Announcing...

Cleveland baby #2


We found out Sept. 7 that we were expecting our second child. Although, it has been hard emotionally for me, we are very excited to begin this new journey. I first spotted around 6 weeks, I was sent in for an ultrasound and saw our little dot:



Everything was fine with the baby. The placenta had implanted over my cervix, but nothing to worry about this early. I went home happy and that everything was okay. My 10 week appointment was on Oct. 22nd and I spotted then. It was actually kind of a little gush. I didn't worry about it since they said this could be normal as the placenta continues to grow with the uterus. That visit was awful. My appointment was at 3:00. It was fairly busy and there is more than 1 doctor. So I waited patiently as person after person was called back. Finally as a lady who arrived at 4:00 got up to ask how longer it would be and they told her she was next, I was like oh no...I got up to ask and my cry baby pregnant self lost it. I signed in, but they never checked me in. They marked me off and everything, but it was an over sight! Oh, they felt really bad. I got right in and started my appointment. At my doctor's office, the first visit is done with the Nurse Practitioner. She brought my wait to the dr.'s attention and they gave me a free ultrasound with their portable machine. It was nice; plus everyone in the office, and I mean everyone was apologizing! I got a few free extras. They definitely made up for it.

Anyway, when I went in I told them about the spotting from earlier that day and they said they wanted another formal ultrasound. This was Wednesday the 28th. The placenta is moving, but it is tearing a little bit which is causing the spotting. After evaluating the results with the doctor, I was called on Thursday. This is where it is hard for me. I have been put on a lot of restrictions. I can't exercise, I can't lift/push/pull anything over 5 pounds. I was told no vacuuming, things like that. Well, my 30 pound 2 year old is off limits. It hurts emotionally when he reaches for me and I can't hold him. Scott is good and will pick him up and place him on my lap. But I want to cry every time. As the days have gone by, I have come to realize how restricted I am. I can't move my desks at school. I can't lift a laundry basket. I can't push a cart at the grocery store. It seems like everything that I have taken for granted is being taken from me. I know it is all for the best for the baby and I am terrified of what may happen if I don't follow his orders. The last thing I want is to be on bed-rest. I am a very independent person and this news has been hard on me. I want to hold my son, I want to do the laundry. These things I am looking at in a whole new light.

I got this news on Thursday and I was a disaster. Scott was at work and I needed to talk to someone. I drove to my friend's house and she was so kind to listen to my woes. Especially since she is having trials of her own. And it was even better when her husband came over later to help Scott give me a blessing. It was a beautiful blessing and helped put me at ease, but I am still dying inside as I deal with complications that I never had with Trevor.

On the bright side, here's a picture of our child at 11 weeks. It's amazing how much he/she has grown since 6 weeks.