Tx2: Terrible Two's AND Teething Toddler.
Tuesday, she threw up all day. Tuesday night was unbelievable. She spent the entire night screaming (deathly, ear drum shattering screams), crying, and kicking because of the pain. I was kicked in the stomach, neck and head butted while Carlo was kicked in the stomach, hit in the face and laid on like a pillow. I even put Orajel on her gums and that didn't help. The pain was so intense that she would call out to us and she called us everything she could think of.
Wednesday, Carlo and I laughed at the fact that poor Valentina probably thought that calling us in each language would help ease the pain. If she knew Japanese, she might have used that as well. Wednesday, she slept most of the day and ate very little but managed to eat some saltines and pizza (crust with very little sauce just for flavor) She also had a fever that was almost 103. Thursday, she started to get some of her appetite back. She had some Teddy Grahams, prosciutto, cookies and chicken with spinach... but very little of each. It was better than nothing.
By the time she went to bed, we thought she would be almost better by today. I was wrong. At 8am I woke up to someone calling me and holding her sippy cup. She drank some water until I took it from her. I gave her some Cheerios with very little milk.. just enough to get them soggy so she could chew without pain. 2 minutes later, those Cheerios came back up with water. I made her lay back down and she quickly went back to sleep.
It's now 2:13pm and she's eaten about 10 saltine crackers, and is watching cartoons acting normal. I hope the worse it behind us.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
|leaving for the hospital|
The 21st came and still no sign of anything. By the time dinner was over, I was exhausted and told my mom I was going to lay down because I wasn't feeling very well. I had my first contraction but it wasn't anything to get excited about. As the night went on, I started to get some random contractions. Carlo made me a hot water bottle to help with the back pain.
At 12:50 am, I got up to go to the bathroom. I came back and told Carlo to be on Stand-by. I had just lost my mucous plug and the contractions were starting to get regular. By 3am, I was awake and trying to relax as much as possible. I sent text messages to my siblings letting them know to keep their phones near by. I made a snack and then went to bed around 5 am. By the time, Carlo woke up, I told him to stay home because it was probably going to be THE DAY. We woke up calmly and just stayed home.
|saying goodbye to Valentina|
I kept having regular contractions every 4 minutes but they weren't enough to send me to the hospital. In fact, I kept saying, "Let's wait a bit." "They're not strong yet." or "They're not regular anymore, let's wait until they get regular again." At 11:30, we called a taxi and said good-bye to our Moms and to Valentina. We've been telling her for over a month about Elisabetta so, she already knew there would be a new addition to the family. So when I said, "We're going to go get the baby!" all she said was "Bye!". I wanted to cry as I left her. We've NEVER been apart since she's been born and I was going to miss her probably more than she missed me.
We got to the hospital and I was hooked up to a fetal heart monitor at 12:15. I got a quick exam and was at 3cm. I changed into my gown and was taken to my room. This time, I shared with 2 other girls. An Italian and... A GYPSY! We saw her wandering around the halls and Carlo and I were hoping not to be in the same room. I labored and walked around the hallway for a few more hours. At 6pm, I was examined again and I was almost at 6cm. They took us to the labor room but not before they asked us to get the baby's first outfit and ALL valuables to take with us. (again, the Gypsy in our room)
She (the gypsy) was actually already in the labor area but I'm sure her people were roaming around our room. Once I got into the L&D area, I was hooked up again to the monitor and I laid in bed as the contractions got stronger. Carlo, my wonderful supportive hubby, was by my side holding my hand, helping me breath and reminding me that it's ok to scream and cry.. if I wanted. The OB came in and broke my water but the baby was still really high and they said I would have to stand up for the reminder of my labor to get the baby to drop. After a few minutes of really intense pain, they came back in to check me and I was already at 8cm. They literally rushed me into the delivery room and told me not to push yet. Housekeeping was still cleaning up from the last delivery when they brought me in. They hurried and helped me up onto the bed. They kept telling me not to push. Carlo came in all dressed in his gear and was by my head.
|after delivery- delirious and exhausted|
They immediately took Eli to clean her off while they wiped down the entire floor. Like Valentina's birth, they barely ruptured my water so when she was born, all of my water came rushing out. Once they cleaned the floor, the OB returned to clean me up and to remove the placenta. Then it was time for stitches which of course I felt every. single. one. of them. While all of that was going on, I could hear Carlo in the hallway, calling his mom, then my mom, and sending text messages. What seems like forever, I was finally able to sit up and walk back to my labor room and rest for the next 2 hours. I was extremely exhausted but I managed to call my mom, my brothers and sister, my friend Jill and send a few text messages. Afterwards, I feel asleep but I was still listening to what Carlo was saying. I know I spoke back but I'm not sure what I said. I was delirious. I asked him to take a picture of me so that I could remember that moment of pure tiredness.
By the time, I knew it, it was time to go back to my room. I decided to keep Eli with me since I didn't have a chance to really look at her or hold her. Once I settled in the room, Carlo left and I tried to get some sleep. One of the nurses came in to see how we were doing. I slept pretty good that first night since Eli slept most of the night. When she did wake up, I got to finally hold my little bundle of joy. We really thought she would be smaller since she measured on the small side. However, I really packed on the pounds the last month so, she ended weight a little bit more than Valentina. The next day, our visitors began showing up which is always nice. Of course our first visitors were Nonna, Abuelita and the BIG sister! Valentina looked at me a bit strange as if to say, "Where have you been MOM??" One look at Eli and she knew that her little sister was finally with us. From that moment on, Valentina has not wanted to leave her little sister. If I'm feeding her, she's right there next to me. If she's in her stroller, she goes right up to her and says "hi" then wants to hold hands with her. We're really lucky that she's not jealous at all!
|Carlo's Mom, Valentina and me|
|My mom and Eli|
|Valentina brought me a candy bouquet|
|walking home from the hospital- 4 days later|