Please Poop

Our poor little girl.  Ever since she was an infant, we have had problems pooping.  We have tried everything (well not literally).  I am sure I've talked about this before.

Once of the issues is that our baby is a carnivore.  She loves her meat and dairy products.  We have been trying to feed her fruits, especially the watery type, prunes, water, juices.  No matter what we do, every few weeks, we have an issue.  It's so hard to see her hurt like that.  I never thought I would say this, but every day I hope for poop.  A Big Poop.  I'd even take a lot of little poops.  

Just like my friend C would say, we need a big dump.  Any suggestions?

Kell Antigen and Antibodies

Prologue

It is hard for my to talk about this as I am a private person.  It is easy to talk about and share with the world the happy, funny, positive moments in life.  Not so easy to discuss the hard, not so fun moments.  We are have them, those not so pretty parts, but we like to pretend we don't.  However, as I thought about it, I realized that if I don't share it, my blog and my reasons for doing it, are not genuine.  So here is an not so fun part of my life currently in progress.

Our Story

Have you ever gotten one of those phone calls from the doctor?  The one saying "We just got back some of your test results, and we need to see you to discuss them."  Well, I did on July 6th.  The doctor wanted to see me the next day in regards to the recent pregnancy related blood tests they did.

With Kiera, a similar thing happened, and it was to tell me that I was not immune to Ruebella.  Which meant I had to avoid anyone with the Measles.  Since Measles and Ruebella have pretty much been eradicated in Canada and the US, it wasn't difficult.  No cause for too much concern.  Thinking this visit would turn out the same, Mike opted not to join me at the doctors office.

On July 7th, I sat down with the doctor, and was told I had developed K Antibodies since my last pregnancy.  What does that mean?  Well, as Dr. N explained, it means that my blood, as it passes into baby too, may be attacking baby's blood (* there is a more detailed description below).  I am being referred to the Maternal Fetal Medicine Clinc in Van and they can give me more details.  I was sent for an ultrasound from the doctors office.  

As I left the doctor's office, all I could think was that my body was killing our baby.  How do I tell Mike?  When I finally reached Mike, he was almost home from work.  He turned around and met me at the ultrasound appointment.  I tried to explain what was happening, but I couldn't.  I didn't fully understand.

We did some research at home, and understand a little better what was going on.  My body might be attacking the baby's red blood cells, causing anemia.  The "might" is effected by Mike.  He may be a carrier of what is called a Kell or K antigen.  If he is negative, then baby too is negative, and everything is good.  Even if Mike is positive, there is a 50% chance the baby is still negative.  Still, what does it mean if he and the baby is positive?

Mike's blood test was arranged for the very next day.  Dr. N isn't messing around.  Now comes the hard part, the waiting.  And waiting, and waiting.  All we can do is talk about what if, and pray for the negative results.  

July 19th is the day the ball starts rolling.  First was a phone call from the Maternity Clinic in town.  I had been referred to them before my original test results came in.  They wanted to see me in 2 days.  I explained to them what was going on.  They still wanted to see me, and they might be able to give me some answers.  A couple of hours later, Dr. N calls me.  She has been on vacation and just got back.  She wanted to know if I had heard from the clinic in Van.  I told her no, and she said she would follow up and see why.  She called back a couple of hours later, and told me the Van clinic should get a hold of me with in a week.  She also let me know that Mike did test positive for the K Antigen, and that she has found me an on/gyn in town to see me.  

Finally some answers.  I think I slept better that night than I have the entire pregnancy so far.  On the 21st, I see the Mat Clinic, and find out that I will be seeing those dr's as well as my ob/gyn.  I will probably have blood tests done quite frequently, as well as a number of ultrasounds to check on baby's growth.  May be it's a good thing I am not working.  We also received word from Van that we need to see them on the 26th.

It sounds like we and baby are in good hands, so we are just taking it one day at a time.  We should know more after our visit to Van.

So what does K mean?  Here is my explanation, but I am including links in case you want more information.

K (Kell) Antigens and K Antibodies

Antigens are a substance/molecule, and in the case of the K Antigen, a protein that has attached to the person's blood cells.  This occurs in about 10% of the population.  Just like blood type, it is a genetic trait that can be passed down thru generations.  It is not harmful to a person, just a genetic anomally.

Where is the harm comes in is when a woman, who is negative for this antigen, develops antibodies then carries a child that is positive for the antigen.  There are 2 ways for a woman to develop the antibodies.  Either thru a blood transfusion, or thru giving birth to a K positive baby.  In our case, it is the latter.  When Kiera was born, some of her blood mixed in with my blood.  Since I am negative, my body saw this antigen as a bacteria, and created antibodies to get rid of it.

During pregnancy, mother's blood passes into baby, supplying the necessary nutrients for baby to grow.  If the baby is positive for the K antigen, and the mother has the antibodies, the antibodies in the mothers blood will attack the baby's red blood cells.  This will cause anemia in the baby, and will effect baby's growth and development.

The only way to know that the baby is positive is with amniocentesis.  Unfortunately, there is a 1 in 200 risk of miscarriage associated with the test.  The only other option is to proceed as though the baby is positive.

All we know about the treatment right now is that it means a lot of doctors, lot of tests and a lot of monitoring to make sure baby is developing normally.  We don't know what happens if baby isn't   Maybe that is something we will learn on the 26th.

For more information, check out these links:

Wikipedia - Hemolytic Disease of the Newborn

Baby Center - Personal Experiences

Baby Too - Our Story

(note: I didn't take a picture of ours, so I "borrowed" this image from somewhere else)

As you know, Kiera took us 2 years to conceive.  We even tried fertility treatments, although, in the end the old fashioned way worked.  Since Mike is an only child, and he doesn’t want our daughter to grow up with out siblings.  So we started again shortly after she was born. We had set a deadline of May 1^st, Mike’s 45^th birthday.

Over the past 6 months, we had come to the realization that we may not have a second. With the deadline looming, we came to feel blessed by our little girl, and accept that she will be our only child. We were determined to no let her feel alone, so we looked at different activities and ways to ensure she had interaction with other children.

May 1^st came and went without too much fanfare. I had noticed that my period had not come, but with PCOS, I don’t have a regular cycle. Two weeks later, May 14th, it still had not come, but there were no other pregnancy symptoms either. Mike suggested taking a test anyway, just in case. We picked one up on our way out of town to visit his mom.

We got to her place, visited with her, had lunch, and started packing to go, when I remembered the test. I had picked up one of those that tell you not only if you are pregnant, but approximately how far along you are (up to 5 weeks). I went into her washroom, did the test and waited. I nervously looked down and read the test. That can’t be right. I took the test out and showed my husband. His mom asked what was going on, and Mike turned to his mom and said “Gina’s Pregnant.” His mom’s reply was “I was going to ask about that. That thought that you should be having a 2^nd soon.”

Not only was I pregnant, but according to the stick, I was over 5 weeks along. How that for a birthday gift for my husband! I was in denial. It took another week to see the doctor, and since I don’t have a regular cycle, I was sent for an ultrasound to date the pregnancy before they could give me a due date.

On June 7^th, I got to see the baby, and that is when it became real. I also found out I was 9 ½ weeks at that point in time. 

I saw my doctor again 2 weeks later, and she officially set the due date as January 5^th, 2012.

Life is full of Lemons... and Lemonade

Lets start with the Lemon's

After being very excited at my new job, they "terminated" my position.  Basically, my position no longer exists; therefore, no job to go to.  

Received confirmation that Mike's contract with the University will not be renewed as of September.

For this last one, I will go into details in another post, but let's just say we are having complications with this pregnancy, and are therefore considered High Risk.

After those big Lemons, the little lemons don't mean much, so I'm not going to share them.

 This is where the lemonade comes in.  I have always followed the philosophy "if life gives you lemons, make lemonade."

Well I am making a whole lot of lemonade right now.  

Glass 1: I get to spend time with Baby Girl, and I am enjoying it.  Plus it is saving us money on child care.

Glass 2: Mike will qualify for Employment Insurance if he is unable to find a job right away.

Glass 3: I have realized how much I like my Dr.  She and the rest of the team looking after me have inspired confidence, and I feel like no matter what, everything will be fine.

Glass 4: Due to the issues with the pregnancy, baby too may be here sooner rather than later.  Maybe even before the end of 2011, which will help our taxes: :)

Despite everything, we are healthy.  We are working on the happy, and we are definately not thirsty.

Glass of Lemonade anyone?

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There's a Hole in my Bucket

Dear Liza, Dear Liza

There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, a hole.

We decided to take an adventure with Kiera on Easter Weekend.  Her sister's birthday was Easter Monday, and we wanted to take her out to dinner.  For those who might not know this, it's a 5 hour drive each way, without children.  Add a toddler to the mix, and it is 7.5 hours.  

A long 7.5 hours.

Then Fix It, Dear Henry, Dear Henry

Then fix it, dear Henry, fix it.

Our adventure begins at 6:00 am Saturday morning.  We had done all the packing and loaded the car the night previous, so all there was to do was last minute things.  Which is good, because 6:00 am is not my best time.  Last thing we did was get baby girl up and packed her straight into the car.  We were on the road by 6:30.  Unfortunately, there is where our first "misadventure" occured.  We had gotten down the road, about 10 minutes, when we realized I had forgotten the iPod.  Why is the iPod important?  We had loaded it with Sing Along Toddler Music, just in case.  We almost didn't go back for it.  Thank goodnes it was almost.  That iPod was a life saver.

With what shall I fix it, dear Liza, dear Liza

With what shall I fix it, dear Liza, with what?

By the time we hit Timmies and Mickie D's, it was 7:30.  A hour later than Mike had planned.  He was already starting to panic.  We made our first stop 2.5 hours later, after reaquainting ourselves with songs from our childhoods.  Anyone remember "Do your Ears Hang Low"?  

Did you know that there are a bunch of verses in that song? 

With straw then, dear Henry, dear Henry

With straw then dear Henry, with straw.

Our idea was to stop along the way, and have a picnic.  We had brought a BBQ, but we needed to pick up the essentials like hot dogs and buns.  Since we all needed a break from the car, we went shopping.  The shopping was uneventful.  Daddy found a bubble gun and batteries for little one.  The idea was that mommy could blow bubbles without twisting around. 

I had my doubts.

The straw is too long, dear Liza, dear Liza

The straw is too long, dear Liza, too long

We needed a Timmies, so we made our way to the next stop.  During that time, I looked at the bubble gun, and realized we needed a screw driver to open the battery case.  Luckily, we found a Zeller's near the Timmies. 

Daddy drop us off, and went to find a screw driver.

So cut it, dear Henry, dear Henry

So cut it, dear Henry, cut it.

With coffee and a screw driver in hand, we continue our journey.  Ten minutes later, Kiera was sound asleep.  Ahhhhh, finally we can listen to "Adult" music.  I open the screw driver, and try to loosen the screw on the battery case.  Hmmmmm.  No luck.  Ok, we will try another bit.  Again, no luck.  All the bits are too big.  Well, she's asleep, so we will just make a stop later and find the right sized screw driver.
The knife is too blunt, dear Liza, dear Liza.
The knife is too blunt, dear Liza, too blunt.

A quite two hours went by.  Bliss.  We make it to the next large town, when Kiera wakes up.  Perfect timing.  We stop for lunch, then buy the proper size screw driver.  $30.00 and 3 hours later, and we finally get the batteries into the bubble gun. 
Eureka!!!

Then sharpen it, dear Henry, dear Henry.
Then sharpen it, dear Henry, sharpen it.

Wait.  No bubbles.  Ok, lets look at this.  Hmmmmmm. Nope.  No bubbles.
Children's music it is, for 3 more hours.  We decide to let Kiera run around for a bit before we checked into the hotel.  We met Alexis and friends at a park.  We learned a new word in the park - Rock. 
The best part of any playground is the rocks. 

The stone is too dry, dear Liza, dear Liza.
The stone is too dry, dear Liza, too dry.

The rest of the evening was fun, if a little less eventful.  There was swimming, and dinner, and Texas Hold'em, and The Big Bang Theory.  There was also some jumping on the bed.  Shhh, don't tell Sandman. 
Time to say good night.

So wet it, dear Henry, dear Henry.
So wet it, dear Henry, wet it.

By now, I am sure you are wondering about the song playing in the background.  This song played in my head all night long.  I found myself singing it at 6:00 am as I was getting up. 
I won't go into details about our drive back, which was 8 hours long.  I will say, listening to 3 hours of Waybuloo playing behind your head can drive you insane.
But, it was worth it to see these two sisters bond.

There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza.

Just 1 Word

Just 1 word to describe my Baby Girl

The Latest Jungle Gym

Is there such a thing as Parental Abuse?  I have the bruises to prove it.
 

Or does being a parent mean you are also a Jungle Gym.

 

Look whos Talking

Baby's first words.....

You dream of hearing the word mama for the first time.  She did say it once, many months ago, but not again. 

The first word she used on a consistant basis was

BALL

Followed closely by

Apple

Banana

Meow

Along came Daddy, Duck, Puppy, Yup, No, Bubble and Up.

I started to think that my name was UP since that is all she would say to me, arms outstretched.

Wait....

Did you hear that?

I think she said "Maaaaa"

Close enough, I'll take it!!!!!

Kiera's Book Review

I am an avid reader, and I have always wanted my children to be as well.  Here are 2 books that not only will Kiera sit still for me to read them, she will actually pick them out her self from the mountain of books she has.

The first one is "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" by Eric Carle.  This was one of my favourite books as a child too.

Its the story of a Very Hungry Caterpillar, as you probably guessed.  What Kiera and I like is the holes they have actually put in the food the caterpillar ate.  I was never allowed to put holes in my books.

The other one she loves is "I Love You Through and Through" by Bernadette Rossetti-Shustak.

This book is about what we love about our little ones.  I had never read this book until we picked up for Kiera, but I love it now.  It shows that no matter what, we will always love our baby girl.

"I love your happy side, your sad side, your silly side, your mad side....

I love you through and through...yesterday, today and tomorrow, too."