The Duchess

Not what I intended to write...

I logged on to my google reader tonight, after a long day of car travel, with great excitement, a few bloggers I have been following since my days at the Lost and Found table are expecting babies and I hoped someone had popped over the weekend.

In truth I started following Cece because she was on my list of people, I kept following her because she was fun to read, so different from me and yet so very much in the same boat; we both WANTED a baby. I am lame and have no hobbies, Cece knits and bakes and decorates and remodels, she is crafty and smart and sweet leaving me kind messages and overall just rocking. We both became pregnant within weeks of each other me via IUI and her IVF she was due before me and had Hulk via C-section. When she found out that she was pregnant with spontaneous twins due right around the time of her son's first birthday I couldn't believe it, I may have even giggled and thought that could never happen to me.

Needless to say finding myself in a different but similar spontaneous situation just a few months later had me running to her blog for comfort and another dose of Cece's can-do spirit.

She gave birth to beautiful twin girls on the 29Th of November and it is with the heaviest heart that I say one of her daughter's Nora passed away on Friday the day before Hulk's first birthday. I am writing this in the hope that you will go over to her site and offer words of love, encouragement and hope and also congratulations to Hulk on hitting a very major milestone. I haven't always been the best at leaving comments but as we all know they are verbal gold in times of need. Please go now and share your kindness and love with someone who has always taken time to share herself with us.

To clarify again:

I used the wrong terms in my last post, what I suffered from was really more of a postpartum anxiety than depression. I have had anxiety for many years and the characteristics I displayed after the birth of my first child fell more into that of anxiety. Postpartum anxiety is the lesser known cousin to PPD, I was so tired of trying to explain to my family and friends what was wrong with me (anxiety? huh? isn't it just depression women suffer from post birth? NO) that I just let them think it was mild PPD when really it was raging anxiety. I am sorry I was not clear about this in my first post or even in the update that followed. I have anxiety, not depression, I am not on medication, I did take medication when I was 18 after I was attacked for PTSD. I have a great team of doctors, friends and family who are here for me. I am not a doctor, please consult your physician.

Also please quit sending me mean email, this is exactly why I said nothing for over a year and why other women suffer in silence, if you want to disagree with me then fine but do so in the comments don't be a coward and hide behind email. I am not advocating or putting down medication I am simply telling the story of my life.

Silly Girl *Updated*

"This is the biggest thing you are going to do for awhile"

Famous last words spoken to me by my doctor at my six week post-partum appointment, I was sitting there crying telling him I must have made a huge mistake, I am so not cut out for this new "lifestyle" which by the way is crap at that point there was no life let alone one with style.

I wanted a baby so badly, more than I wanted anything it was a craving that ran so deep and it only increased with every passing negative cycle or loss. The more the universe seemed to resist the more I shoved right back demanding to have it my way. When I finally won and had my positive beta I thought to myself, ahhhh the hard part is over.

Silly girl.

I had a very long and rough pregnancy with S. filled with the highest of highs and lowest of lows I kept telling myself I just had to make it through one more week and then the next week I would tell myself one more, I could do it I had to do it because in my heart of hearts I knew all I had to do was cross the finish line, as soon as that placenta was out of me the pregnancy was over and I could relax, the hard part would be over.

Silly girl.

I hadn't worried to much about post-partum depression, which seems downright foolish to me given the fact that I have like six of the five (yes you are reading that correctly, I believe that neurotic should be on the list as well) warning signs. My second night in the hospital was so bad I had to be mildly sedated; I was beside myself with panic and fear. Every time my eyes would shut I would have these horrific dreams that they took my baby and my husband had left and I was all alone in the same place where I had been alone one year and fifty weeks earlier. I called my mother hysterical beginning her to come telling her I hated her for not being there, how could she choose C. over me (a side note: my sister was undergoing experimental chemo at the time my mother had used the last of her vacation to be with her during her treatment, something I had told everyone I was fine with because I had really thought I would be fine with it, also we discovered that I cannot take the drug perc*et as it cause these horrible nightmare hallucinations) she promised me she would get in the car first thing in the morning and drive here, she would be here. Even as she said it I knew it was a lie to calm me down I knew she wouldn't be able to be there but I didn't care it was what I needed to hear and so it was said.

I cried everyday for the first two weeks, I was moody and irrational and I wanted to send back this beautiful baby, this baby I would have sold my soul to have, I wanted my old life back. I told my doctor these things and before I had finished he stopped me and said it wasn't my fault this is chemistry not the baby or Duke or myself that I really had no control over it. He wrote me a scrip and told me that I would have to stay on the drugs until spring. I was relieved anything to stop this feeling I was having, anything so that I could look at my daughter and not feel guilt and remorse. I took the first pill and figured that was that it was up to the pills and my brain to sort out this battle and all I could do was sit back and wait. Apparently I am one of the lucky people in this world who become manic on a certain set of anti-depressants, these pills made me so high so fast it was frightening - for everyone. I immediately quit taking them (under the advice of my doctor) the other drug option for me would have impacted my ability to breastfeed (which is a whole other post/topic/beast) so I chose to wait another two weeks until my post-op appointment. I was very closely monitored during this time between Duke and my doctor and my family. By six weeks I still felt on edge all the time but I had begun to at least miss S. when I was away from her, I felt less resentment at my life being so obliterated; don't get me wrong I was still overwhelmed and distracted and quiet crazy but I at least felt like I was going to make it somehow. This went on for the next five months and it wasn't really until I quit nursing (another story another time) that I felt a tiny part of myself even out and come back to life. It wasn't until nine months after giving birth that I started to feel true joy at the tiny moments, I appreciated them but the joy wasn't there. I have embraced all of these moments but now I do so with such overwhelming joy and gratitude that I find I have tears for a different reason.

I was quiet for so many months on this blog space, how do you say that the one thing you wanted more than anything you wanted to send back. This wasn't a sweater this was a human, my tiny beautiful daughter that I would do anything for; then and now. I was embarrassed and could never find the right words, even now they don't feel adequate to fully described how it was. I am choosing now to write about this because having S. was supposed to be the biggest thing I would do for a long while and as we all know this isn't the case, I am doing another big thing in 14 weeks and I am scared this time.

I have hope that it will be different, not as scary as the first time, but I have real and true fear that it will be the same only worse because I will now have S and this new baby. The difference is that I won't be quiet about it this time; I won't sweep it under the rug and pretend all is well. I will take the time to heal and if nothing else I will lean on you, my Internet family, because whether you have crossed the bridge from infertile hell or you are still stuck on the island we all know what that fear feels like and we all know it becomes a little less when we have each other.

Goodbye Silly Girl.

*Updated*

I just want to clarify that I did not/am not taking drugs for the post partum troubles I suffered, this in no way shape or form to imply that pharmaceuticals are not helpful to some people, they were not an option for me in my case. I repeat drugs rock but only if they help you and in my case there was more harm then good. As always I am not a doctor I just play one for my family on google please consult your physician before making any decision about your health or medications you may be on. I am not advocating in any way that people should just "tough it out" when it comes to PPD or even the baby blues as stated on my about page this is my story and mine alone, I'm selfish that way.

 

Happy Birthday Sasha!

I can't believe it has already been a year. Being your mom is the most amazing ride, thank you for being our daughter.

You are my greatest joy.

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We are so in love with the little person you are becoming and so proud of you.

Happy Birthday Baby!

 

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Consider this the end.

Dear S.

I have been quiet. I have been traveling a road so high I sometimes need oxygen to safely navigate this treacherous path you have laid out for me. I am trying. I am trying my best everyday to put myself in your shoes and to understand where you are coming from so I can understand the things you have said to me. I am sad, not just at the loss of our friendship but also for the impression you have carried away of me. I find it impossible that all of your accusations could be true; if they are then I am very sad that I am that person.

You will probably never read this and if you do happen one day to stumble upon this letter I hope it makes you feel embarrassed and just a tiny bit ashamed. That sounds mean and someday I will reread this account and I will think, "jeez that was a bit harsh" but for now I am hurt and that is how I feel. Life is hard enough to navigate without having people who are supposed to be your friends stand in judgment of you. This all began in June when I had surgery and I didn't call you. You felt hurt that in my time of need I did not reach out to you, instead of telling me this you started to ignore me. For a second let us put aside how incredibly selfish it is that you were mad that I did not call you after I had surgery and let us focus on the fact that you were in the middle of your brother's wedding and busy with your own family, I appreciated the phone call to see if I was okay I didn't realize that it needed to be returned immediately or you would be upset.

Ignoring someone and the issue you have with them may work for you in other relationships but to roll in my world I expect my friends to be honest and upfront. I let this go on for weeks because I felt awful and sick and couldn't figure out why I was having such a hard time recovering. I finally confronted you in an email, I felt it would make you most comfortable, we talked and it was a great talk and you made it seem as though things were fine between us we started going on walks together and making plans to hang out but every time we were in a social situation that was more than the two of us you would ignore me or even worse the day we were supposed to go to the farmer's market and after you were already 35 minutes late you called to cancel. Things come up everyone knows this but it is unlike you to be that dismissive of another person. I let this go on for far too long without calling you out. When I finally did I was shocked.

You wanted to hash things out over text messaging and by hash those out I mean you wanted to have your say but not hear a response. I read and responded and took this road they call the high one. I said I felt we should have lunch to discuss these things, if our friendship was to be salvageable we needed to understand each other better. I tried to respond to your concerns with compassion and warmth and understanding. You said to me that I think I am better than everyone and in the next breath that I am too self deprecating, you said I am unable to open my circle of friends and then you said that I choose to make money by working nights over being with my family and you lost me forever.

I work at night so that my family may travel and participate in extra activities that one income does not allow for. I work at night to maintain a sense of self outside of my family and to have exposure to conversations that have nothing to do with poop or vegetables. I work at night so that I can spend all day and every weekend with my family really enjoying them and not taking the time I have with them for granted. I work at night because I like to work and I do like to earn money it makes ME feel important and worthy to MYSELF.

I would never judge someone who chooses to work in the home out of the home or on the moon. Kids, no kids, wants kids, hates kids, work is a personal thing. I can see how this would be hard for you to understand never really having had to work in your life (yes this is harsh also but true) you do work twice a week and put your children in daycare which is your choice and as long as that choice is best for you and your family that should be all that matters. Where you get off standing in judgment of what works best for my family is beyond me. I have met your mother several times and as far as I can tell she never raised you to be such a callous and hurtful person.

You said other things, things I won't put in print because I don't care to remember them, I left that lunch with a sense of calm this has nothing to do with me and I wouldn't be surprised if you no longer wanted to be my friend for a whole other set of reasons next week. First it was you couldn't hang out at night and then it was you choose to do your housework and chores during the day so you can hang out at night, so which is it day or night? Why not just be honest and say you don't want to spend time with us.

The only catch and the only reason I have wasted this much energy on you is that our husbands are such good friends. It is not their fault or the fault of our other friends that you, and now I by reaction, are no longer friends. We are still invited to many of the same events and it is ridiculous to think we would just step out of the picture because you changed your mind about me. I have shown up to these events put on a smile and exchanged pleasantries with you. I have been kind and welcoming even including your family at events in our home, for the sake of my husband I have been on this high road. You on the other hand ignore me the whole time, it is uncomfortable FOR EVERYONE. When we were at the petting zoo last week you even went so far as to dis-include my child. My 11month old sweet as sin child from the photographs and certain activities, you can dislike me all you want; you don't even need a reason but take it out on my child and you need to watch your back.

It is 1000% not okay to treat my child like she is less than because I am her mother. It is 10000% not okay to behave that way when we are both invited to the same activity. If you can't get a grip and deal with us being there than perhaps you should stay home. I am done feeling bad for you and I am done feeling bad for me. You can either put aside what ever issue you have and play nice or stay the hell away from my family. I haven't said anything to our friends and I won't because this is the high road after all, but I will not make excuses for you any longer. If you want to throw a fit any and every time your husband comes over to hang out that is his problem to deal with. If you want to be rude to my child than prepare your self for a private calling out, one of which you have never experienced and are unlikely to experience again.

This is my life and the only person(s) I have to answer to are me, my husband and my children. This is the last bit of energy I will allow to be sapped from me on your account. To me you are just a person I once spent a lot of time with. You are nice and you know a lot of people (just ask you) and that is it. Do us all a favor, since your husband is out of town the weekend of S's birthday don't come. It is a time for joy and love and celebration not a place for someone who has no respect or goodwill.

Best of Luck to you,

Duchess

We are having a........19w2d Updated!

GIRL!!!!!

Everything looks perfect, perfect heart, perfect pinky, perfect nose. We are thrilled to bits to add a little more noise and whole lot of sunshine to our home come March. 

A Sea of Green

All is alive and well here.

I am 14w 3d and still am puking my brains out. I am on 8mg of Z*fran every six hours around the clock and I am having moments of over the moon excitement not only about the baby but about the fact that I will never have to be pregnant again. Julia wrote a very nice post about me a few weeks ago in which she talked about how stories like mine in general make people like me want to tear my hair out, if I had a dollar for every time I was told to relax, just adopt or relax some more I would be zany rich. Hell if I had a dollar for every person who has said, "See you just needed to relax this time" I could buy ammunition to take them out.

Your comments and emails have buoyed me over the last month and a half. You have made this easier to deal with and you have put my fears at ease. This pregnancy is very different from my one with S. less complications better overall placement and size, HR in the 160's, great results from the quad screen, less weight loss (which is a miracle considering I am still tossing my cookies 3-4 times a day- on the Z*fran).

I find this so surreal still, there is a small person the size of my fist growing and changing inside me everyday, a small person who has already defied every odd every doctor I have ever seen has set, a small person who is going to come careening into our lives and enrich them beyond our wildest dreams.

At 14 weeks things are sailing along, sure I am still seasick but my legs finally seem to be back under me.

I hope your sitting down....

I'm Pregnant.

How are you feeling? Do you need a glass of water? Just breathe deeply; I myself could use a whole bottle of vodka.

Are you ready for the super gut kicker...I am 9w1d. This means I conceived just days before my D&C and implantation occurred just days after. I have been feeling sick for weeks but blamed it one thing or another seeing as how I had not had sex since the D&C there was no way I could be pregnant. When I actually threw my cookies on Sunday and then again on Monday I knew something was wrong so I called the Doctor.

They told me he would not order a beta because there was such one in a billion odds that I could be pregnant, he would however test my iron and other hormone levels, the nurse called me around two on Monday and said the lab sheet was ready for me whenever. I loaded S. into the car in 100 degree weather with her pissed and me exhausted and drove all the way across town to pick up the lab sheet, I get down to the lab and they inform me that I would need to fast before being drawn.

Now totally pissed that the nurse had me drive all the way over there to turn around and drive home and come back the next day I stomped back upstairs and promptly lost my shit, I was quickly shoved ushered into an exam room and told a nurse would be with me shortly.

She came in and I just started to cry, I told her how awful I felt and that I have only ever felt this way twice and BOTH times I was pregnant. I told her I was mad that they wouldn't test me, it is my nickel after all and if I want to throw it away on a blood test what do they care? She said she would speak to Doc Bowtie and be right back with me.

I then sat there shaking, what if I was right? Could we survive another ectopic as there was no way (famous last thought) this could be viable. How stupid am I? What was I thinking? I tried to tell myself to calm down but I already had hives on my chest and was shaking. Nurse "I so don't believe you" came back into my room and told me they would do a urine test, you know just so I would calm down. I went and did my business and less than 3 minutes later she returned to the room, "The Doctor will be in to see you shortly, I'm so sorry"

I knew this meant I would have to have surgery; I am not a candidate for the methotrexate shots. I switched into emergency mode and began to try and get a hold of Duke so he could come and take S. and drop her off at his parent's. I called my work and told them I had a medical emergency and as soon as I knew how long I would be gone I would call and update them. Doc Bowtie had to run off and deliver a baby so I had to wait a little over an hour to have an ultrasound.

At this point Duke had arrived and taken S. to play down the hall so I was alone with Nurse Super Love and Doc Bowtie, we started the ultrasound and his jaw dropped, there in my uterus was a small 8w6d embryo, heart beating, arm buds waving bouncing around.

I started to hyperventilate.

This is not what we had planned and yes I do know how babies are made. Duke is over the moon with excitement and I feel lost and alone and overwhelmed. I had a horrible pregnancy with S. followed by an even worse postpartum. I am considered a threatened miscarriage again because I have been bleeding on and off.

I want to be happy, I know how special this is, we had decided within the last few weeks that we would not cycle again and instead we would just enjoy the gift we have with S. I wish I could shake this feeling that I have done something so wrong. I feel like I have robbed S. of her babyhood and irrevocably changed our lives for ever.

I feel overwhelmed and alone and sad and guilty and stupid. Then I feel even guiltier for feeling all of those things, I should be happy, I should be over the moon after all we went through to have S.

I have been trying to think of how to write this for the last two days wanting to tread carefully for those who are still in the trenches, for those who would kill to find out they were pregnant. In truth this is my space about my life, good, bad and ugly. I understand if some feel angry about how I feel, I am angry at myself for feeling this way but this is my place to be honest and so honest I will be.

I need support and maybe a hug and someone to tell me it will be okay and that I haven’t ruined everything and that it’s okay that I just want to cry and not jump up and down today, that I will get there and we will make it.

The memory never goes away.

Two weeks ago Duke and I went on a double date with a sweet couple we met about a year ago. In that year they have become good friends of ours, close friends but not the type where you have exchanged full life stories, when we met I was 22wks pregnant and H. was about 14wks along. H. and M. had decided to "try" for a baby and fell pregnant that very first month. So different from Duke's and my story that I never really felt compelled to share the road that brought me to that 22nd week.

Sometimes I forget that people don't know my story. Sometimes I minimize those three long years and the loss in my mind, I speak of them in a clinical way using medical terms and little emotion because honestly if I let the emotion come through; the hurt, the pain the gratitude, I think it would be very off-putting and a bit overwhelming.

As we were leaving the movie we were all looking at a movie poster for Burno and the tag line was 'Borat was so 2006'  As the three of them started dropping lines from the movie I couldn't think of anything to add, noticing I was quiet H. asked if I had seen the movie. I told her I had seen part of it but I had fallen asleep in the movie theater, it was out of my mouth before I could stop it. Of course she asked why and I was honest when I told her I was pregnant and sick and exhausted even though I didn't know why I felt that way at that time. H. kind of cocked her head to the side and was all, "but you just had...oh" and there it was that awkward moment where I insert a joke and try to make the other person forget that they had just stumbled onto my emotional landmine.

I can call it an ectopic instead of a baby it tends to affect people less but the only difference between those two words for me was the four inches that embryo failed to travel. For six weeks I was pregnant even though I didn't know it, I had the symptoms but thought they were all stress related, for two hours after getting the positive blood test I was on cloud nine and in a 90 minute ultrasound all of that was ended.

On the car ride home from our double date I allowed my mind to wonder back to that place to those memories, the ones that never go away.

Wordless Wednesday: Children's Festival

 

meow

 

I just love her cheeks here:

 

And here:

 

Happy Hump Day!