Here I am after a year of debating…I want to blog…I don’t want to blog (time to blog)…but after feeling like a blog stalker for the past year I have decided to try it out. I hope to not bore you with my exciting life.
A little background information…September 2007, Labor Day weekend my son and daughter were both at the age where they were doing their own thing in the pool, Logan swimming and Torie in arm floaties and there I was on my raft again. There had been an ongoing discussion in our household as to whether we wanted another child or not. We had one boy and one girl, what else is there? At that moment, in the pool, taking in the sun I had a pretty strong feeling that I was content and that financially we should be happy with the two children we have and be done with it.
October rolls around…um hello mother nature where are you???? A week went by and then another, obviously something is just not right. You know how it goes ladies. That day went and bought two tests not just one, but two, this can’t be true. OH YES it was, who in the world turned on the faucet “ME”! Of course my husband was happy, not that I was not, but just a bit over whelmed.
After the initial shock, everyone was excited including me. The first 33 weeks flew by. (yes I said flew) The doctor starts the measuring and then the look on the doctor’s face, how far a long are you again? I said I think about 33 weeks, why? You are measuring 40 weeks. “Wow” I just figured I was further a long then what they originally thought. He called for another ultrasound that week in his office with no high tech equipment really just the basics. The tech was nice, just kept commenting on how much he weighed and all the hair he had. We left feeling VERY confident that all was well.
Two days later life became a roller coaster of emotions. The doctor’s office called me at work “YES WORK” tells me there is something not right. They continued to use a bunch of medical terms and to be honest after the word “wrong” everything became a blur. They said we need to make an appointment with this specialist out at another hospital to get some better pictures of the baby and see what is going on. I have to admit there should have been a warning siren for “flash flooding”. Not that I like to say I took things for granted but I have to say in this case I guess I did. I have already had two healthy beautiful children and was 33 weeks pregnant and never would have imagined something like this.
As we headed to the first specialist appointment we had a crew, me, Gary, my mom and his mom…those people probably thought what in the world. The staff there was soo very supportive and kind. They went through the ultra (3D) sound step by step with us explaining everything along the way. At that point they determined he has dwarfism, but were not positive which type. After that we met with a genetics counselor, the one thing that blew me away was the question “Do you want to keep this baby, can you deal with this” what do you mean do I want to keep my baby…YES!!! The thought never entered my mind.
We saw the specialist every week for monitoring and stress test at that time they concluded that it was Achondroplasia. Not knowing the severity we checked out the NICU, wow was that heart wrenching. The next few weeks we did a lot of praying and surfing the net, which they had told us not to do.
On June 6, 2008 we headed to the hospital for a scheduled c-section. Landon was born that morning at 8:34, weighing 8 Lbs 10oz. and was 19” long, sure didn’t seem very small to me. He was the best looking baby in the nursery with his full head of blond hair…not that I’m partial. This was the beginning to a beautiful life full of blessings that come in all sizes.
A little background information…September 2007, Labor Day weekend my son and daughter were both at the age where they were doing their own thing in the pool, Logan swimming and Torie in arm floaties and there I was on my raft again. There had been an ongoing discussion in our household as to whether we wanted another child or not. We had one boy and one girl, what else is there? At that moment, in the pool, taking in the sun I had a pretty strong feeling that I was content and that financially we should be happy with the two children we have and be done with it.
October rolls around…um hello mother nature where are you???? A week went by and then another, obviously something is just not right. You know how it goes ladies. That day went and bought two tests not just one, but two, this can’t be true. OH YES it was, who in the world turned on the faucet “ME”! Of course my husband was happy, not that I was not, but just a bit over whelmed.
After the initial shock, everyone was excited including me. The first 33 weeks flew by. (yes I said flew) The doctor starts the measuring and then the look on the doctor’s face, how far a long are you again? I said I think about 33 weeks, why? You are measuring 40 weeks. “Wow” I just figured I was further a long then what they originally thought. He called for another ultrasound that week in his office with no high tech equipment really just the basics. The tech was nice, just kept commenting on how much he weighed and all the hair he had. We left feeling VERY confident that all was well.
Two days later life became a roller coaster of emotions. The doctor’s office called me at work “YES WORK” tells me there is something not right. They continued to use a bunch of medical terms and to be honest after the word “wrong” everything became a blur. They said we need to make an appointment with this specialist out at another hospital to get some better pictures of the baby and see what is going on. I have to admit there should have been a warning siren for “flash flooding”. Not that I like to say I took things for granted but I have to say in this case I guess I did. I have already had two healthy beautiful children and was 33 weeks pregnant and never would have imagined something like this.
As we headed to the first specialist appointment we had a crew, me, Gary, my mom and his mom…those people probably thought what in the world. The staff there was soo very supportive and kind. They went through the ultra (3D) sound step by step with us explaining everything along the way. At that point they determined he has dwarfism, but were not positive which type. After that we met with a genetics counselor, the one thing that blew me away was the question “Do you want to keep this baby, can you deal with this” what do you mean do I want to keep my baby…YES!!! The thought never entered my mind.
We saw the specialist every week for monitoring and stress test at that time they concluded that it was Achondroplasia. Not knowing the severity we checked out the NICU, wow was that heart wrenching. The next few weeks we did a lot of praying and surfing the net, which they had told us not to do.
On June 6, 2008 we headed to the hospital for a scheduled c-section. Landon was born that morning at 8:34, weighing 8 Lbs 10oz. and was 19” long, sure didn’t seem very small to me. He was the best looking baby in the nursery with his full head of blond hair…not that I’m partial. This was the beginning to a beautiful life full of blessings that come in all sizes.
I agree he was the cutest baby in that nursery :)
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