The husband and me have 3 beautiful children. Our daughter A is 10 (going on 16, rule follower and animal lover), our middle son C is 8 (soccer mad and tender-hearted) and our youngest son L (aka the Royal Prince Baby) is a 6 year old homebody who likes nothing more than to stay home and snuggle on the sofa. Each of them have completely different personalities and birth stories. I will spare you the very gory details so don't be afraid to read on :)
I had 2 early miscarriages before I finally became pregnant with A at the ripe old age of 35. We were living in Minot, ND. I'd never been around babies and knew nothing about them, hence not being ready to have one till I was "ahem" older! Although I didn't feel old, as soon as I tested positive I was classed as high risk due to my advanced maternal age. Pfffft. My whole pregnancy experience with A was thankfully event free and painless although we were constantly worried because of the previous miscarriages. Seeing as it was my first pregnancy, I took it as a license to eat unlimited Oreo Blizzards from Dairy Queen. I gained a whopping 65lbs!!! Her due date was actually on my birthday in December which was rather exciting, but what babies ever actually arrive on their due dates?
Fast forward to December, the day before my due date. I went to see my doctor who gave me the usual tests, everything looked fine. Later that day, I got a phone call from the nurse telling me that my protein levels and blood pressure were very high indicating pre-eclampsia (which can be dangerous for both mother and baby). She told me to come in and pick up a large container in which I had to pee for the next 12 hours, then bring the contents back to the hospital in the morning when they would start to induce me. The only thing they can do for pre-eclampsia is to get the baby out ASAP. I did as they asked, but around 2am I started getting contractions, at least I thought that's what they were! The husband took Molly (our dog) to boarding, then off we went in -20 degree temps to the hospital with my bucket in hand.
The hospital took said bucket and told me to come back in a couple of hours, so we hit up a local diner for my last meal before baby. I wasn't allowed to eat much, so toast and tea was it for me. It was hard watching the husband tuck into one of the diner's finest and largest breakfast plates. How thoughtful of him...!
Back to the hospital where they confirmed that yes, my levels were very high and they whisked me upstairs to get the process started. Although it was painful during the contractions, we actually had a fun day! I gorged myself on jello and frozen popsicles, the nurses were lovely, we were having a good laugh and it didn't seem like there was anything to worry about. That is until around 10.30pm. I'd been pushing all day and suddenly A's heart rate dropped. The atmosphere changed immediately. We didn't really know what was going on, but I was rushed to an emergency operating room so they could get A out as quickly as possible. The husband who had been with me all day long, was left on his own in the birthing room, not knowing what was going on and not allowed in the OR because it was an emergency. All we knew was that it was going to be an emergency C-Section. I remember lying there feeling them cut into me (sorry to my squeamish readers). They realized that I could feel it happening so they put me straight to sleep. Next thing I knew, I woke up in a dark room. The husband came through the door with our baby A, but because I was still so woozy from the drugs, I could hardly see her and thought that she had pointy elf ears :) She was born around 11.30pm - on my birthday! How cool is that?!
To cut a very long story short, my pre-eclampsia didn't go away when A was born. My blood pressure, which is usually very low, remained at a dangerously high level so I was put on bed rest for a whole week. The doctors couldn't understand why this was happening so it was pretty scary for us, not knowing what exactly was up and why I wasn't getting back to normal. To add to this, we were moving to Germany in a matter of weeks so it was a pretty stressful time. We were lucky enough to have our own room in the hospital the entire time though, so we had plenty of time with A, although I was pretty much a mess. The husband stayed with us the entire time. When I was eventually allowed to leave (the temperature was around -30 deg), it was all systems go to get ready for our international move which involved first driving to CA where it was warm enough for Molly to be able to fly with us! A few thousand mile drive with newborn and crazy dog? No problem! But that's another story...
We were in Germany when C was born. There was no room at the local military hospital so all my care was at a local German hospital. What a great experience! My doctor looked like Starsky, never wore socks with his Birkenstocks and would tell me "You must drink the German beer at least once a week because it is good for the baby"! Ha! While I never actually indulged in this, I was tempted, but I guess it's ingrained in me after reading too many pregnancy books that it's not quite such a good idea to do so. Most of the hospital staff spoke some English, but I was thankful for my high school German, although the nurses did seem to laugh and giggle a lot when I spoke!
Again, this was a pretty smooth pregnancy although obviously, I was a bit older than last time. My doctor, being German, was into everything being as natural as possible. He decided that I could try for a natural birth this time even though I'd already had a C Section. He was so laid back about the whole thing that I was in agreement. I got very sick towards the end of the pregnancy so my wonderful Mum came from Scotland to look after me and A because the husband was crazy busy with work and school. Anyway, C who is also pretty laid back, still showed no signs of appearing - even 2 weeks after his due date, so they scheduled me for a C Section. We showed up at the hospital and within a couple of hours we were in the OR. The husband was allowed to accompany me this time which was great. Again, it was a very jovial atmosphere with lots of banter and joking which relaxed us both. Everything went smoothly this time and out popped C, a huge, chilled out baby! Again, we had our own room to bond with him and spent a few days recovering and relaxing. It was a Catholic Hospital so I had several nuns taking care of me and bringing me food which was a lovely experience!
Shortly after C was born, we decided we would like to have one final baby. I got pregnant again pretty easily (there's only 15 months between C and L). Everything seemed fine until one of my blood tests indicated a potentially life threatening chromosomal defect. They called to tell me this the evening before our movers were coming to pack up our house for our upcoming move to South Dakota. We were in complete shock. The doctor did explain to us that there was a chance that it might be a false positive but that we had to have high level ultrasounds to investigate further. As you can imagine, it was very stressful going through all this when we were living in temporary accommodation and traveling to a new base in a different country. When we got to Rapid City, SD, we had the ultrasound which thankfully indicated no obvious problems with the baby, but it was no guarantee that everything was 100%. We tried not to worry too much even though the husband was going to be gone for the last several weeks of the pregnancy training before deploying to Afghanistan. It was tough. He came home for a couple of weeks before L was born, but left just 6 days after the birth - thankfully L was 100% healthy.
We had scheduled the C Section this time based on the time period when the husband was home. My parents again came out to take care of the other kiddos and to stay and help me for the first few weeks. American hospitals, in my experience, are wonderful. We were looked after from start to finish by lovely, professional staff and again, had our own room the whole time we were in the hospital.
So that's it, 3 very different birth experiences in 3 very different places. We are so blessed with these children of ours and every day is an adventure for sure. Thank you for reading!
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Monday, June 9, 2014
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Molly's story
This (ever so slightly sentimental) post is written by guest blogger Molly.
I've tried to forget my first few months on this earth, but I can still remember how cold I was, how scared I was and how hungry I was. I was born in North Dakota which is frigid in winter and I was never brought inside. I was scared. All I knew of humans was that they yelled and sometimes hit me. Occasionally he would feed me or give me water but then he would fire his gun which scared me even more. He wanted me to hunt but I hated the loudness of the gun which made him even angrier with me.
One day he'd had enough of me and tied me up outside the Humane Society. They took me inside, fed me and spoke nicely to me, but still I shivered. He'd ignored the sign outside that said animals abandoned will not be put up for adoption but put to sleep, but still he left me there. I was sitting in a kennel when a man came up and spoke to me. He told his wife (who was looking at cats) to turn around and look at me. She made a strange noise, came up to me and wouldn't stop talking. They both had kind voices and tried to pet me through the bars. The Humane Society told the couple that I was pretty wild and they left soon afterwards. I was sad. A couple of days later however, I was led into a small room. The couple had come back! I was so excited that I jumped and scratched and even bit them. Oops! They stayed for a while, talking and feeding me treats but then they left again. I was very naughty back then, I can't believe they still wanted me. They vet told the couple that he originally thought I was around 6 months old, but when he checked me out properly, he found I was closer to a year. I was so malnourished that I looked a lot smaller for my age.
The next time they came, I was put on a leash, led to their car and taken to their home! It was warm and quiet. I had a huge, soft bed, lots of toys, rawhides, a fancy kennel, a coat and my very own food and water bowls.
Even better, they had a fenced yard and I got to run around like crazy, chasing squirrels. It was so much fun! They took me for a walk on my leash. I'd never done this before and almost pulled my Mum off her feet several times but man, the smells out there were amazing. I was still scared of other people. I would hide behind my own people and sometimes growl if somebody tried to pet me or approach me. I didn't trust anybody apart from my own humans.
I guess they had been reading a few books on training dogs. They had a plan and went into action straight away. It was so nice to know what I had to do and when to do it. Every 4 hours, they would take me outside to go to the bathroom. I got used to it and learned quickly that I should go outside although I did have a few accidents before I got it down completely. They even got up in the middle of the night to do this for a few months, just in case. I slept in my kennel at night, I felt safe and secure in there and happily went in when they said "Go to your cave".
They taught me to ring a bell on the door handle to let them know I needed to go outside - sometimes I just did it to get their attention and hopefully get a treat but they soon wised up to this :) We would walk for miles. I loved it. They would take me to the store where we sat outside to get me used to people. I didn't love this quite so much. I still would try and hide, but after a while, I realized that nobody wanted to hurt me any more. I would sometimes let some people pet me and I would even lick them! Best of all, I had 2 meals a day, plus treats. Heaven!
One night we went for a drive. We went inside a building and into a big room where there were several other dogs and people. Scary! I tried to get out of there, pulling Mum over, but Dad took my leash and we stayed. The lady in charge of us had a lovely voice which made me want to listen to her. She told us what to do and helped us do it. I learned all sorts of things, sit, stay, heel, down, go to bed, it was great!! Mum and Dad enjoyed it too and the lady answered all their questions - they seemed to have a lot of questions about me. We went here a lot!
I still got freaked out sometimes. Every time they brought out the ironing board or a suitcase, I had to go to the bathroom right there on the floor. Balloons scared the crap out of me too. I did stop peeing in the house after a while and my people were really happy with this. They weren't so happy with me when I got my chew on though. I ate some carpet, my Dad's sock monkey from when he was a child, my Grandpa's golf shoe and several other things. But they're only things right?! And I am kind of cute :)
Life was good! we went fishing, did lots of training and walking and I finally started to relax and even like some of my people's friends. Just over a year later, they brought home a baby. The baby made strange noises and was very small but cute. I kept trying to get a proper look at her but I wasn't really allowed to get too close. One day, the baby was lying on her blanket on the floor. They let me sniff her more than usual. I put my paw out and scratched the baby on the head which made her cry. I felt horrible. My people obviously felt horrible too, my Mum was crying. I couldn't use words to tell them that I didn't mean to hurt their baby but they decided that they couldn't risk it happening again. They took me back to the Humane Society. I could tell they were both extremely upset, it was a horrible day. I felt sad that I was back where I'd started and moped in my kennel.
After 3 days, I was brought up to the front office. My Mum was there, crying and laughing. I was so excited to see her and jumped around like crazy! Apparently they'd been talking about me non stop, decided that I hadn't meant to hurt the baby and deserved another chance because I'd been working so hard to be a good dog. She didn't need to leash me. I ran out front and leaped up into the car to go home where I belonged. I was spoiled rotten when I got home, so much love and attention, it was fantastic! I settled back in and we were a happy family of 4 now.
A couple of weeks later, I found myself in the back of a VW Golf loaded up with bags, the baby and my people. We drove from North Dakota to California, almost 1700 miles, over a few days. I had more space than anybody in the car which was nice! We stayed in some strange hotels on the trip and I got to go to the bathroom in some weird places! We drove this mega distance because we were moving to Germany and the airline said it was too cold for me to fly from North Dakota. I love that my family did all this for me. We stayed in California for a few days and then I went on my first airplane. It was really scary and noisy and I hoped I wouldn't be in there for too long. The only good thing was that I felt pretty safe because I was in my own kennel.
After a 14 hour flight, I was unloaded from the plane and put on a baggage belt in my kennel. I lay there quietly, not knowing what was going to happen next. Then I saw my Dad. I screamed and leaped around until he let me out of the kennel, I licked him to death. I loved Germany. I could go to restaurants with my family where they would give me treats and make a fuss of me. I made lots of dog and human friends. Our neighbor would put all kinds of treats on the wall between our yards for me to jump up and grab. There were amazing walks to go on here too and fantastic trails everywhere, so much fun!
After Germany, we lived in South Dakota for 2 years. When we lived there, I got chased (and bitten) by 2 coyotes. My Dad saved me by yelling at the coyotes and running towards us. That wasn't a very nice day, but it made me love my Dad even more. We now had 2 extra babies in our family too!
Next up, I lived in CA for 2 years with my Dad's Mum while my family temporarily moved to South Korea. I was spoiled rotten and had a life of luxury there. Unfortunately, I was diagnosed with mast cell cancer and had to have a couple of surgeries to remove my tumors. More on that later.
My family came back for me and our next home was in Virginia. I loved it there too, lots of squirrels to chase! I met a wonderful vet here who found out that if I took a human allergy pill every day, it may stop my cancer spreading. I've been on these little pink pills now for 3 years and am doing great. We weren't there for too long before we moved to Tennessee where we now live. I have had one more tumor removal surgery since then, but recovered completely and still love my walks, rawhides and horsing around, when I'm not sleeping that is :)
Now I'm almost 14 years old. I'm definitely a lot whiter than I was, my eyes are a little bit cloudy and I have a lot of lumps, bumps and scars but I can still pull my Mum off her feet if I see a rabbit :) I have 3 beds in rooms around the house but my favorite place to sleep is on one of the kids' beds. I like to steal food from the counter top whenever I can, it's great that my humans still haven't learned to keep it higher up out of my reach! My favorite treats that I get this way are homemade waffles and hash browns. I love my family, they take good care of me and I like to think I take good care of them too. Life is good :) Now I'm off for a snooze, I'm rather tired from writing all this down.
Regards, Molly LeBlanc, aged 13 & 3/4.
I've tried to forget my first few months on this earth, but I can still remember how cold I was, how scared I was and how hungry I was. I was born in North Dakota which is frigid in winter and I was never brought inside. I was scared. All I knew of humans was that they yelled and sometimes hit me. Occasionally he would feed me or give me water but then he would fire his gun which scared me even more. He wanted me to hunt but I hated the loudness of the gun which made him even angrier with me.
One day he'd had enough of me and tied me up outside the Humane Society. They took me inside, fed me and spoke nicely to me, but still I shivered. He'd ignored the sign outside that said animals abandoned will not be put up for adoption but put to sleep, but still he left me there. I was sitting in a kennel when a man came up and spoke to me. He told his wife (who was looking at cats) to turn around and look at me. She made a strange noise, came up to me and wouldn't stop talking. They both had kind voices and tried to pet me through the bars. The Humane Society told the couple that I was pretty wild and they left soon afterwards. I was sad. A couple of days later however, I was led into a small room. The couple had come back! I was so excited that I jumped and scratched and even bit them. Oops! They stayed for a while, talking and feeding me treats but then they left again. I was very naughty back then, I can't believe they still wanted me. They vet told the couple that he originally thought I was around 6 months old, but when he checked me out properly, he found I was closer to a year. I was so malnourished that I looked a lot smaller for my age.
The next time they came, I was put on a leash, led to their car and taken to their home! It was warm and quiet. I had a huge, soft bed, lots of toys, rawhides, a fancy kennel, a coat and my very own food and water bowls.
Even better, they had a fenced yard and I got to run around like crazy, chasing squirrels. It was so much fun! They took me for a walk on my leash. I'd never done this before and almost pulled my Mum off her feet several times but man, the smells out there were amazing. I was still scared of other people. I would hide behind my own people and sometimes growl if somebody tried to pet me or approach me. I didn't trust anybody apart from my own humans.
I guess they had been reading a few books on training dogs. They had a plan and went into action straight away. It was so nice to know what I had to do and when to do it. Every 4 hours, they would take me outside to go to the bathroom. I got used to it and learned quickly that I should go outside although I did have a few accidents before I got it down completely. They even got up in the middle of the night to do this for a few months, just in case. I slept in my kennel at night, I felt safe and secure in there and happily went in when they said "Go to your cave".
One night we went for a drive. We went inside a building and into a big room where there were several other dogs and people. Scary! I tried to get out of there, pulling Mum over, but Dad took my leash and we stayed. The lady in charge of us had a lovely voice which made me want to listen to her. She told us what to do and helped us do it. I learned all sorts of things, sit, stay, heel, down, go to bed, it was great!! Mum and Dad enjoyed it too and the lady answered all their questions - they seemed to have a lot of questions about me. We went here a lot!
I still got freaked out sometimes. Every time they brought out the ironing board or a suitcase, I had to go to the bathroom right there on the floor. Balloons scared the crap out of me too. I did stop peeing in the house after a while and my people were really happy with this. They weren't so happy with me when I got my chew on though. I ate some carpet, my Dad's sock monkey from when he was a child, my Grandpa's golf shoe and several other things. But they're only things right?! And I am kind of cute :)
Life was good! we went fishing, did lots of training and walking and I finally started to relax and even like some of my people's friends. Just over a year later, they brought home a baby. The baby made strange noises and was very small but cute. I kept trying to get a proper look at her but I wasn't really allowed to get too close. One day, the baby was lying on her blanket on the floor. They let me sniff her more than usual. I put my paw out and scratched the baby on the head which made her cry. I felt horrible. My people obviously felt horrible too, my Mum was crying. I couldn't use words to tell them that I didn't mean to hurt their baby but they decided that they couldn't risk it happening again. They took me back to the Humane Society. I could tell they were both extremely upset, it was a horrible day. I felt sad that I was back where I'd started and moped in my kennel.
After 3 days, I was brought up to the front office. My Mum was there, crying and laughing. I was so excited to see her and jumped around like crazy! Apparently they'd been talking about me non stop, decided that I hadn't meant to hurt the baby and deserved another chance because I'd been working so hard to be a good dog. She didn't need to leash me. I ran out front and leaped up into the car to go home where I belonged. I was spoiled rotten when I got home, so much love and attention, it was fantastic! I settled back in and we were a happy family of 4 now.
A couple of weeks later, I found myself in the back of a VW Golf loaded up with bags, the baby and my people. We drove from North Dakota to California, almost 1700 miles, over a few days. I had more space than anybody in the car which was nice! We stayed in some strange hotels on the trip and I got to go to the bathroom in some weird places! We drove this mega distance because we were moving to Germany and the airline said it was too cold for me to fly from North Dakota. I love that my family did all this for me. We stayed in California for a few days and then I went on my first airplane. It was really scary and noisy and I hoped I wouldn't be in there for too long. The only good thing was that I felt pretty safe because I was in my own kennel.
After a 14 hour flight, I was unloaded from the plane and put on a baggage belt in my kennel. I lay there quietly, not knowing what was going to happen next. Then I saw my Dad. I screamed and leaped around until he let me out of the kennel, I licked him to death. I loved Germany. I could go to restaurants with my family where they would give me treats and make a fuss of me. I made lots of dog and human friends. Our neighbor would put all kinds of treats on the wall between our yards for me to jump up and grab. There were amazing walks to go on here too and fantastic trails everywhere, so much fun!
After Germany, we lived in South Dakota for 2 years. When we lived there, I got chased (and bitten) by 2 coyotes. My Dad saved me by yelling at the coyotes and running towards us. That wasn't a very nice day, but it made me love my Dad even more. We now had 2 extra babies in our family too!
Next up, I lived in CA for 2 years with my Dad's Mum while my family temporarily moved to South Korea. I was spoiled rotten and had a life of luxury there. Unfortunately, I was diagnosed with mast cell cancer and had to have a couple of surgeries to remove my tumors. More on that later.
My family came back for me and our next home was in Virginia. I loved it there too, lots of squirrels to chase! I met a wonderful vet here who found out that if I took a human allergy pill every day, it may stop my cancer spreading. I've been on these little pink pills now for 3 years and am doing great. We weren't there for too long before we moved to Tennessee where we now live. I have had one more tumor removal surgery since then, but recovered completely and still love my walks, rawhides and horsing around, when I'm not sleeping that is :)
Regards, Molly LeBlanc, aged 13 & 3/4.
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