Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Dylan's not so excellent adventure......

We knew ER visits were on the cards having a little boy, so rough and tumble and we have every intention of letting the trees be climbed and the bruises happen. But we didn't quite expect those visits to start so soon.

A few weeks ago little Dylan started having (small amounts of) blood in his diapers combined with a few hours of straining and screaming (heartbreaking for mamma) pain, so we took him to the pediatrician who gave him a thorough look over and diagnosed a milk protein allergy. No more ice cream for mamma, I gave up all diary and soy to try and make him better (anyone who knows how much I love cheese will know that was/s hard!). No more bloody poop for a while (ten days maybe), it seemed to have worked until he started having the episodes of pain and straining again, only being relieved by having a big (bloody) poop.

Unrelated (we thought) a week ago we noticed two lumps in his belly, so again headed to the pediatrician (again on a weekend...do they work weekdays?) who diagnosed inguinal hernias and referred us to the pediatric surgeons in Portland a week and a bit later. Saddened that he'd need surgery, we were told it wouldn't be urgent, but he'd need it within a month or two, just so it never became an issue.

Then this saturday rolled around. Saturday he had a pain episode that lasted much of the day, and by 3pm or so, he'd started to refuse to eat. His hernia lumps also felt hard, though weren't discolored or warm (warning signs we'd been told to look out for). A call to the pediatrician and they asked us to go to the ER. We headed out, with me sat in the backseat to watch over our little man. Literally as we were less than 5 minutes from the hospital he woke up, looked at me, let out a giant toot (and poop!) and started smiling - our little man was back to normal. Being worried though we still took him in, he alternated between flirting with the nurses and feeding! The doctor looked him over and even pushed his hernias back in, showed us how to massage them to help with his pain, and told us to make sure we didn't miss our appt in portland on Tuesday. Happier, though slightly scared and hoping Tuesday would roll around soon, we headed home.

Sunday by midday it all started again. This time we didn't wait as long to call the pediatricians office, particularly as his hernias felt very solid this time and it didn't matter how much we massaged them he was still in pain, and they again told us to head to the ER. Expecting the same as the day before, we headed in, but we got to the ER and he was no better, and just started to refuse to feed. The same doctor was on, looked him over and tried to reposition his hernias, but couldn't, so called the pediatric surgeons in Portland and prepared to transfer us by ambulance down to Portland Children's Hospital. My, and Dylan's first (and hopefully last) ambulance ride. As we were carted off, Brandon headed home to drop Barkley at our friends, pick up clothes and square away the house.

During the ambulance ride, Dylan finally pooped and started to feel better, gave the EMTs some smiles (they gave him a bear in return!) and proceeded to sack out from exhaustion. We arrived at the Portland ER, Brandon arrived about an hour later. The pediatric surgeons came down and looked him over, and by this time he was feeding, all be it not as well as usual, still in pain. They scheduled him for surgery in the morning and booked us into the Children's Hospital, by this time it was 1am. We all sacked out and got a few hours of sleep before 6am rolled around and time to feed him up before he had to go food free. They took him to get an IV (fifth time lucky....this mamma cried from the third stick onwards) which they ended up putting in his foot, and we waited, he was taken for surgery at 11am (by the same doctor who we were scheduled to meet with on tuesday!). The rest is really a blur, he came out of surgery and it all went well, they closed up the two holes and his bowel looked unaffected by the trauma, which was the best news. He didn't come out of anesthetic so well, didn't want to eat and was in a lot of pain from all the air in his belly from the laprascopic procedure. At around 7pm he kicked out his IV, causing quite the stir on the ward as it started bleeding profusely, but they told us they'd give him a few hours to start eating before they tried to put a new one in (phew!). He ate an ounce or so at midnight, enough to give us a few more hours, and finally took a big feed at 3am, followed by a few smiles for mummy and daddy and sacking out. At 10am they were happy with his feeding (which was still low and worried me, but they were unconcerned as long as he was actually feeding!) we were released to go home!

Today he was much more himself, still on some pain medication but weaning down. Lots of smiles and even some kicking time under his play gym, and he's eating better, still not to norm, but much closer. The good news he won't remember any of this....though we will, for a very long time!

Looking very small on a very large gurney.....the EMT strapped him in, looked back and said "this is either the cutest thing ever or the saddest"....I had to agree!)
Finally got all the pain out, time to sack out and start snoring...

After a long night, snuggles with mamma before having the IV put in.
..and snuggles with dadda after having it put in...:(

Out of surgery and holding mammas hand. My heart broke every time he cried in pain and wouldn't feed, even for comfort...:( He would sometimes take his pacifier though, which we were thankful for. 

Back in our room, so many wires and machines to contend with. 
Snuggles with dadda post surgery. We took it in turns to hold and comfort him as much as we could, and to try and feed him some expressed breastmilk every hour or so. 
Our first smiles, at 3am, just before having a nice long feed. We all slept better right after this, even if it was only for 2 hours.....:)
And back home on tuesday, still sore but so much better. Hanging out with our ambulance bear. 





8 weeks

Eight weeks goes by so fast, and so slow. I've been enjoying this time off, can't quite believe I only have another 4 weeks before returning to work. Dylan is smiling, cooing, wiggling and letting his wishes be known louder and louder. He's so much fun...:)




And our other baby, Barkley Bear in her summer 'do'...:)


Beautiful quilt from Marcy, this will definitely go up in his room! 





Thursday, March 26, 2015

Family


Our first family shot. So glad we asked Jen Stevens to help us chronicle this little guys arrival. She came to the hospital to take some photos when he was just 8hrs old, then we went to her studio when he was 11 days old. We're still waiting on most of the studio ones, but the hospital ones are wonderful, and make our hearts full remembering those first few hours.























Wednesday, March 18, 2015

A new beginning........


This little guy came into our life on March 5th,  the day after his due date, weighing in at 6lbs 4oz, our little peanut. The path for us to have little Dylan wasn't a straight or easy one, we ended up needing IVF to conceive, which is far from a straightforward process. We've chronicled our IVF journey over here if you have any interest in reading about our journey. We found blogs so helpful to us during our treatment, we decided to start one ourselves in the hopes it might help someone else one day.

Needless to say our life has changed, and we are so thrilled to share our adventures with our son. His conception and pregnancy weren't straightforward, and neither was his birth (though it was much better than the birth we'd been told to prepare for - preterm and potential C-section). On his due date we went in for an ultrasound, to check on how he was doing (this was a regular process in our pregnancy), they found he had low amniotic fluid and whisked us off to labor and delivery to be induced. Not being dilated at all, they gave me cervadil at 6pm, hoping for me to dilate overnight, ready to start pitocin in the morning. After playing some card games we went to sleep, prepped for a big day starting early in the morning.

At 1am the little guy had other ideas and contractions started hard. We started walking around the halls, excited we were about to meet our little man, and trying to keep moving to work through the contractions. They quickly got harder and faster, some classic back labor but with the added touch of induction from the cervadil (rare, but happens). After 6hrs even the bathtub wasn't helping, and hearing we were only at 3cm, a pain pill followed to try and give me an hour or two break to sleep. Though I fell asleep, with every contraction (2-3 minutes at this point) I woke up with hard back labor, struggled through and immediately fell asleep after. Needless to say, an epidural followed! Though the epidural didn't totally take, it did make it so I could rest some, and after a total of 30hrs of labor, our little man came into the world. His entrance was quiet, and though that worried us, he was fine, just took some convincing to cry out. After pooping on me, and peeing on his dad, they took him over to clean him up and check him over. Perfectly healthy.

We stayed in the hospital a few extra days, as he was having blood sugar issues they wanted to see resolved. After working through a feeding plan (breast, pumping and formula) his numbers increased and we came home. Still to this day I look at him and a little stir in my brain can't quite believe he's here and he's ours. Here's to the new, improved, adventures. Welcome baby Dylan.


Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Icicles....


Me thinks we might need that new roof sooner than we hoped........i.e. we shouldn't have icicles quite like this! We knew we'd need a new roof within 5 years when we bought the place, so it's been 3, nearly 4 years..........but considering we JUST this week, ordered the new windows for this summers upstairs renovate project, that's going to hurt........



Monday, February 9, 2015

...and more snow....

Turns out Juno was just the start, so far we've had 5 storms giving us more than 6 inches of snow per storm since Juno hit. Our driveway is now about half the size with all the plowed snow piles....we are really running out of room to put more snow.......and today another 5-8inches is predicted!

Still, it's beautiful, I love this time of year. The pathways through the snow are now well above both dogs heads, so we can look out the window and all we see are these two tails trotting along. Barkley has even found her spry youth, and has been chasing Brody down the tunnels, all we can see is his tail followed by this wildly wagging Barkley tail. It's pretty cute for a 14 year old! The only one who really doesn't like it is Zoe, she's usually such an outdoor cat, and instead is inside causing terror on everything instead because she's bored.



Polar Bear!

Barkley for scale! 

Some Super Bowl watching (Barkley was enthralled). 

The snow piles are well above her head, but even the tunnels are up there now! 

Shoveling the deck before the next storm. There's just been so much snow load we worried about the weight on the deck! 

It's time for bed people! 

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Survived the storm!

...and it really wasn't bad - no, I wouldn't have wanted to drive anywhere in it, it was definitely a bad blizzard, but we didn't even lose power. As a consequence it didn't even feel like a snow day, Brandon and I both worked from home hoping power would get kicked out and we could goof off and play board games in front of the fire. But no. Ah well, it made for some beautiful snow photos this morning!

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Something smells good under all this stuff......

The driveway.....

Brody for scale...!