If you all would like to continue to follow Luke David's progress, check out my new blog. I will also be talking about my personal recovery of being a pPROMer and enduring 15 weeks of bedrest.
http://www.kristinnicumom.blogspot.com/
As of the date of this entry, I do not have any entries yet, but I will soon!
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Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
10th Posting: Stepping down as a pPROM Queen.
The walls are bare and all my stuff is packed. I'm enjoying a quiet sunrise in my hospital room. I'm already dressed and ready to go. Today, I'm going home.
My life as a pPROM Queen is about to become a memory. It has been an incredible 105 days. During this time, I learned what it meant to truly be a mother. I sacrificed my whole life, my whole self, for the life of a child. During this time, I was shown many things. In a world that's portrayed as being self-absorbed, and too far gone to care, I saw true kindness in family, friends, and strangers. I learned that people still pray and how effective a simple "thank you" or "thinking of you" can help a person in a hard situation. It doesn't have to be a grand act or gesture. I always knew life was a gift, but I never understood the fullness of it. I see my three daughters with new eyes, knowing now having children isn't always an easy thing. I see my son, who fought for weeks inside me and is still fighting for this gift. I also know I'm married to a wonderful man who will step up to the plate and do what's set before him without being asked. Life is good.
I love all my new fellow pPROMing friends. We've really bonded through the weeks--through the good and the bad. Thanks for being with me girls. I know I couldn't have done it without you.
Thank you to the nurses who have helped my hospital stay become more bearable. I enjoyed the talks and the feeling that you were truly rooting for me and my son.
I also want to thank the doctors. Even though every document, every study said this couldn't be done, you let me try. You promised to give my son and I the best chance possible. Sometimes it was hard to hear what you had to say but I know you were learning too. Hopefully you can take my situation and outcome and extend that hope to the next mommy that is a pPROM Queen.
And most of all, I want to thank God for giving me the strength and the right frame of mind to do this. When we conceived this child, we did it for You. Something that could have been so easy and thoughtless has been turned into a test. It has changed our lives for the better. We now know to enjoy the moment and not look ahead so much. Thank you.
I'm still going to blog, but I am stepping down as a pPROM Queen and am becoming an NICU Mom. The focus will be more on Luke David and his fight. I will be starting a brand new blog with a brand new link. If you are a pPROMer and have any questions, feel free to email me at kristinsteffen1973@yahoo.com. Remember, where there's life there's hope!
My life as a pPROM Queen is about to become a memory. It has been an incredible 105 days. During this time, I learned what it meant to truly be a mother. I sacrificed my whole life, my whole self, for the life of a child. During this time, I was shown many things. In a world that's portrayed as being self-absorbed, and too far gone to care, I saw true kindness in family, friends, and strangers. I learned that people still pray and how effective a simple "thank you" or "thinking of you" can help a person in a hard situation. It doesn't have to be a grand act or gesture. I always knew life was a gift, but I never understood the fullness of it. I see my three daughters with new eyes, knowing now having children isn't always an easy thing. I see my son, who fought for weeks inside me and is still fighting for this gift. I also know I'm married to a wonderful man who will step up to the plate and do what's set before him without being asked. Life is good.
I love all my new fellow pPROMing friends. We've really bonded through the weeks--through the good and the bad. Thanks for being with me girls. I know I couldn't have done it without you.
Thank you to the nurses who have helped my hospital stay become more bearable. I enjoyed the talks and the feeling that you were truly rooting for me and my son.
I also want to thank the doctors. Even though every document, every study said this couldn't be done, you let me try. You promised to give my son and I the best chance possible. Sometimes it was hard to hear what you had to say but I know you were learning too. Hopefully you can take my situation and outcome and extend that hope to the next mommy that is a pPROM Queen.
And most of all, I want to thank God for giving me the strength and the right frame of mind to do this. When we conceived this child, we did it for You. Something that could have been so easy and thoughtless has been turned into a test. It has changed our lives for the better. We now know to enjoy the moment and not look ahead so much. Thank you.
I'm still going to blog, but I am stepping down as a pPROM Queen and am becoming an NICU Mom. The focus will be more on Luke David and his fight. I will be starting a brand new blog with a brand new link. If you are a pPROMer and have any questions, feel free to email me at kristinsteffen1973@yahoo.com. Remember, where there's life there's hope!
Monday, November 1, 2010
9th Posting: On the Road to Recovery
I know when I was pregnant (a couple of days ago), I always wondered what recovery would be like after a C-section and being on bedrest for so long. That's why I'm writing this post today. Keep you pPROMing moms informed as well as those who are simply curious.
I have to say, the transition is weird. After weeks and weeks of, "Sit down" now they're telling you, "You should walk!" How does it feel? Well, it's tough! Right now the biggest pain is the C-section. The most pain resides in the lower sides of my abdomen. I am on pain killers, but every day it does get a little better.
I also tire super easily and it hits me hard. After taking a trip to the NICU, I need to rest. Even though I'm escorted there in a wheelchair and all I do is stand for awhile, that's enough to poop me out.
There is a lovely sense of freedom however. This morning I woke up and putted around the room a bit. It felt so good no to worry about causing a leak. I stood by the window and enjoyed the view with no guilt. A nurse walked in and I didn't feel like I was doing anything wrong! Trying hard not to push myself though. Want to get better as soon as possible!
I'm excited to go home--that's tomorrow. Haven't been there in over a month. It's kind of bittersweet though. When I had Luke inside me, I felt I had some control over his life. Once I leave this building tomorrow, it's like I'm handing over the keys to the doctors and nurses. They're now calling the shots. Still, I have three little girls at home who are missing their mommy terribly and I can't wait to be a part of their lives again.
It's going to be a long road. We're still living day by day. Still enjoying the fact that I get to know our son and make memories with him.
I have to say, the transition is weird. After weeks and weeks of, "Sit down" now they're telling you, "You should walk!" How does it feel? Well, it's tough! Right now the biggest pain is the C-section. The most pain resides in the lower sides of my abdomen. I am on pain killers, but every day it does get a little better.
I also tire super easily and it hits me hard. After taking a trip to the NICU, I need to rest. Even though I'm escorted there in a wheelchair and all I do is stand for awhile, that's enough to poop me out.
There is a lovely sense of freedom however. This morning I woke up and putted around the room a bit. It felt so good no to worry about causing a leak. I stood by the window and enjoyed the view with no guilt. A nurse walked in and I didn't feel like I was doing anything wrong! Trying hard not to push myself though. Want to get better as soon as possible!
I'm excited to go home--that's tomorrow. Haven't been there in over a month. It's kind of bittersweet though. When I had Luke inside me, I felt I had some control over his life. Once I leave this building tomorrow, it's like I'm handing over the keys to the doctors and nurses. They're now calling the shots. Still, I have three little girls at home who are missing their mommy terribly and I can't wait to be a part of their lives again.
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| A rare shot of me introducing Kim to her grandson. |
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| Grandpa Dave and Kim visiting with their 13th grandchild. |
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| The girls meeting their brother for the first time on Halloween! |
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