I said yesterday that I would explain in further detail about the life of my daughter up until this point. Starting at 20 weeks pregnant with her I had lots of complications. At 26 weeks pregnant I ended up in the hospital for a non-existant iron count and extremely low red blood cell count. After the three day stay I was released but not in the clear. I took iron supplements with my prenatals, both of which made me sick, till the end of my pregnancy. When I was believed to be 39 weeks they decided my red blood cell count was too risky to allow me to go any longer.
On June 29, 2011 at 11:00pm I was admitted to Bergren Mercy Medical Center in Omaha, NE. The next day at 8am we started the pitocin. I didnt start feeling anything until around 10am. At 11am my head hurt so much and my back felt like it was being torn to pieces so I asked for something to dull the pain. I was given something in my IV and fell asleep instantly. My body obviously had a low tolerance for pain medications that I didnt know about. Sleep didnt last long because I woke up at 11:30 with the feeling of really needing to go to the bathroom. I sat up on the edge of the bed and my water broke. I walked myself to the bathroom before the nurse even entered the room. About 11:45 my contractions started hitting my like a ton of bricks. I swore no more pain medication and NO epidural. At 1:30 I still measured 4cm dialated which is what I was when they started the pitocin. I did not want a c-section. They told me they would let me go as long as baby and I could handle it. So I decided to recieve the epidural. 2:00pm the anesthisiologist arrived to administer the epidural and at 2:30 I was dialated to 10cm. I was so angry at myself for giving in but I had to focus on getting baby out. The doctor arrived at 2:50pm and instructed me to start pushing. The first push was perfect even though I couldnt feel anything chest down. The second push I was told to stop, at which time baby's heart rate dropped and the doctor performed the episiotomy to get her out fast. Third push and she was here. Alionna weighed in at 6lbs 14oz and was 19 3/4inches long. We were later informed that she was aproximately 36 weeks gestation.
On July 2nd we took her home and was weighed 6lbs 5oz. We werent in the clear yet. Our first night it became apparent that she wasnt eating properly. She would latch on for about 5min each breast and then scream for 2min and latch on again. Second night she did tons better but something still didnt feel right. Day 3 at home the nightmare started, she projectile vomited all over me and was screaming at the same time so started choking on it. Her pediatrician (not from bergren mercy) said it was nothing that all babies spit up. Well then she threw up on him. He proceeded to tell me that she was having an allergy to my breastmilk and that she needed to go on formula. I didnt know any better so I quit breastfeeding. We continued to deal with the vomiting for three months following. My daughter gained weight but very slowly and started developmental milestones later and later.
At 3 months of age a friend told us we needed a second opinion at which time we took her to a different doctor. There it was, the proof in the back of her throat, GERD. Her throat was so red that it was a wonder she wasnt screaming all the time. She was put on medication that helped her gain weight more steady but the vomiting went to a steady stream of spitting up about 2ounces every feeding better but not ideal. To this day we battle spit up and weight but thanks to a second opinion she is doing better.
She started army crawling last month and got her first tooth at 7months old. She is standing with support and sitting up on her own. She also weighed 16lbs at her 8month weigh in and goes back to the doctor this coming week.
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