When I was younger I always wanted to have four children, I guess because I was one of four. However, when I turned twenty three and had my first panic attack, my whole world changed I became afraid at the thought of one child.
Meghan was a pleasant surprise, I remember taking the pregnancy test, I instantly began to shake when two lines appeared and couldn’t take my eyes off them. I was so in shock I even tried to get up from the potty and walk without pulling up my pants..lol Hubby was on the phone…
“Erich” He completely ignored me.
“Erich” again I got nothing.
“ERICH!” He swung around in the computer chair, gave me a glare (because he was on the phone) “WHAT?”.
I said “We’re Pregnant”. He stared blankly at me for a moment and then seeming to remember he was on the phone said “Gotta Go”.
We were both extremely excited at the thought of having a little one running around and after talking and hugging I called my sister, who immediately got in the car and brought over the book “What to expect when your expecting”.
“I’ve been saving this book to pass on to you” she was more giddy than me, I assume at the thought of her baby sister entering the journey of motherhood.
It didn’t take long for the morning afternoon, and evening sickness to kick in. The doctors office began to know me as the girl with the bucket, I seriously carried a bucket everywhere I went. I was hospitalized with hypermesis gravardium (a fancy word for really bad morning sickness) and lost close to 30lbs in a short period of time.
When my morning sickness became tolerable, I started to put a little weight back on and I remember going out and having the best Grilled Reuben Sandwich I’d ever had (haven’t tasted one as good since, no joke!). That same night my husband made me spinach and cheese casadias, I thought he was a god until….. I had a gallbladder attack. Erich and I both thought I was miscarrying, it was extremely painful and scary. They wanted me to have surgery to have it removed, but there was no way I was going to put Meggers at risk. I would change my diet and eat lots of Salmon and veggies (to this day, six years later, still can’t eat Salmon) oh and lots of Marshmallows? (don’t ask). My gallbladder held out another two years because of my diet change.
Finally, after two baby showers, many weird cravings, and nine months of throwing up at the drop of a hat it was time for Meggers to be born. Meggers was actually due on August 7th, but was comfortable en utero giving me heartburn and making my tummy look like something out of Alien. We showed up at the hospital on the 13th to be induced, and around 4 something the next day Meggers was born. It was the happiest day of both mine and Hubby’s life.
Meggers didn’t make her way into this world easily, she was actually slightly turned, I thought because I was such a big girl that I’d have no problem giving birth, the doctor/nurse would be there much like an umpire in baseball, to catch. However, due to a shallow pelvis Meggers had lots of trouble and my doctor didn’t bother to show till the circus was nearing the end of it’s grand finale. He was going to give me an injection for an episiotomy, but Meggers decided to propel herself out at that moment and he had to literally throw the needle back on the table to catch her.
Hubby didn’t get to cut the umbilical cord because the doctor didn’t want Meggers to breathe right away, it was very scary, but eventually I heard her cry and felt a sigh of relief come over me. It’s funny in my video of the whole experience you see me have one good contraction and then it cuts to me eating and everyone else holding Meggers…lol
Her first feeding went very well, but when it came time for the second one she threw up black. We later found out that she’d swallowed meconium (baby poop) en utero. Meggers was having trouble keeping anything down and they decided to bay flight her that same night to All Children’s Hospital. I’ll never forget them coming into my room with the glass incubator, my mum wheeling me down to the helicopter pad, watching my baby take off knowing I couldn’t go with her and crying harder than I had ever cried. Hubby and I packed up the hospital room, went home, packed and set off to the hospital.
we spent about a week at All Children’s where we found out Meggers had reflux from mouth to nose and nose to tummy, which would make her throw up ungodly amounts, as if she were one of those old fashioned water pumps and someone kept pumping the lever.
At a month of age, Meggers had her first seizure and our journey with epilepsy began.