Saturday, December 22, 2012

Bio Physical Profile

          We had our second BPP this past Thursday and so far everything looks perfect with baby girl! Because we had the BPP one day then the Diabetic Clinic the next, we decided to get a hotel and spend the night. The snow has come hard and furious in our area and we didn't want to chance driving on the bad roads two days in a row. Luckily the pool was a huge hit and my son was more then excited to be there with us. Normally he hates the drive down to where our doctor is located and I can not blame him. It is a very long and boring drive with nothing but trees to look at the entire way, however with the promise of swimming in December, he was very accommodating. 

       During our BPP our son had lots of questions for the ultrasound tech. I love our doctor's office and I love the ultrasound clinic just as much. The wonderful tech was so good about answering every question he had and even giving him a snack and a drink when he said his tummy hurt from being hungry. We were there for well over an hour as the tech took her time explaining to our son what she was looking for. After her amniotic fluid was measured, her practice breathing assessed and her growth measurements taken, the tech spent quite a bit of time just playing around with our baby girl. We were able to watch as she waved, smiled and even opened her eyes to look around. It was by far the most amazing ultrasound I have every experienced and would love to share some photos of that day with you. So here is our baby girl, who by the way still doesn't have a name. :) I hope this makes up for my lack of posts. 

Baby Girl's little hand. It was amazing watching her wave at us.

I am so in love with her chubby little cheeks!

And her beautiful little lips.

She looks so much like her big brother!!

Right now baby girl is measuring around 2lbs 15oz and hopefully she continues to grow bigger and stronger. I can not wait for her to be in my arms!!!

Glucose Tolerance Test

      I had my glucose tolerance test done on Wednesday, December 19th. This time around was a great deal more difficult then I remember it being with my son. This time I had fasted from 10pm on the 18th until noon on the 19th. Because I had gone so long with nothing in my stomach, the Glucola they gave me to drink did not want to say down. Also, with my son I had my choice of the lemon lime drink or the orange one. The first time around I chose the orange and it tasted a lot like an orange soda, minus the bubbles. I drank it down with no issues and before I knew it the test was over. This time however, they did not give me a choice. The lemon lime was the only flavor they offered and it was given to me lukewarm. Only a few sips in and I was gagging. Knowing that I only had 5 minuets to get it down or I would have to come back and do it all over again made me a bit nervous. I did not want to get sick so I asked for an alcohol swab. For some reason the smell keeps you from actually getting sick. It was a little trick I learned while laying on the table during my c-section for my son. Thankfully I was able to get the entire bottle down and despite it having been 7 minuets instead of 5, i was given the all clear. Now it was just a matter of keeping it down for the next hour until they could draw my blood. 

     I knew if I had to just sit and stair out the window in the waiting room, I would end up getting sick. I had to move around and be somewhere other than the hot confines of the hospital. Thankfully the nurse was very accommodating and allowed us to go for a ride until it was time to come back for our blood draw. My husband and I ended up driving around town with the windows down and just talking about the upcoming holiday. Thankfully the time went buy quickly and I was able to go in for the blood work. 

    Now to those of you with great veins that they are able to find every time with no issues, you I have a little sour spot in my soul for. I'm sorry, I try not to, but I do. Almost every needle stick I get is like a game of hide and seek. I try to hide under the table while the nurse tries to wiggle that darn little needle all through my arm trying to find the vein. Ah, please just take it out and try again, don't go searching for it! Anyway, after a few tires, they finally got the blood they needed. 

     Yah, time to celebrate one more test crossed off the list. Yahoo! Even better, this one was two in one! Glucose and platelet count for the Lovenox. Knowing that our blood work was done for at least a month or so, I was in the mood to celebrate. However the party was short lived. The next day my doctor's office called to let me know that I failed the tolerance test. I was told that I would have to go back in and drink two of those nasty drinks and have my blood drawn every hour for 4 hours! I explained to the doctor that I knew there was no way I would be able to do it. I felt so bad but I knew there would never be a way of me keeping two of those bottles down. I havent' been able to tolerate eating anything sweet during this pregnancy and the idea of two of those bottles made me want to cry. After some talking it over, the doctor decided to just send me over to the Diabetic and Endocrinologist Center. Yah more needles I get to stab myself with daily. 

   Thankfully I was told that they strongly believe that I will be able to control my gestational diabetes with diet and exercise. No insulin YAHOO! Now I started monitoring myself on the 19th and so far   my highest sugar level has been 114 and my lowest 70. Now I am not an expert on this by any means, but don't these numbers seem very un diabetic to you? So now I am hoping that a mistake was made and that after I return to the clinic on January 10th, they will tell me everything is perfect and I can stop testing my blood 4 times a day. Fingers crossed!

A week in the hospital

   This past week was spent with me in the hospital, admitted to the Labor and Delivery ward. My time spent there was long, boring, scary, sad, painful and bordering on terrifying. This past week reminded me that getting pregnant isn't always the hardest part when it comes to trying to bring a new life into this world. Getting pregnant, no matter how hard it might be, may just be the easiest part of the entire process. Sperm meets egg, egg fertilizes, fertilized egg implants and bam your pregnant. In hinds site, not that difficult of a process. Now, keeping that fertilized implanted egg safe for the next 40 to 41 weeks is another story. Things happen, as I have experienced first hand. Bad things CAN and DO happen during pregnancy. Not everything is written in black and white. Not every positive pregnancy test results in a healthy baby. No every pregnancy goes the same and not every day in a pregnancy is the same. Nothing is guaranteed. There are happy days, scary days, days filled with joy and days filled with sorrow.
     In April of 2005 I found out I was pregnant for the first time, then on January 18, 2006 I gave birth to the most precious baby boy imaginable and my heart felt a love that it had never before known. For six more years we tried for another baby, another precious miracle to love. Then on  December 5, 2011 my world was filled with Joy once again. We finally got a positive pregnancy test and things looked perfect!! Then on January 10, 2012 I said goodbye to a baby that I wold never hold in my arms, but instead forever hold in my heart. Finally, after nearly giving up in June 2012 I found out I was pregnant for the 3rd time. This time I was cautious and in disbelief, but after we approached the six month mark, I though we were in the clear. Then once again things changed and on November 13, 2012 I woke up sick and in a great deal of pain, on November 15,  I was admitted to the hospital, November 16,  I was told there was a possibility that I would be delivering a 24 week old baby in a matter of hours, November 17,  I was told they had no idea what was wrong, November 21,  I underwent surgery that brought about no new answers and finally on November 22,  I was sent home, still pregnant with medications and weeks of worry ahead.

    Let me start by going back to Tuesday, November 13th. I woke up tired and uncomfortable, but chalked it up to being in a car for almost 8 hours the day before. However as the day went on I began to feel more uncomfortable and really nauseated. Finally around supper time I was vomiting and experiencing a great deal of pain in my lower right side. I had my appendix out years earlier so there was no worries with that, but the pain was in the same area. Because the pain at that point was not constant, I thought that I might just be having really painful Braxton Hicks contractions. I tried to time the waves of pain but there was no pattern so I tried not to worry. Finally after a really uncomfortable evening, I took some Tylenol and went to bed. I was able to sleep most of the night so I figured that it was just a strange episode and would resolve on it's own. The next morning I didn't feel too bad, a little sore but nothing that I couldn't handle. I told my husband that I was going to take it easy for the day and hopefully be back on my feet the next morning. Most of the day I was fine, but by late afternoon the pain returned and this time it was worse then before. I spent the day trying ice, warm packs, Tylenol and even a warm bath to relieve the pain. Nothing was helping and the pain was starting to get overwhelming. Finally around 6pm I phoned the emergency on call doctor at my OBGYN's office. She told me that it was probably nothing and to try to rest and take it easy. She told me that if the Tylenol was not working that I could try to take a Vicodin, which she new I had from a previous surgery. She told me to watch for any signs of contractions and to rest as much as possible. After looking up online just to confirm that the Vicodin was safe, I took one and tried to go to bed. The pain did not subside and I could not lay still. I went out to the couch to talk to my husband and the pain became much more intense. I stood up to go back to bed and when I did, I noticed the couch had a wet spot on it. I knew that I had not peed so I panicked that my water had possibly broken. I immediately called the emergency doctor back and she asked me quite a few questions. After I had answered everything, she felt as though it was most likely not my water breaking but just a lot of discharge. She told me to try a second Vicodin when I was able to and to try to get some sleep. She also told to call my doctor first thing in the morning to let him know what was going on, but that everything would probably be better by morning. I took the second Vicodin and went to bed. I laid there for hours in pain before finally falling asleep around 6am. Because I was asleep and thinking that I was finally resting, my husband sent our son off to school then went out for the day. I stayed asleep until almost 11:00 when I woke up in pain once again. This time the pain was very specifically located to one spot in my right side and was unbearable. I was on the floor crying and was really worried that something more was going on. I though that it might be an ovarian cyst so I called my regular OBGYN right away. The nurse got on the phone, took my information and told me the doctor would call me back. In the meantime my husband came back to let me know that our son was spending the night at my parents house and he had gotten us tickets to see the new Twilight movie. I didn't want to spoil is surprise so I told him that if the doctor said everything was fine, we would go. It took hours for the doctor to finally call back. Turns out they had a major flood in their office and thing were a mess there. He told me that he wanted me to go to the hospital in Bangor and go into the Labor and Delivery unit. He would meet me there and run a few tests just to make sure everything was alright. My husband and I got in the car and left for the hour long drive to the hospital. During that time the pain got so bad I could not help but sit there and sob. By the time we arrived at the hospital I was in so much pain that I was once again vomiting. As soon as we got to the nurses station, they jumped into action. They had been waiting for us to arrive and already had a room for me. They brought me in, had me change into a gown and called the doctor to let him know I was there. They did some basic vital signs and got me ready to see the doctor. Instead of my doctor coming in, the midwife that works with him showed up. I had met her before and really liked her, so I was comfortable that it was her there instead of my regular doctor. She took one look at me crying in the bed and told me that I was there for the night. Before I knew it an IV was stared and medication was finally given to relieve the pain. She went over my entire history and possibilities of what could be going on. They ordered an ultrasound for first thing in the morning and worked on controlling my pain that night. Because my husband had to work early the next morning, he didn't stay with me. I was so medicated that him being there wouldn't have done much more then causing him not getting a good nights sleep. So he called my family, said goodbye and headed home. Because of the medication given, I was finally able to get a little bit of rest. That is after loads of blood work and other hands on tests. The next morning the doctor came in to see me and after a quick physical he told me that he suspected anything from a twisted ovary to the possibility of my placenta detaching. Because of my history with a questionable placenta, he immediately ordered steroid shots to be given to try and help develop our daughters lungs so that she may have a chance of serving birth if she were to be delivered in a matter of hours. As soon as I heard those words I started to panic. I was 24 weeks that day and I knew it was way too early for her to be born. I was alone with no family and I was scared. I had no chance of hiding the tears that began to flow down my cheeks and I sat there, fearing the worst. Before I even had a chance to really grasp what was going on, a nurse came in with the first injection of steroid. It was real, this was happening and I was terrified. Thankfully just as that was happening my husband walked into the room. I can not begin to tell you how bad his timing usually is, but this time, it was perfect. He came right over to me and held me and asked what was going on. After explaining everything, I was taken away to ultrasound. That first test showed what my doctor believed to be a twisted ovary, but a normal healthy placenta! Ok so the scariest possibility was negative, Thank GOD!!! However a twisted ovary can still be a big problem. After checking my kidneys, gallbladder, liver, bowel and everything else in that area, I was sent back up to my room. The doctor reviewed that ultrasound and still questioning what he saw, so he ordered a second. This time the ultrasound tech came to me and they did everything right in my room. Knowing how scared I was, she made sure to let me see that our daughter was doing well and everything with her looked perfect with her. It was such a huge weight off my shoulders to know that she was not in immediate danger! So the second ultrasound was reviewed by my doctor and the specialist working on my case in Portland. My doctor said my ovary looked normal but the specialist believed it was twisted, so yet another ultrasound was ordered. This time I went to the big bad machine as they called it. They kept me in bed and wheeled me down to the Maternal Fetal Medicine department for a high tech ultrasound. This third ultrasound for the day showed a normal ovary and normal everything for that matter. Nothing could be seen that would be causing me so much pain. However even with the pain medication being given, the pressure of the ultrasound was too much and the pain was beyond control. I cried throughout most of the scan and despite another look at our precious little girl, I was miserable. After being wheeled back up to my room, my doctor came in to talk to my husband and I. Nothing could be seen on ultrasound but I had every symptom of my ovary twisting on itself. Because of the amount of pain I was still in, he decided I that he wanted me to stay the weekend to be monitored and so my pain could be controlled. He also wanted to make sure that my ovary wouldn't suddenly twist over the weekend and not be near the hospital if I were sent home. Fearing that something could still happen to our baby, I agreed to stay where I was. It was so hard being away from our son, but I knew I was where I needed to be in case something should happen. I stayed for the weekend with no real changes. I was given medication around the clock and still I was in pain. Finally on Monday the doctor returned and told me that I would be going in for an MRI later that day. Later that day turned into later that night and nothing happening at all. It wasn't until about 6:00pm that the nurse came in and told me that the ultrasound tech didn't want to do the MRI and my doctor was fighting with him to get it done. Because of the conflict, nothing would be done that day.

    Tuesday, still no MRI and this time the doctor decided that he wanted to just go in to do an exploratory surgery to get to the bottom of things. Because I am on Lovenox, a blood thinner, I had to wait until the following day for surgery to reverse the affects and avoid a bleeding episode. So all of Tuesday I worried about surgery. Because my husband had gone home Monday night and was sick most of the night, I was alone from Monday night until Wednesday afternoon. Tuesday was filled with another ultrasound, my first Bio Physical Profile, to check on our baby's development, size, fluid level and practice breathing ability. This had been scheduled for almost a month prior so they decided to just keep the appointment. I was told that practice breathing doesn't normally start until around the 28th week, but there she was, breathing away. I am sure it had something to do with the two steroid injections she had been given earlier in the week to help develop her lungs for the possibility of delivery, but it was still exciting to see. Everything looked perfect  and I was sent back upstairs for blood work and rest.

      Finally on Wednesday, bright and early at 5:45am the nurse woke me up to prep me for surgery. I was scared and once again couldn't hide the tears that began to trickle down my cheeks. I hated that I was alone, but I wanted to make sure my husband was healthy before he came around me and the new babies that I shared the floor with. At 6am a man stood at my door with a stretcher to take me to surgery. I climbed onto the stretcher and tried to compose myself on my way downstairs to the OR. I did really well until the nurse in the pre-op room told me not to worry, that it was a simple surgery. Yah, the last time I had a "simple" surgery, it turned into EIGHT! Again I started to cry and she did her best to console me. Before I went into surgery, the doctor wanted our babies heart rate monitored so they called back up the the 7th floor for someone to come down. My favorite nurse that had been taking care of me jumped at the call and even left her patient in labor to be with me. Despite my fear of hospitals and wishing I didn't have to be there, I  can honestly say that the nursing staff there made me feel so much better. They were kind, caring and just amazing people. I hope I can find a way to show them how much I appreciate everything they did for me while I was there.
     Anyway, she came right down and picked up my babies heartbeat right away. As we were listening to the thumping of her heart, one of the OR nurses came in to talk to me. She kept saying things like "well if something happens nothing will be done to save your baby, she is too little and not viable." Or she would say to someone else in the room "we don't need those medications, nothing is going to be done, the baby isn't viable anyway." At first I wanted to cry because my worst fear was  facing me. The idea of going into surgery and having something happen and the doctors NOT working to save my baby. I wanted to get up and run, but something took over and I looked her straight in the face and told her "Look, babies are viable at 22 weeks, my Daughter is already beyond 24 weeks, almost 25 weeks and she is completely viable and everything WILL be done to save her if the need be"! The other nurse in the room agreed that everything would be done to help her if the need arose and my doctor also confirmed that every measure would be taken because she was at the point where she could survive outside of the womb. I will be making a complaint to everyone that will listen about the nurse who I had "differences" with. Nothing should be said like that in front of a mother, I don't care how far along they are. It was uncalled for and it only made the situation a lot more stressful and scary for me.
    Thankfully it wasn't too much longer before it was time to bring me back into the operating room. Knowing that the nurse from the labor and delivery unit would be there when I woke up, I asked her to make sure that the first thing I heard when I woke up was my baby's heart beating. She promised she would do everything she could to make sure that was the first sounds I heard and with that I walked away into the OR.
     This was not my first surgery, but this was the fist time I had such a bad experience being put under sedation. As soon as they stared giving me the medication to put me under, the IV site in my hand failed. The medication started going everywhere and the nurse told them to stop. She apologised and said that they were unable to wait until I was asleep to start a new IV and would have to do it now. What she didn't realize was that some of the medication had made it's way in and I was only half awake. I was awake just enough to move, but I was unable to talk. I was also unable to breath! The medication had already begun suppressing my respiratory system and I felt like I was being smothed. I was only like this for about 30 seconds before the doctor who was in the room finally noticed and shouted for them to help me. That 30 seconds seemed like so much longer and the panic was not relieved right away. The nurse grabbed the plastic mask and told me to just try and breath, but there was nothing coming out of it. No air, no medication, nothing. I was crying and screaming in my head for someone to just put me out, fearing that I was going to be awake when they put the breathing tube in! Finally I started to slip into nothingness and before I knew it, everything was over. 

    Waking up was painful and scary. I only remember crying in pain and begging to hear my little girl's heartbeat. When I finally was able to calm down, I could hear her the little thump thump thump of her heart in the background. My wonderful nurse was by my side and doing everything she could to distract me from the pain and have me focus on the amazing sound of her healthy heartbeat. When I finally did calm down, the doctor told me that they did not find anything that would explain the pain that I was in. I was frustrated and upset that I still had no answers, but at the same time I was overcome with pure bliss knowing that my little girl was safe and healthy. 

    After a great deal of trial and error with the pain medication, I was finally released from recovery and wheeled back upstairs. Because the surgery had "woken up" my uterus, I was put on Magnesium Sulfate for 24 hours. Wow that stuff is no picnic! My arm burned constantly from the Magnesium and weekend all of my muscles. I was unable to walk to the bathroom and had to be forced to use the commode next to my bed. I guess it was better then the bed pan, but I just don't do well using the restroom with people watching! Oh well, when your pregnant you mine as well through modesty out the window. After I finished, I was happy that the nurse was there, because she noticed that I had begun to bleed. Just when I though everything was alright and I could relax, now I am bleeding again! My Mother and son were in the room so I had to hold it together so they wouldn't get scared. Thankfully my little man is a good distraction for any bad situation and before too long, the doctor came in to take a look. It was then that I found out that I had been given a catheter and that is where the bleeding was from. Ok easy enough! It was then that I was also told that during the surgery, the doctor found a very large collection of blood vessels on the side of my uterus. To make sure that I wasn't developing a clot in one of them, I would be sent down to the MRI. Yah, this day just got better and better. At least the Magnesium was shut off for during the test and my poor arm got a rest from the burning. The MRI went really well and after everything I had been through, I was just exhausted and somehow managed to fall asleep during the test. I'm not sure if you have had an MRI before, but they are LOUD, but I guess my exhaustion was louder. After the test was over they showed me a photo of my baby girl. I looked and made the comment that she was so cute sucking her thumb, then the doctor explained that it wasn't her thumb, but instead her toe! Silly little girl. 

    Thankfully the MRI came out normal and I was able to spend my last 24 hours in the hospital resting as much as possible. The Magnesium weekend my muscles so much that I cold barely move around, even to the commode right next to the bed without help. Thankfully I did not get any of the other side effects that can be associated with the medication and after my 24 hours were up, I was finally sent home. I was so happy to walk through the door and finally lay down in my own bed! My son stayed with my parents for one more night and my husband went out Black Friday shopping. At first I was sad not to have him with me, but after finally being able to get some real sleep, I was thankful. 

    So I still have no answers as to what caused the pain and the pain is still there. Most days it is very mild and I do not need any medication, but other days it is so bad I am stuck in bed without the strength of desire to do anything. Because of this, this post is coming VERY late. But it is finally done and I will once again do my best to play catch up for everyone. Please don't give up on me just yet. :)

Friday, December 7, 2012

Still here.

I will try to post a complete update in the next few days, but the past few weeks haven't been easy. I had to spend a week in the hospital, undergo surgery and now I'm trying to recover. Me and baby are doing much better after a really bad scare. Hopefully the rest of this pregnancy will be more uneventful because I could use a break.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Baby Name Poll

Jeff and I are really struggling with naming this baby girl, so we have decided to ask for your help. Please vote on the name or the spelling of the name that you like the most to help us narrow down our list. We will be announcing Baby Girl Gordon's full name the day she is born. I really feel as though we are going to need to see her to make our final decision. If you have any names to suggest please feel free to leave them in a comment below. If we really like the name, we will add it to our poll. Thank you for everyone for your help in advance, I hope you have as much fun helping us choose her name as we have had.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Halloween Baby Bump

Just a quick post to show off my 5 1/2 month belly. 

I hope everyone had a safe and fun Halloween!!!

Placenta Previa and Thrombus Factor 2 mutation.

Filling in the rest of the blanks as to why my posts have been so late. 
At my second ultrasound we were faced with more then just finding out the gender of our baby. I knew something wasn't quite normal because the scan lasted well over our appointment time. The technician spent a great deal of time measuring an "abnormal spot" behind my placenta, along with the blood flow through our baby's brain. Laying on the table, watching the images of our baby up on the monitor was such an amazing experience, but in the back of my mind I couldn't help but wonder what was wrong. We waited for so many years to finally have this precious child, how could something be wrong now? I knew that I could not ask the technician what was going on as they are not allowed to really give much information, but she was really good at giving us as much  as possible. 
She explained that the "spot" behind our placenta appeared to be the most likely source of our bleeding episode. She told us that sometimes the placenta can detach slightly from the uterine wall and when that happens, it often causes bleeding and in my case the majority of the bleeding has resulted in a pool of blood that is trapped. The "spot" will be monitored at each and every ultrasound to make sure that it does not grow in size which could indicate more detaching. 
When I asked why she was spending so much time on her brain, she said she was just checking to make sure that the blood flow was at a normal level and that everything looked alright. She then stated that since we are labeled as a high risk pregnancy, that more measurements would be taken. High risk, why are we high risk? That was the first time that day that I would hear those words, but no the last.
After we finished with our appointment we were told 2 things. 1 that we would need to be rescanned in about 2 weeks because they were not able to get good photos of her heart. This happened with our son so I was not nervous about this at all. Baby was just laying in a bad position to see things clearly. The 2nd thing we were told was that we had a video conference with a specialist from Portland in the next room. I knew we had a consultation, but I had no idea it would be like this. 
Jeff and I sent Tyson off with my Mom while we waited in a small room for the phone call to come through. As we were sitting there I had a thousand bad things going through my mind. Was she going to be alright, was she going to have T18 like my niece, was she going to come home with us. My heart was in my throat as we sat there waiting for the doctor's video to come on the screen. 
After about 20 minuets the monitor finally came to life. There on the other end was a doctor from Portland who had a thousand questions about my medical past. Because I have had close to 19 surgeries, the background info took forever! Finally after everything was scrutinized he explained that because I tested positive for a blood clotting disorder (the Thrombus Factor 2 gene) and had already experienced a blood clot, I would have to be placed on blood thinners and monitored very closely. I will have to inject into myself once a day starting at 22 weeks until about 36 weeks when the injections will go to twice a day. Thankfully the medication will NOT pass through the placenta to the baby. The major problem comes from the possibility of her also carrying the mutation and thus also having the possibility of having a blood clot in utero. This could lead to a number of problems, most of which I can not allow myself to think about. 
We were also told that the "spot" behind my placenta could and most likely will result in some bleeding again. As long as it is a dark brown color (old blood) it is not that concerning. However if it is a bright red, that could spell trouble. 

It wasn't until our follow up with our doctor that we were given another huge blow. Apparently the reason why they were so concerned with the "spot" is because I have a complete placenta previa. A placenta previa is best described as a placenta that is lying unusually low in your uterus, next to or covering your cervix..

There are three locations that a placenta can be. As in the picture shown it can be a normal placement, meaning it is high on the top or sides of the uterus. A Marginal placenta previa is a low lying placenta that is partially covering the cervix. A complete previa is when the placenta is completely covering the cervix.  If it is just a low lying or marginal placenta it has the ability to migrate, thus removing the risk factor. A placenta doesn't actually move in the uterus, but as the uterus expands, it pulls the placenta to a new position. The doctor explained it as drawing a dot on the bottom of a balloon. If you blow up the balloon the dot will move, but instead stretches to a new spot. In our second ultrasound it appeared that our placenta is in fact a complete previa. In most cases a complete previa does not have the ability to migrate to a safe position. 

Because of this, on top of my blood clotting disorder, I am now considered extremely high risk. To try and avoid any complications I have been told that if, or when I should start bleeding again, I will have to remain in the hospital until we deliver. This is something I will try to avoid at all cost. I don't think my son could handle me being gone for any length of time right now. He has been super clingy since we told him that we are pregnant. He is scared that if he leaves my side, something bad will happen to the baby. I hate that he thinks that way, but it's understandable after what happened last time. 
I also have lost the option of having a VBAC. Because the placenta is covering my cervix, if I should go into labor, my placenta could deliver before the baby, leaving the baby without oxygen. To avoid this, my c-section date will be moved up to avoid me even going into labor. Because I live over an hour from the hospital, they want to make sure that I don't even experience contractions. To monitor this, and our baby, I am going to start going in for monthly Bio Physical Profiles up until about 28 weeks, then I will go in every week until about 36 weeks then they will be moved up to twice a week until delivery. When my doctor was going over everything with me, she asked if I simply wanted to move into the office, seeing as how I am going to be there almost as much as her. 

In case you don't know what a Bio Physical Profile is, I know I didn't, here is a quick rundown. 
A biophysical profile (BPP) test measures the health of your baby  during pregnancy.  A BPP test may include a non stress test with electronic fetal heart monitoring and a fetal ultrasound.  The BPP measures your baby's heart rate, muscle tone, movement, breathing, and the amount of amniotic fluid  around your baby. I go in for my first BPP on November 20th. I will be praying that everything looks good and that my placenta has migrated, even a little! 

Since learning all this, we had another ultrasound. This was to get a better picture of little girl's heart. Thankfully after completely somersaulting she finally got into the right position and they were able to see that her heart is perfectly normal. So I hope you will understand why it has taken me so long to get everything updated. Between looking my Mother In Law and finding out everything isn't perfectly normal, I have been really stressed and not in the blogging mood. I do promise to try to be better at updating everyone on what is happening and to make up for my lack of response, here are a few pictures from our 20th week ultrasound.
I can't believe how much she changed in just 2 weeks! Look at those  cheeks!

This one was taken for my son so he knew his sister didn't turn into his brother.
I can't believe the size of her foot! I stopped buying baby socks for her because I am almost certain she will fit into mine when she is born!

21 weeks and 6 day pregnant with a baby........???

Finally I have time to sit and write this post. Too bad it's only because my son has the stomach flu and we are laying low at home today.

Anyway I know a lot of you have been waiting a long time for me to finally announce what the gender of our baby is. I was going to post all of the gender tests that we had tried, but I know that would make this post way too lengthy, so instead I am just going to list our favorites. If you would like to know what other tests we tried, just write me and I'll send you a list.

The first gender predictor that we tried was the Intelligender test. It is a first morning urine test that you can buy online or at any local Rite Aid or Walgreen's.
 (We picked ours up at Rite Aid for about 40$).

 You take the test by collecting your First Morning urine in a small cup then retrieving 20ml in the  syringe provided. You then remove the sticker on the top of the bottle, and inject the urine. Do not replace the sticker when you are done. Then you simply swirl the bottle for 10 second and then leave on a flat, WHITE, surface for 5 minuets. If the color turns dark green it is a boy result. If the color turns an orange it is a girl result. Here are photos from the test I took.

As you can see it is clearly a girl result. So that's  
  Girl 1     Boy 0

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Lunar Age
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Lunar Month of Conception
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The next one we tried was the Chinese Gender Cart. This is a simple, online chart that is based on your Lunar age and time of conception. 

Because there are so many different versions of this "ancient" test, I decided to Google the top rated and most accurate sights. This is the sight that came up in most of my searches. 

What I like most about his sight was that it has an easy conversion on their page to find your lunar age, which is different from your "normal" age. Just type in your Birthday and month of conception and you will be given your lunar age for the entire year. For me and my conception month, my lunar age is 33 and if you go to the chart, look at the age 33 then over to the 6th month,
 the result is a girl.

 Girl 2     Boy 0

 The next predictor that we tried was based on the number of beats per minute of the baby's heart rate. The old wives tale states that if your baby's heart rate is between 120 to 150bpm, then your baby is a boy. If the heart rate is faster than 150bpm, then that indicates a girl.
At our first appointment, our babies heart rate was 165 beats per minuet and that would suggest a girl result, but we were told that in the first few months of pregnancy, a babies heart rate is faster then it's "normal" heart rate. We were told that we should wait until we were in our second trimester to do determine what our baby's "normal" heart rate would be. So at our second appointment our babies heart rate was at 126bpm and our doctor even suggested that she would have to guess that the baby would be a boy. 
 Girl 2  Boy 1

However, when we went to the hospital a few days later because I was bleeding, our babies heart rate was 156bpm and at our third ultrasound the baby's heart beat was almost the same at 159bpm. So that would indicate a Girl result. 
Girl 3  Boy 1

It was at this ultrasound that we also found out for sure what the gender of our baby is. The ultrasound technician was so amazing and was very good about keeping the secret from Jeff, my Mom and myself. The only person she told was my son, Tyson. He was going to keep it a secret until we got home that night where he could announce it to all of our family at once. In reality he lasted about 3 seconds before we all knew what the baby was. 
Before I get to reveling the gender, here are a few photos from that day's ultrasound. 

This was my favorite photo. Giving us all the thumbs up.

So now it's time to finally reveal the gender of our little miracle. The newest member of the Gordon Family is Drum roll please.............

Baby Girl Gordon should be joining our family around March 9, 2013!!!! We are all so excited and can not wait for her to get here!!
Congratulations to all those who guess right!!!