I called to tell Kevin in a panic - this was the second time he received the news we were expecting this way. No balloons or cute "you're a daddy" t-shirts for him -- he gets his crying but laughing, scared but also happy wife on the phone. Oh well.
I threw up just as much with Taylor as I did with Bailey - and FYI, with both of them I still gained about 40lbs each.
I felt best at night, so before going to bed I'd have a full meal - my fave was grilled chicken sandwich, cheddar cheese on top. Fries on the side - way on the side so they didn't get mushy. With black rasberry ice cream, whipped cream and extra cherries thank you very much - or should I say thank you Kevin, he was my go-to-boy.
Everyone needs a go-to-boy.
We found out we were having a girl and I was so happy! I always wanted a sister, so I was so happy the girls would have each other. I remember asking Kevin if he was disappointed and he said, "How could I be disappointed when I love Bailey so much? I will love another girl just as much."
Have I mentioned lately that I like him. He's rad.
During this pregnancy, I saw a specialist again bc of the blood issue and now also bc of the CF possibility. At every ultrasound - like once a month - they (because it was a practice, saw different peeps all the time) would ask me over and over to get tested and I kept refusing. I found it offensive that they kept including, "You still have time to persue all options." Finally I told them to write it in huge permanent marker all over my folder that I was NOT getting tested for CF and I would NOT have an abortion. So disgusted. Why didn't I want to get tested? Because it didn't matter. The mutation that Kevin and I have combines to create a mild mutation, so there is nothing in utero or after birth that needs done. I would just worry, so why do that? After Tate was born we had her blood tested and found out she is a carrier of my gene (thankfully the mild one) but doesn't have it. Praise God!
So about this blood issue -- before I was ever pregnant, I got tested for something called Factor V Leiden, as it is a clotting disorder and my dad died from a Pulmonary Embollism. They determined I had Factor V - which was upsetting bc you think about your own mortality, you know? They weren't treating me for it, and wouldn't unless I was pregnant or as I got older, but told me not to take birth control hormones. So that explains these 2 babies I have -- because ALL other forms of birth control in my opinion, are the "you can run but you can't hide" variety. With Taylor I was even more shocked than with Bailey - truly to this day, I think it's a miracle she's even here. But it only takes one little guy to make his way through somehow...
I'm getting sidetracked. Anyway, I got retested after Tate was born for Factor V bc I was having no issues. I don't have it. Then last year I took yet another test bc which test was right? I do have a blood thing but not FV. I'm glad I was wrongly diagnosed, bc perhaps wouldn't have the 2 children I do, so I view the mess-up as God's hand at work and I am SO grateful. So, so grateful.
So here she is. I was scheduled for a C-section bc after my hell having Bailey, I didn't even want to try a V-bac. Her delivery was smooth as silk. I had her at Virtua and I loved everyone I dealt with. The anethesiologist was someone I wish I could move into my house -- she sat at my head the whole time and spoke softly to me and stroked my forehead. I loved her. I miss her.
Anyway, this time I got to see my baby be born. They lifted her out and I was sobbing, I was so happy. They brought her to me and I got to kiss her and I remember saying to Kevin she didn't look like Bailey. I remember looking at her ears and was so happy that she had Kevin's ears bc I don't like mine - Boo has Kev's ears too. And Taylor's chin dimple was even deeper than Bailey's!! They finished me up, cleaned Taylor and about an hour later I had her in my arms. I remember I kept looking at the clock and asking Kevin to ask again if she was done, I wanted her. She was a great nurser, and bc Bailey had stopped nursing before I wanted her to (at 5mos and there was no wooing her back), I had really looked forward to feeding her. Both my girls roomed in with me, and I didn't like them being out of my sight. ALTHOUGH with Tate, on my 3rd day I let the nurses keep her while I napped for just a bit bc I had no visitors and I wanted to rest up before leaving. I should've rested up more.
We got home and all was fine for like a day. Then she started screaming and didn't stop until yesterday. No I'm just kidding -- but she screamed A LOT. We thought she had colic, then after 6 mos they started testing her for things that could be wrong. We had her x-rayed, we took her to a gastro dr, and an ENT just to name a few. Fast forward until she was over 3 and she was finally diagnosed with sensory disorder. Our life changed dramatically, and I will forever be grateful to Sensational Kids for our start in the right direction.
Taylor Elise is a joy in my life, to put it mildly. In her short 5 years she has taught me so much.
I think I'll keep her.