On June 3rd, I was scheduled to go in for my first OB appointment. I was so excited! I had to watch Maddy for a bit in the morning and then in the afternoon, Mike, Brody, and I were going to go to Moses Lake. Then the morning turned awful. Maddy and Brody were playing in his room and they were arguing over some toy or other. I was in the kitchen making pancakes for them. Brody suddenly came out of his room with his hand on his chest whimpering for me. At first, I thought he was just upset over whatever Maddy had that he wanted. I picked him up and realized his lips were turning blue. He started to pass out and I yelled at Mike to call 9-1-1. While he was on the phone, I did the ultimate no-no and stuck my finger down Brody's throat thinking he might be choking on something. It made him gag and he started breathing again. Mike told the dispatcher to send someone anyway to check Brody out. The ambulance showed up about five minutes later and checked all of his vitals, which were fine. I called our pediatrician and made the decision to go to the walk-in in ML to have him checked out a little more thoroughly. The doctor there said he thought it sounded like B had a small seizure. This of course did not make me feel any better about the situation. He did a blood draw and everything was fine there. I went upstairs and made an appointment with our pediatrician for the following week because I needed a second opinion. At that appointment, Dr. L said she thought it sounded more like B got overly upset about something and had a breath-holding spell. I guess it can be fairly common among little boys. At least that is what I was told. It hasn't happened again since then, but I still worry it will.
As for my OB
appt. everything looked great! We saw the flickering little heartbeat on the u/s monitor and I felt much better about the day. I was told my due date would be January 25, but since I will be having a c-section, the baby will be here a week or so earlier.
In the middle of the month, I started feeling the effects of early pregnancy. I gotta say, it was much easier to feel like crap when there were no other kids to take care of. This time, I had to stay awake and mobile no matter how badly I wanted to lay in bed and groan about the nausea. Luckily, Brody was a good sport when it got really bad and would watch Imagination Movers or
Spongebob while I rested in the recliner. And it helped that the weather was nice. We could go outside and I would watch him play while I sat there hoping I wouldn't throw up (which I never did).