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Balance

The last week has been a struggle with finding balance. With determining priorities. I am beginning to feel mildly overwhelmed with the fact that we are 18 weeks away from having this baby. Stuff gets in the way of what’s really important.

Last Friday night, Cameron was taken to the ER by paramedics after I found him having difficulties breathing. We learned when we got to the hospital that he had pneumonia. I don’t want to go into too many details but suffice it to say his airway was nearly all the way closed. It was very serious and very, very scary. We haven’t been talking about it much because it’s been pretty traumatic, so if this is the first you’re hearing about it, I’m sorry. He was in the hospital most of the day Saturday but is feeling so much better now. I am still trying to cope in ways that I didn’t think would happen–like constantly feeling the need to check to make sure he is breathing during the night. I know that this will pass, but there is definitely a feeling of helplessness that I can’t shake when I start to think of all the things that could have happened that night.

Anyway. On to different topics. In an attempt to get back to something relative to normal, on Sunday we drove down the valley to poke around inside Babies R Us. I’ve been trying to get all my ducks in a row as far as preparing things for the baby. Part of the feeling of “overwhelmed” that I’ve been happened lately is related to the fact that last year, when I was preparing for the wedding, I had a definitive timeline of…this is what I need to get done and this is when I need to have it done by. For some reason I don’t feel like I have much of a concrete timeline for this. I don’t want to spend much money buying things ahead of time because I know a lot of them will (hopefully) graciously be gifted to us by friends and family at the baby shower, but that isn’t until the end of September, which leaves me feeling woefully unprepared until then. I like being prepared and ready! So, I wanted to go to Babies R Us so that I could see some of the big items rather than just add them to the registry without “trying them out” first. The crib I went mostly on looks and reviews, so I wasn’t as concerned about that. As long as it is convertible and actually comes with the conversion pieces I was happy. We have a king-size bed in the baby’s room right now and I figured between that and the changing pad we got when our neighbor sold us their pack and play, I didn’t need another piece of furniture so I opted out of buying a changing table. We are already short on room as it is. I was really confused by the whole car seat/carrier/stroller business though. Do I continue to use the car seat base with a booster seat? What if I got one of those all-inclusive 4-70lb car seats? Do I still need a carrier then? WHY IS EVERYTHING SO BLOODY EXPENSIVE? We poked around for a while and the registry person helped answer some questions and eventually we decided the best way to go would be with a travel system, which is the stroller, carrier, and car seat base all in one box. It’s a big expense out front, but probably cheaper in the long run than buying all the pieces individually. We’ll have to buy an extra car seat base for Cameron’s car and probably one for Grandma’s car too, but as long as we have one we’ll at least be covered initially. So we played with all the different strollers and finally picked out one of the more expensive models, but it had so many perks (mainly that it’s lightweight and can be folded up with one motion) I figured it would be worth it than to save some money and hate it in the end. I also wanted to see an Ergo carrier and cloth diapers, but despite selling them on their website they do not carry them in the store. That is one thing that despite all the references I have been given by friends I am still so freaking confused on. We decided that we will put stuff on the registry and if we get it new from friends and family, awesome. If not, we will try to look for it used. Last week I snagged a high chair at the thrift store for 12 bucks. It’s nothing flashy but why should I spend $75 on a chair that is just going to get dirty all the time? So we’ll be hunting for thrift store finds a lot in the coming weeks I’m sure.

I’m pretty sure Celia is going to end up being a dancer or some kind of athlete. I swear most of her day she spends having a rave inside my tummy. Our doctor told us Cameron probably wouldn’t be able to feel motion until 24 weeks or later, but Celia’s kicks have been so strong not only can he feel them but he can see them too. I feel like the opening sequence of Aliens some nights, ready for her to pop out and get going. She’s already even kicking the remote off of me. Definitely a mover and a shaker. She probably weighs right around a pound now. I have officially put on a solid 10 pounds but I am happy to say I still look and feel amazing. Thanking my lucky stars for that. Everything is right front and center. Yesterday we were taking a walk and I noted that from my shadow you might not even know what was going on in there. It feels pretty good when people either 1) don’t even realize I’m pregnant or 2) can’t believe that I’m almost 5 1/2 months along. It feels nice to be considered “small” for once in my life! I am a little daunted by the notion that Celia is going to put on anywhere from 5-7 pounds in the next 17 weeks, which seems super fast to me, but I think I have a decent head start as far as not having gained too much excess weight so far. I think a lot of that is coming from the fact that I haven’t really changed my diet, I’m not eating in excess, and what I am eating I try to keep relatively healthy. In the end as long as Celia is growing appropriately, I’m happy. But if I can continue to look good I’ll be happy too. 🙂

Some bumpdate comparison photos, for your viewing pleasure…(And because I had 2 pictures with the same shirt)
Week 17:

And Week 22:

Moving right along!

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What? No Noah Wyle? So Disappointed.

My week started with a bang!

Okay, maybe not a bang. More like a pop-crack-ow. How, you ask? Late last night, coming down the stairs to go to bed, I decided it would be a good idea to turn off the lights at the top of the stairs. On my way down in the dark I thought I was at the bottom step. Turns out I wasn’t. I was two steps up still. That’s what I get for walking down the stairs in the dark. Without my glasses. Yep.

So anyway, as you can imagine, I came down the stairs in terrific fashion. Ankle rolled out, cracked like a whip, and started screaming. Or maybe that was me. Actually I know I wasn’t screaming. I was mostly just sitting there unable to breathe and finally started going “ow. ow. ow.” Luckily, Cameron (in bed) heard my swan dive, and came rushing which is good because I didn’t have the breath to call for help.

I’ve never broken anything before. About the worst I’ve ever done is pop my knee out of place briefly once when I crashed my bike at age 12. I had stitches in my chin when I was 5 or 6. But other than that I was too much of a chicken during my childhood to do anything that might have gotten me hurt. Needless to say, this hurt. It hurt a lot. But after a couple minutes of agony I was able to rotate the ankle just a little, so I figured it probably wasn’t broken. (Cameron broke his ankle when he was a kid and told me that there was no way I’d be able to do that on a broken bone.) I also distinctly recall my dad telling me that when you break a bone, it hurts so much you want to throw up. Well, I didn’t want to throw up (not really) so I figured it was probably a good sign that nothing had broken. Still, I’d heard it crack really loudly, so that worried me. Cameron ran to the freezer and brought up a bag of mixed veggies and helped me up. It was only a couple steps to the bedroom (thank goodness I fell on the right landing) and I was able to put a little weight on it, so that was an encouraging sign. We did the whole RICE thing (rest-ice-compression-elevation for those not in the know) and I took some ibuprofen and finally after about an hour or so of pretty bad pain I was able to drift off to sleep.

This morning the pain was much less and the swelling had gone down some (maybe a chicken egg as opposed to a…duck egg or some other slightly larger bird fowl) and there was a bruise on my foot. I was able to put weight on it but after walking off the initial stiffness I kept feeling a shifting sensation in my heel when I brought the toes forward. I gave my dad a call, because he used to be a really avid hiker and mountain climber and has dealt with all manner of first aid and I figured he would know if I should go get it checked out. He suggested I truck over to the ER to get it looked at because joint injuries are hard to diagnose and you never know if something is wrong or not. So I called work to say I would be late, hopped in the car (luckily the injured foot is not my driving one AND I drive an automatic, phew) and drove the approximately two blocks to the ER.

One of the most pleasant things about living in a small town is that the ER is not jam packed with people waiting to be seen. In fact aside from the nurses I was the only person in there. So they wheeled me back to an exam room right away, took down my information, and about 2 minutes later they wheeled in an X-Ray machine, took my bone’s picture, and then I sat there for about another 15 minutes waiting to hear from the dr.

Who doesn’t love a trip to the ER first thing Monday morning?

I should note that I am a huge fan of the show ER. While I was sitting there waiting I was really hoping that Dr. Carter (you know, Noah Wyle) or even better, Dr. Ross (George Clooney) would come traipsing in in his white lab coat and lay it all out for me. No such luck.

Oh, the good ol’ days.

Instead I got the equally-as-pleasant-but-not-quite-as-adorable Dr. Daley, who informed me that I did not have any breaks or fractures (yay!), but I had stretched all the ligaments surrounding my ankle (boo!) and he was going to put me in a walking splint for 7-10 days along with more of the RICE/ibuprofen routine and I should be a-okay.

So that’s that. The nurse fitted me with the splint and I hobbled awkwardly out of there. My first trip to the ER! And no intense music or handsome George Clooney doctors. What a bummer. I’m at work now (someone else already called in sick and I figured it would be decent of me not to leave them in a huge lurch) but I am sort of hoping that after everyone goes to lunch and the morning rush settles down I will be able to go home and sit on the couch with my kitties for the rest of the day. Luckily I found a way to sit on my stool and prop my foot up on one of the drive-up tube dispensers, so it’s helping a little. Could be worse I guess. They even let me keep the ice bag which is refillable! Woo!

Anyway, hope your Monday is way more spectacular than mine!