Sorry for the long break, things have been rather hectic here and I always forget to update when I have a moment to do so. Since December I have been baby sitting a couple of little kids (they turned 1 and 3 this year) 5 days a week and they keep me busy. Plus I have to keep an eye on my nephews and niece when they're here. So I rarely have any free time, and when I do I use it to relax.
Last winter Amber was sicker than a dog, she was not having fun during Thanksgiving or Christmas. When New Years eve arrived I had asked my brother in Law Luis to pick us up a pregnancy test, also the girls at Ambers work had questions too... So Luis brought us one and she took it, we found out we are having another child. Olivia was (still is) so excited. Amber still getting sick and everyone thought it was the usual morning sickness so we weren't really worried.
Olivia tries to kiss the baby everyday and the baby she loves him or her. But amber kept having these attacks that leave her in pain for 6 or 9 hours at a time. She was at this point well into the second trimester so we knew it wasn't morning sickness. So she made a couple of calls and made appointments to see what the problem was. I think she had an attack so bad she went to emergency room, I can't really remember. She found out it was a gallbladder issue and she had some gall stones. This explained why she was getting so sick. So they scheduled a surgery date to remove the gallbladder.
Now when Amber told me this my mind started racing. I started thinking of the million things that could go wrong. I'm kind of a worry wort, and I had to push those fears down. The surgeon told her that the second trimester is the perfect time to get it removed, the baby is small enough and in the right position that they could do it with out cutting the belly open, They make 4 or 5 small incisions and go in those and pull the bladder out. He also told her that the risk to the baby is incredibly small and that he has done this surgery on many pregnant ladies. I mean, I felt a little better but was still worrying about the many things that could go wrong.
So the scheduled the surgery 3 weeks out... which we didn't understand because if this was a thing that had to happen sooner rather than later why the wait? But Amber changed her diet and for the most part avoided the attacks. We have been eating a lot of frozen food Livvy and I, because its not fair for me to cook something that Amber cant eat. Now we come to the week before surgery and the Hospital calls Amber that they need to reschedule the surgery. Her OB was out of town the following week so the scheduled it for the week after. 2 more weeks... Amber and I were pissed. It may not seem like that big of a deal, but Amber is pregnant. She needs to eat for the baby to be healthy and this diet was driving her insane- no fats, no grease, just plain chicken, rice and cheerios basically.
Amber is in her 28th week. Almost 29th, and we went to the hospital on Thursday for her surgery. The OB, the Surgeon and Anesthesiologists all came in to talk us through what would happen and that it should be easy. We overheard the surgeon say he just needs a note from the OB telling him something, but the OB wanted to be in there monitoring the baby. They took Amber back and I almost lost it, I was freaking out so bad. Michelle (ambers mom) took me to get lunch and to calm down while Amber was in there. After an hour we went back and when we got to the waiting room the OB was already there waiting for us, looking for us. Needless to say my heart dropped for a second. All those years of watching medical shows didn't adequately prepare me for this.
But it was all good news, he told us the baby did fine. He was moving around a lot so they had to move the monitors around a lot but he was fine. Then the surgeon came in and told us that everything went fine, they found more stones so they did a quick x-ray found her gallbladder filled with stones he told us so it definitely needed to come out. Michelle took me to get a haircut, which I haven't had in a while. We got back to the hospital at like 430 I think, mind you I hadn't used the restroom all day so I told Michelle I was going to use the restroom and ill meet her in the waiting room.
I opened the door to the restroom, it was big and heavy and swung back fast- it knocked me off balance, I twisted my ankle and fell down. I was screaming in pain and people probably thought I was crazy... they got a wheelchair for me and advised me to go to the emergency department. I didn't think it was that bad, I wanted to see Amber so I told Michelle that I think its ok lets just go to the waiting room and wait. When we got there I wanted to check my foot, so I took off my shoe and tried to take off the brace but the pain was just to bad. If you don't know I wear AFO's (ankle-foot orthotics) to help me walk. The pain was so bad when I moved it that I told Michelle I think I need to have it checked out.
Long story short I broke my ankle. If I didn't have those braces it could have been a lot worse. I then told Michelle about the bad feeling I had about Ambers surgery and she said the bad feeling wasn't about her, it was about you (me). So Amber and I are fine, they gave me a walking boot/brace for me foot and that works. I'm trying to take care of Amber the best I can.
Pray for us.
Thank you.
~The Jarnagans
