:30am and we get about 10 steps out and I have a contraction.  I do the middle school dance move (arms around my husband’s neck and his arms around my waist while we sway) to help with the contraction.  When that one is done we walk down to the sidewalk.  I have another contraction and start “the dance” with my husband.  This time around my body just starts pushing by itself and I let out a grunt.  In my head I am thinking that I must be pushing on my cervix that isn’t all the way open and I am probably damaging it, but I can’t control the pushing.  Once that one is over we walk to the end of our property (about 10 more steps) and I have another contraction.  This contraction I push again.  The push was a little bit stronger and the grunt was louder.  My doula asks me if I am pushing and I tell her that I am.  She says that we have to get in the house right now.

I hobble into our house and make it in just a few feet when I have another contraction.  This one I have a HUGE push!  I grunt really loud and this time I feel that the baby has come down.  My doula has gone to get my midwife who is in our bedroom, where I had planned to have my water birth.  After that push I am trying to get my pants off.  As they are coming off there is a lot of “birthing stuff” (as my husband liked to call it!) in them and we know that delivery is probably right around the corner.  My midwife gets to me and checks me and says, “the baby is right there!  Get on your hands and knees and start panting.”  I got on my hands and knees, but I thought that she said “handing” and I had no idea what that was and was a little confused.  After she repeated herself I realized that she wanted me to pant to slow down my body from pushing.  While I was panting my midwife’s assistant went and got some pads and put them under me.  Once the pads were under me I was given the okay to start pushing.

I pushed once and the head came out, I pushed another time and the shoulders came out, and the third push at 5:44 am the rest of the body came out.  My husband “caught” our baby and handed the baby up to me through my legs.  I grabbed our baby and the first thing I see is the face and think that the baby looks a lot like my first son and has my husband’s nose.  Then I look to see if we had a boy or a girl and we had our second BOY!  They gather up the pads and wrap them around my lower body and we walk to the bedroom where I get checked out and I deliver the placenta.  Speaking of the placenta they brought it out on a platter type thing and showed it to us and described all of it to us, which was really cool to have done!

So, that is my birth story.  I had really hoped that I would get to have a water birth, but it was kind of exciting having him in our foyer.  I am just grateful that I didn’t have him outside in my pants!  I never knew when I was in transition because the contractions were not “out of this world” and how I expected them to be from all of the stories that I heard.  At one point my midwife told me that the contractions wouldn’t get any more intense, but they would come more frequently and I completely agree.  Before going into labor I was nervous about the pain, but it was very manageable and not as strong as I expected them to be.  I know that every labor is different, but I think that if you go into labor knowing that you have to deliver naturally you just get through it.  The labor and delivery of this son was so much easier and faster than with my other son.  The recovery was amazing too and I felt great afterwards.  I am proud of myself for having a natural childbirth because there were many times during the pregnancy where I doubted if I could do it.

Oh, one last tidbit.  I am a quiet person and I was told afterward by my doula and midwife that it was really hard for them to determine visually where I was in my progress because I didn’t make a sound and was so quiet.  They said that they couldn’t tell when I was or was not having a contraction.  I thought that it was obvious because I thought that my breathing was out of control and I would have to stop and lean over something and sway my hips.  They told me that my breathing wasn’t bad at all and that even when I was swaying they didn’t know if I was contracting then or not.  I was told that my labor and delivery was one that you would hope every woman would have because it went so smoothly and I handled it wonderfully.

Here We Go Again!

I think that with every new blog post that I do I am going to write about how bad I am at keeping up with the blog!  The time really does get away from me and I even have trouble remembering what the name of this blog is!  I know, very bad of me!

The summer after my son turned one I started thinking about having another kid.  I wasn’t in any rush to do it, but I wanted to start planning for it.  I decided that I wanted to have a baby in the fall this time around.  My son was born in April and the year that he was born was one of the hottest Springs and Summers that I can remember.  I personally didn’t enjoy having a newborn in the summer heat because I couldn’t do some things with him that I really wanted to, like baby wearing.  I thought that having a baby in the Fall or Winter would be a nice change.  With that in mind I knew that come January I would want to start trying for baby #2.

I had decided that the earliest I would want to have a baby would be in October.  Then I would skip the month of December because we already have a ton of family and friends with birthdays in that month along with Christmas to celebrate.  I would be willing to keep trying up until a May birthday.  If we didn’t conceive by then I would wait another year (see my planning was getting a little crazy already!).  Before I knew it January was here and I kept thinking to myself, “Am I ready to get pregnant again and go through everything with a new baby?”  We were really in a good groove with our almost two year old and I had lost about 20 lbs and was eating well and exercising and feeling great about my body.  I just wasn’t sure if I wanted to get pregnant then.  I talked to my husband about it and we decided that we would not do anything to prevent a pregnancy.  I thought that we wouldn’t get pregnant the first month of trying because our son took three months, but wouldn’t you know a month after “not trying” we found out that we were pregnant.

I was so very excited to see the two lines on the pregnancy test and couldn’t believe that we would be going through the pregnancy journey again.  We had talked about how this would be our last child so I really wanted to enjoy every moment of this pregnancy because I wouldn’t get to experience this wonderful and painful process ever again.  We also decided to take a whole different route with this baby than with our last.  We decided to have a home and water birth!  Our son was born in the hospital and I had pitocin, an epidural, and aid from a vacuum.  This time around it would be all natural.  I will have to do another post on home births later and tell why I decided to go that route this time.  We also decided not to find out the sex.  I really wanted to know what it was like to find out the sex at birth time.  I have heard that it is one of the times in life where you are truly surprised.  I am 34 weeks now and am dying to find out what the sex is in 6 weeks!  I have no real deep feeling as to what this baby’s sex is.  All of the online gender quizzes and calendars say that I will be having another boy, but we shall see.

I am getting towards the end of my pregnancy and I have really enjoyed being pregnant.  It did help that this pregnancy was easier for me than my last one.  I had morning sickness, but not that bad.  I really think that starting off 20 lbs lighter helped a lot by just being in much better physical shape.  It wasn’t until about 30 weeks that I started to get some pelvic pain, which appears to be SPD.  I have really been trying to remember and enjoy every part of this pregnancy.  This baby is quite the mover and I have tried to take little video snippets of my belly moving to capture what the pregnancy was like from my point of view.  The one part that saddens me a little is that this pregnancy is flying by so much faster than my first.  I think that once you have a child time goes by so quickly and that made this pregnancy fly by.  I can’t believe that I am close to D-Day because it feels like it was just a little bit ago that I saw those two pink lines!

Febrile Seizure

First, I would like to say that it has been way too long since I have posted in here.  A lot of things have been going on and time is just flying by.  I find that keeping up on my blogs falls behind reading, catching up on TV, and surfing the web 😦  Hopefully, this summer I will be able to get my act together and contribute to this more!

Febrile Seizure: also known as a fever fit or febrile convulsion, is a convulsion associated with a significant rise in body temperature. They most commonly occur in children between the ages of 6 months and 6 years and are twice as common in boys as in girls (Lissauer, Tom-Illustrated Book of Paediatrics 3rd Ed.).  These are two words that I fear!  At the end of February my son had his first febrile seizure and it scared the crap out of me and so far has been the scariest thing that I have experienced in my life.  Below is the story of it happening.

My son had gotten a common cold and had a runny nose and a little coughing, but it wasn’t much.  He was pretty active and seemed very normal.  The cold was going on two weeks and my husband and I thought that by now the symptoms would be gone, but we figured that he would be done with it soon.  One day my son woke up and he didn’t seem to have any symptoms so we thought that it was safe for us to go to the Parent and Child class that we normally go to every Tuesday.  My son was playing like a normal almost two-year old.  He was running around and laughing and when we got to the class he was playing outside on the play structure and playing with a lot of the toys outside and inside.  Around 10:30 my son just came over to me and sat on my lap with his head on my chest and was trying to get comfortable to fall asleep.  In retrospect I should have seen this as my first warning sign that something was wrong.  My son never just comes and sits on me like that unless he isn’t feeling good.  At the time I just assumed that he was coming to me to fall asleep because he didn’t get a good night’s rest the night before.  He fell asleep right away and some of the parents were joking around about how their kid never does that I just kept saying that it must be because he is so tired.  Around 11 the teacher brought out the little table and chairs for snack time.  My son is a HUGE eater and never likes to miss an eating opportunity.  In the class he is always the last one at the table eating and it isn’t because he is slow it is because he likes to eat a lot.  I woke him up and asked him if he wanted to eat anything.  He said that he didn’t (again, I should have seen this as a warning sign), but I took him to the table and tried to get him to eat and drink some food and water.  When he didn’t take any of it I then knew that he was not feeling good.  I checked his forehead and he seemed pretty hot.  I told the teacher that we were leaving.  I got him in the stroller and walked home.

When I got home the first thing I did was go and take his temperature.  It was at about 102.  I then undressed him down to his diaper and gave him a dose of Tylenol.  I then went and got a book that has suggestions on what to do when your kid is sick.  I went to the fever section and so far it seemed like I was doing everything correctly.  I didn’t put him in a lukewarm bath because I knew that he would be a no-go for that and fight me trying to get into the tub.  I figured that with Tylenol and being undressed he would be fine.  I got to a section that talked about what to do if your kid has a febrile seizure.  The first thing it says to do is call 911.  I remember thinking that I hope he doesn’t have a febrile seizure, but he just might so I better pay attention to what this book says.  I put the book down and then I took his temperature again.  He was up to 103 now.  I took him to the couch and we laid down together (he wanted to lay on top of me).  At around noon his body starts to twitch from falling asleep and then the convulsions started (just writing this all down brings me back to that day and makes me all emotional about it!).  He was convulsing and I picked him up and I saw that his eyes had rolled into the back of his head.  I was freaked out by now.  I was yelling his name thinking that if I did this he would somehow come out of it.  He didn’t and his eyes were still rolled back and his arms and legs were convulsing.  I got up with my son in my arms and got my phone and started to dial 911, while in a panic.  It took me a a couple of tries to dial 911.  Hard to dial when you are holding a convulsing baby and are shaking from what is happening before your eyes.  I got a hold of one dispatcher and told her what was going on and she connected me to another dispatcher.  At this time my son was turning blue because he was not breathing.  He also had a ton of drool that was just coming out of the side of his mouth.  I was really freaking out at this time because I knew that this is what my son would look like if he died.  I also didn’t know if I would have my wits about me to give CPR if he needed it.  When I was on the phone with the dispatcher he had to tell me multiple times to calm down because he couldn’t understand what I was saying.  I also took my son outside during this time thinking that some fresh air might help.  Soon after I got on the phone with the dispatcher my son stopped convulsing and he started breathing again.  It was a huge sigh of relief to see him turning back into his normal self.  The color came back to his face and he was a limp noodle against my body.  I was able to calm down on the phone.  The dispatcher asked me if I still wanted the paramedics to come and I said that I did because I wanted him to be checked out and I wasn’t sure if he was going to have another seizure soon after.

I hung up the phone with the dispatcher and called my husband and told him that our son just had a seizure and that I had called 911.  He said that he would be coming home right away and was pretty calm about the whole situation.  Now that my son had stopped convulsing I just held him close.  I stayed outside waiting for the paramedics to come.  I was standing there and a firetruck just passes by and I was waving them down, but they kept going and then 20 seconds later another fire truck comes with an ambulance for us.  The paramedics have me take my son inside and they ask about the details of the seizure.  They ask how long the seizure was and since I didn’t time it I had no idea.  When bad stuff like this is happening it always seems to take forever so I was trying to underestimate the time that I thought it was.  I told them 30 seconds to about a minute.  I know that this time was a gross underestimation because from when he started having his seizure until I was on the phone with the dispatcher it was definitely a couple of minutes, if not more.  They took his temperature and it was almost at 103 (I am guessing that it went up to 104 when he had his seizure).  They checked his vital signs and everything looked good.  They just remarked at how lethargic he was.  They asked if I still wanted to be taken to the ER and I said that I did.  We got in the ambulance and I sat on the stretcher with my son on top of me.  It was both of our first rides in an ambulance.  My son just laid there the whole time.  The EMTs were very nice to me and gave me a little plastic fireman’s hat for my son.  We got dropped off at the ER and because we were not a high priority we waited to be seen.

We were seen first by a triage person and they took my son’s temperature and it was between 102-103.  They then gave him a dose of Motrin.  We then saw the Doctor.  The doctor looked over my son and said that what he had was a febrile seizure and he explained what it was to us.  He said that in my son’s case his temperature went too high too fast and that is what most likely caused it.  He said that it does happen frequently in children and that most kids grow out of it by four, but by six all kids should have grown out of them.  He said that the seizures do not affect the brain in any way and because my son had this seizure it doesn’t mean that he will be epileptic.  All of these words were reassuring.  He then said that since my son now has had one febrile seizure he is going to be prone to them and we have to keep an eye out on him whenever he gets a fever.  He said that as soon as he gets a fever we have to give him medicine until there is no longer a fever.  He had us wait 30 minutes after we talked to him so that they could take my son’s temperature again and make sure that he was good to go.  After the 30 minute wait my son’s temperature was taken and he was down to 97.  The doctor said that a lot of times they have found that Tylenol doesn’t help reduce kids’ fevers like Motrin does and we should get some Motrin for our son.

We were released and given information on febrile seizures and told that we had to keep our son medicated until he no longer had a fever for 24 hours.  We stopped and got some Motrin and gave my son Motrin and Tylenol alternating every three hours (that is the minimum wait time between the two).  You could do Tylenol every four hours and Motrin every six hours if you wanted to stick with one medicine.  We also gave him a lukewarm bath, which he didn’t like and took him on some walks outside during the night when it was cool.  We had him sleep with us and we set an alarm to go off every three hours so that we could give him medicine.  My son started acting more like himself when we were at the hospital and as the night progressed he was turning back into his normal self, which was such a great thing to see.  We had my son on medication for about a full day before his temperature was back to normal.  We also called our Pediatrician and told her what happened and we made an appointment to see her a couple of days after he had his seizure.  She basically told us all that the doctor said, but she did add that the kids that she has dealt with that have had febrile seizures usually have had only one or two of them.  That was a good piece of information to hear.  Maybe it is because parents are on the lookout for when their kids get sick and feverish?

Since this incident I had looked up a lot on febrile seizures and of course there is a ton of information out there.  I really like this website http://marloelaine.com/febrile-seizures-facts-prevention (their story is very similar to ours).  When I talked to people about how my son had a febrile seizure I was expecting them to react more than what they did.  I got a lot of “lots of kids have febrile seizures and your son will be fine” or “It was just a febrile seizure.”  My husband wasn’t nearly as freaked out or worried about it and I told him on multiple occasions that if he had been there and had to witness our son having a seizure and then turn blue he would probably think that it is a bigger deal than it is.  It seems to me that the people that can sympathize with me the most are other moms with kids around my son’s age.  In the process of talking to other moms about what happened to my son I have found out that more kids that we know have had febrile seizures too and it is more common then I thought it was, but not a lot of people talk about it.  For days after the seizure I couldn’t go to bed without remembering what had happened to my son.  It scared me to death and it would make me very sad every time I thought of it.  It got better as the days went on and he turned back into his normal self.  I think that with my son having this seizure it made me have a greater appreciation of him being in my life and I tell him every day how much I love him :).

It has been three months since his febrile seizure and he has not had another one.  He currently has a cold that is working on being here for two weeks.  I have been keeping a close eye on him and checking his temperature and forehead for any signs that he might have a fever.  I also now know that when he wants to lay on top of me instead of play he is sick and not being extra cuddly or tired that day.  I just hope that the febrile seizure he had back in February is his last because I don’t think that I could watch my baby go through that again!

I Can’t Imagine My Life Without My Kid

A couple of days after giving birth to my son a close friend of mine asked me, “Can you imagine your life without your kid?”  I replied to her, “Absolutely!”  It had only been a couple of days and all that I had known previously to that was my life sans kid.  I didn’t know what life was going to be like with a kid and for the first couple of days that I had him the full impact of having a baby didn’t really hit me.  Now fast forward two years and I find myself saying, “I can’t imagine my life without my son.”  I know that this is just a saying that means that you can’t imagine having a life without your little one, but now I find that there is some truth in that saying because I have a hard time remembering what my life was like before him.  Of course, I remember my youthful days and some big events that happened in my life prior to him, but when I try to think about what my daily life was like when it was just my husband and me I have a hard time remembering!  What did my husband and I do all of the time?  Now my days are filled with taking care of my little one and I treasure any of the free time that I get to myself.  I have no idea what I did with my free time when I was not a mom.  I also wonder how my life was fulfilling when I didn’t have my son in it?  I am ALWAYS in awe of him and there are so many times in one day that I just look at him and think about how much I love that kid and how lucky I am that he is in my life.  I really can’t imagine having him not be a part of my life.

Boogers!

One of my motherhood “joys” is picking the boogers out of my son’s nose.  It sounds disgusting, but I am sure if you talk to most moms they will also agree that picking boogers is something that they get excited about.  As a mom I am constantly on the look-out for the little boogers in my son’s nose.  Since my guy has not mastered the fine art of nose picking it becomes my duty to do it for him.  The challenge comes when you are trying to figure out how to get that little sucker out of there!  I have small fingers, but fingers way too big for the little nose of my son.  When he was a baby we would try to do the bulb syringe, but he hated that and it only seemed to work when there was a lot of snot.  I was once told about a motorized bulb syringe that would suck the boogers out like a vacuum cleaner.  It sounded like an awesome invention, but I never did look into that (should I have kid #2 I think that I will have to explore this option!).  The best thing to get the boogers out was our fingers, mostly the pointer one.  Now that my toddler is at the age where he understands what you say to him it is a little easier to get him to cooperate when he has a booger.  If the booger is really stubborn (which by the way, makes it the more challenging and fun), he gets a little irritated at the third to sixth tries of getting it out!  When I do get the booger out I show it to him and say “look at that big booger!”  He enjoys looking at the boogers almost as much as me :).  He has tried to pick his own nose, but doesn’t quite know how to do it right.  I am not sure at what age they master picking their nose, but I don’t mind that that day will come because I don’t think that I will be excited about picking a kid’s, teenager’s, or adult’s nose (besides my own!).

Inspiration

One would assume that I would say that my son was the inspiration for this blog, but that is not the case for this one (I do have another blog devoted all to him!).  A very good friend is having her first baby in February.  Her sister asked all of her friends and family to create a page that has advice, wisdom, or stories about my friend that will then be put into a book for her.  I thought and thought about what I would write to her and how I could be creative about it.  I thought about doing a scrapbook page with some cute little antidotes about motherhood, but I wasn’t feeling that.  Then I thought that I would type or write out a letter to her and “pretend” that it was an actual letter to her, but that wasn’t what I was looking for either.  Then it came to me; I would write a page as though I was writing a blog!  I picked out a few tidbits of advice I wanted to share with her and wrote it out blog style.  When I was done I had two full pages and I had really enjoyed what I had created.  I was a little sad that I hadn’t thought of this whole blogging idea earlier when I was pregnant because I could have written some good stuff in it :).

That is where this blog comes into play.  Like I mentioned earlier, I have another blog devoted to my son (yes, I am a little bit of a blog junkie now) and that blog is mostly updates about him and our family escapades.  I think of that blog as being for friends and family to see my son’s progress.  I want this blog to be more about my experiences in this crazy adventure of mommyhood!  I hope that you enjoy what I have to say!

Cheers!

-Heather