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Endelig hjelp å få

19/04/2012 5 kommentarer

ENDELIG. Endelig fikk vi hjelp. Leon er såpass liten enda at hudlegen ikke ville gjøre noen tester, men hun sa at han hadde infeksjoner som kunne behandles, og vi fikk råd om hvilke kremer vi kunne bruke, og en resept på en salve som skal hjelpe mot eksemen.

Vi begynte behandlingen med én gang vi kom hjem, og i natt våknet han bare én gang for å spise. Stakkars lille gutten må ha vært helt utslitt av å ikke få sove ordentlig på så lenge. Så i dag, da jeg satt med en smørblid baby på fanget, med så fin hud at han nesten så ut som han en hvilken som helst 3 måneders baby, begynte jeg å gråte. Jeg var overlykkelig fordi vi endelig hadde fått hjelp, og forbannet fordi det hadde tatt så lang tid, med så lite initiativ fra fagfolk som burde fanget det opp for flere måneder siden. Og ikke minst føler jeg meg skyldig for å ikke ha hørt på den indre stemmen som sa at det måtte være noe galt… Men jeg skal prøve å ikke dvele ved det. Jeg er bare så glad for at det endelig ser ut som det ordner seg. Så får vi bare krysse fingrene for at dette er noe han slipper å være så mye plaget av lenger.

Nå har Leon sovet formiddagslur som har vart i mer enn en 30 minutter, som var så lenge han klarte å sove tidligere før han våknet av at det klødde. Jeg tror kanskje det nærmer seg to timer? :love:

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3-måneders kontroll

10/04/2012 2 kommentarer

Leon har vært veldig plaget av hormonutslett og skurv, som vi har behandlet med Bepanthen. Det har gått litt opp og ned med hvor ille det har vært, men i helga var det skikkelig ille. Jeg måtte så klart google det, og fant ut at det antakeligvis var eksem. Men på kvelden og natt til søndag ble det skikkelig ille. Det væsket oppå hodet, og han klarte ikke sove og bare lå og klødde.

Så på søndag dro vi til legevakten. Da vi, etter å ha ventet i to timer på å komme inn og Emeline hadde beslaglagt alle fargeblyantene i lekekroken (og eide forøvrig hele venterommet), kom vi inn til en lege som sa at han ikke visste hva det var, men at det ikke så ut som atopisk eksem. Så brukte han lengre tid på å skrive en henvisning til hudlege enn han hadde brukt på å snakke med oss. All ære til en lege som innrømmer å ikke vite og henviser videre, men det var jo litt kjedelig å måtte dra hjem igjen etter såpass lang ventetid uten få med noe som helst som kunne hjelpe Leon over helgen.

Det verste med alt er at på lørdag sa jeg til Mannen at utslettet til Leon kanskje kom av noe jeg hadde spist, og det eneste jeg ikke spiste regelmessig var appelsiner. Og dumme meg sa det akkurat mens jeg spiste appelsiner… Så siden søndag har jeg ikke rørt sitrusfrukter, og Leon ser allerede bedre ut.

I dag var vi på kontroll på helsestasjonen. Jeg ringte på morgenen for å høre om de hadde en lege som kunne se på Leon mens vi var der, men det hadde de ikke, og de mente at helsesøster hadde grei erfaring med behandling av utslett likevel, så jeg skulle bare komme til avtalt tid. Jeg hadde egentlig tenkt å ta en ringerunde for å få time hos en hudlege, men syntes det var vanskelig å finne ut av hva som var privat og offentlig praksis, og i det hele tatt velge ut en lege…

Så vi troppet opp på helsestasjonen da, og helsesøster sa med én gang at dette måtte en hudlege se på, for hun trodde at det atopisk eksem. Heii! Er det rart man blir småfrustrert? Ellers var alt fint med han, og han ligger fint på kurven sin.
Han er nå 60 cm og veier 6035 gram. Og så skulle han få vaksine da. Stakkars lille gutten reagerte som at han ikke skjønne hvordan noen ville han noe så vondt… Han skreik ikke, han hylte. Helt forferdelig.

Så på tur hjemover sovnet han, og har vært sutrete og har ville sove resten av dagen. Jeg tok til telefonen for å få en time hos en hudspesialist, men den første tok ikke nye pasienter, den andre hadde 6-7 uker ventetid, og den tredje satt jeg 30 minutter på vent i telefonen før jeg fikk beskjed om at jeg hadde fått feil nummer… Og da jeg fikk riktig nummer hadde klinikken stengt til i morgen. Men det ser ut som det blir privatklinikk på oss, for jeg syns rett og slett ikke at et spedbarn skal måtte vente 1,5 måned på å komme til en lege for å få hjelp. Stakkaren fikk litt feber i kveld også, så vi ga en Paracet sånn at han kunne få slappe av, så nå sover han så søtt :)

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Uke 12: Tidlig ultralyd

24/06/2011 2 kommentarer

På onsdag var jeg på tidlig ultralyd på grunn av at jeg har vært eksponert for farlige gasser og røngtenstråler, pluss at vi måtte vite hvor langt jeg faktisk var på vei. Det er visst et gjentagende tema at alle er sjokkerte over at jeg ikke hadde skjønt at jeg var gravid før nå, så det må jeg vel bare bli vant til… :P

Legen sa at han ikke kunne se noe galt, så vi krysser fingre! Jeg ble estimert til 11 uker og 4 dager, noe som er akkurat en uke kortere enn hvis man regner etter siste mens. Så da forholder jeg meg til mens-datoen, jeg :)

I går var jeg hos legen min for å få helsekort for gravide, og søke om fødeplass. Jeg ble også veid. Har ikke gått opp noe siden før jeg ble gravid, men har muligens gått opp litt etter at jeg har mistet vekt siden jeg har vært så dårlig så lenge. Så får vi se om jeg klarer å holde målet mitt denne graviditeten, siden jeg gikk over med 3 kg sist…

Noen som har følelse om hvilket kjønn det er? Jeg har ikke direkte tenkt at det er gutt, men da jeg fant ut at jeg var gravid tenkte jeg at: “Å nei, jeg har jo bare rosa klær!” Så jeg tror nok innerst inne at det er en liten guttetass der inne.

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I ørka…

20/06/2011 8 kommentarer

Som dere kanskje har fått med dere har jeg vært dårlig en stund nå. For en uke siden mannet jeg meg opp til å gå til legen, men akkurat den dagen var jeg helt ok, så da droppet jeg det. Så, noen dager etter syntes jeg at jeg kjente et slags drag i livmoren som gjorde at jeg bestemte meg for å kjøpe billige graviditetstester på nett. For å være helt ærlig gikk jeg rett og slett etter pris, kjøpte de billigste, og glemte det helt til de dumpet ned i postkassen, som var torsdag i forrige uke. Siden jeg bare har prøvd butikktester før, trodde jeg at jeg kunne teste ved å tisse rett på stripsen, noe jeg ikke kunne, for jeg fikk ikke opp noe som helst. Så da ventet jeg til neste gang jeg måtte tisse, og fant et lite beger for å samle opp urin.

Jeg gjorde alt etter bruksanvisningen, og fulgte med da væsken krøp over testfeltet. Én strek. Én strek til.

O M G!

Min første reaksjon var at det kunne ikke være sant! Så jeg gikk rolig inn i stua, hentet diskré ut Mannen som satt og snakket med mamma og Emeline, tok han med inn på soverommet, lukket døren, og bare stod der. “Jeg må fortelle deg noe…” Jeg må ha sett helt gal ut. Stakkars Mannen. “Å? Hva er det?” Jeg ble bare stående der, før jeg klarte å si: “Jeg er visst gravid…” Hans første reaksjon var “GRATULERER!”, et kyss og latter. Jeg, på den andre siden, stod stiv som en pinne og følte at verden snurret litt for raskt rundt. Jeg kunne fremdeles ikke tro det.

Så jeg testet meg på nytt. Positiv. Mannen fikk streng beskjed om å løpe på butikken for å kjøpe en ny test. Positiv. Jeg fikk ikke sove mer enn 3 timer den natta, og jeg som for tiden sover 10 timer… Så jeg stod opp klokka fire for å teste meg én gang til. Po-si-tiv.

Jeg fikk hastetime hos lege midt på dagen neste dag, for Gud vet hvor langt jeg var på vei. Så vi snakket om det, og han mente nok det jeg var redd for, at jeg mest sannsynligvis var blitt gravid etter forrige mens. Altså var jeg 11 uker og 6 dager på vei.

O M G.

Så jeg tagg meg til en ny test hos legen, som overraskende nok også var positiv, og så tok de blodprøver. Hun som tok prøven brukte fem minutter på å skjønne at jeg var 11 uker på vei og hadde hatt min første kontroll den dagen, stakkar. Så jeg måtte forklare at jeg bare hadde hatt én mens siden jeg ble gravid forrige gang, og hadde tenkt at det sikkert var normalt at den ikke var regelmessig.

Herregud, at det går an å være så korkete! Symptomene mine var: Tretthet, kvalme, svimmelhet, økt urinering, trang til å spise oliven (men klarte det ikke fordi jeg var så kvalm), og uteblivende mens. Enhver oppegående person hadde vel skjønt hva som var i gjære, men jeg trodde helt ærlig at det var stress. Jeg hadde nevnt det er par ganger til Mannen, men ingen av oss trodde på det, så da tenkte jeg ikke mer på det.

Så nå skal jeg på tidlig ultralyd for å se hvordan det står til der inne, og hvor langt jeg faktisk er på vei. Jeg har nemlig pustet inn anestesigass og nærmest bodd på røntgenavdelingen de siste månedene, så du kan trygt si at jeg er bekymret.

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Ikke noe nytt

17/01/2011 Én kommentar

Legebesøket ga oss ikke så mye mer å forholde oss til enn at det ikke er en infeksjon. CRP var negativ, og legen var litt sånn: “Jaja, du får nå bare se hvordan det går.”

Det kan jo være at hun får tenner og det at det er en stor omveltning å begynne i barnehagen, men jeg kjenner at jeg fremdeles er veldig bekymra. Hun hadde 39 °C i temperatur i natt, men virker generelt bedre nå.

Vi fikk beskjed om å gi salte kjeks og bananer for at hun skulle holde bedre på vannet, så det har hun knasket i dag.

Aua på fingern ble litt bedre med Ritz.

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Ettårskontroll

13/01/2011 Skriv en kommentar

I dag var jeg på ettårskontroll med Emeline. Sukk. Hun er så redd for å bli forlatt, stakkar. Med én gang vi kom inn i veie/venterommet begynte hun å gråte fordi det var flere andre barn der, og det måtte jo bety Barnehage. Så var det veiing og måling, og da gråt hun også, stakkar. Jeg får så vondt i meg for at hun har det så leit, og det er ikke noe annet jeg kan gjøre enn det jeg allerede gjør. Inne hos legen, som var en veldig søt dame, gråt hun bare hun så på henne. Hun lagde til og med en hanske-elefant til Emeline, men den var også dum. Og stetoskopet var dumt. Og øyelysning var dumt. Så da var det egentlig bare å kle på og dra derfra. Etter en liten snakk om vekta da, for hun har gått ned 40 gram siden sist, og veier nå 8750 gram og er 76 cm lang. Jeg tenker en del på vekta, for det er nå fire måneder siden jeg trodde at hun veide over ni kilo, og hun er ennå ikke der. Men barn er forskjellige, og hun er fortsatt ikke tynn, så vi får bare passe bedre på at hun får i seg nok mat. Hun spiser litt dårlig nå som hun har begynt å barnehagen, men jeg snakket med de ansatte i dag om det, så de passer ekstra på :)

Søte, lille jenta mi!

Må bare legge ut et solskinnsbilde for å veie opp mot de tunge dagene nå.

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The birth story of Emeline Sofie

08/01/2010

This is a warning that 1) It’s gonna be a looong entry, and 2) I’m not sure I’d want to read this if I was pregnant… At least now you were warned.

So, as I blogged about before, we got an appointment at the hospital for inducing labour on Dec 29th. My blood pressure was very high so the doctors were worried, but I didn’t have any subjective symptoms. So we met up at 9 AM and I got pills (I guess they were prostaglandins) in my you-know-what at 9:30 AM, 1:30 PM and 4:30 PM to induce labour. As nothing really happened, we decided to just sleep through the night and see how I was in the morning as I needed the sleep. At 10 PM I was starting to have contractions, and I was getting a last checkup before the night when I told the midwife that if the contractions didn’t slow down or got less painful I’d need something to help me sleep through the night. She told me I’d need a new checkup if she was going to give me anything, and it turned out that I now had a dilated cervix of 4 cm, plus a sky high blood pressure, so she needed to break my water. She told me to take a shower and get ready to go to the delivery room.

Husband was timing my contractions, and I remember thinking that if they hurt this much now, then I wasn’t sure if I could do without any pain medication. So I went to the bathroom to pee, and while sitting there, my water broke. This was at 11:30 PM. I managed to take a shower, which is supposed to give some pain relief, but I didn’t feel any difference, really. And then the contractions was lasting about one minute with intervals of 25 seconds. If you were wondering: NOT GOOD. I hardly had any time to breathe between two contractions and all I could do was squeeze Husband’s hand. I was almost crawling to the delivery room, and I’m not sure how long we were there, breathing through the contractions like I’d learned at preggie yoga, when the midwife, who had been asking me several times if I wanted an epidural (and I had told her no every time), grabbed my hand and told me that she was now calling the anaesthetist to get me one, cause I couldn’t go on with the high blood pressure and the close contractions too long. I just nodded my head as I didn’t feel like talking at all, and all I could do was whisper: “Oh, here comes another one…” to Husband who probably was pretty numb from me squeezing him.

The anaesthetist had to give me the epidural during contractions as they came so close, and I was terrified that it would hurt or that she’d do it wrong if I flinched, but I could hardly feel it. I remember wondering why she was yelling at me asking if I was a hemophiliac or had any allergies, but I was only whispering through the contractions so she probably thought I was in my own world. Which I almost was. But still. Anyway, the epidural worked wonders, and soon I was feeling normal again. The downside was, of course, that it slowed down eeeverything. So we were awake during the entire night, chatting, trying to sleep, eating an apple, drinking lots and lots of fluids, vomiting it all up again. I had checkups at least every hour, and my cervix slowly dilated up to 8-9 cm, until about 10 AM when they decided the baby had to get out because my blood pressure continued to rise.

So the midwife called on a doctor to check the position of the baby, and of course she was a stargazer, meaning that if I lie on my back, she’d be looking up, which means that her head will be harder to push out. Great. They tried to get an ultrasound to confirm it, but it was hard since her head was in my pelvic area :P So they decided to try to push her out if my blood pressure could handle it. So I tried. I first tried standing up as I remembered a colleague saying she’d refuse to do it any other way with her next child, but then the baby’s heart rate dropped, so I had to try lying down. Better for the baby, worse for me, cause we weren’t going anywhere. So after 35 minutes of pushing (and because of the epidural, I didn’t have any urges to push, I could only slightly feel a change in the contractions even though they gave me less epidural and more i.v. fluids to get contractions) the doctor came in to use a ventouse. Oh lord. The ventouse cup was too large (too much information, you say?) for me so they had to do an episiotomy to get it on the head. I looked at Husband, terrified, as I realized what they were doing, and said: “They’re cutting me!” and he looked pale and answered: “I know.” It didn’t hurt though, because of the epidural, plus they gave me local anaesthetics too, but I was horrified.

At least with the ventouse I felt where I was supposed to push, because before all I had to work with was the midwife who told me to push almost like when you poop. Well, okay, what’s almost? And when I did she’d go: “Yes, just like that!” Anyway, I think I pushed about 12 times until they got the little wonder out. The doctor was almost in a horizontal position pulling the baby out. At this time I was exhausted, and I fell half asleep every second. I got little Emeline, covered in blood, on my chest for about 5 seconds until the midwife told us that she was a little bit weak and she needed to take her. I noticed that she didn’t scream, but was told earlier by others who had had a baby that it takes some time before they scream, and I shouldn’t be afraid if my baby didn’t scream the second she got out.

Well, it turned out that she didn’t breathe on her own. She had a heartbeat, but was given oxygen for several minutes to help her breathe. I remember either going in and out of consciousness or sleep, still don’t know which, when they came in with her again and gave her to Husband. By that time I had lost more than a liter blood, my fingertips were turning blue and my blood pressure was dropping from 180/90-ish to 70/50, which is kind of, ehm, bad. I remember that I was shaking, but had also been told by a co-worker that she was shaking after she had had the baby, but a woman was trying to insert a venous catheter in my other arm and was telling me to keep still. And there were about 10 people in the room, running around, asking me questions like: “Can you feel this?”, “How do you feel?” (the answer being: “Cold.”) and “Hanna, can you hear me?”, and I remember Husband crying, and I thought it was tears of joy, but he later told me he was afraid I would die.

I was sent to post-op observation for an hour or so, while Husband was with Emeline. And each time someone asked me how I was feeling I answered: “Thirsty.” And I must have asked that poor nurse a hundred times after something to drink, cause when I was awake and she came in and I was trying to wet my tongue in my non-existing saliva, she just said: “I’m sorry, but you can’t have anything to drink, yet.”

At least this story ends well, I got a visit from the proud dad and my daughter until he had to go home to take Aurora for a walk, and I had to rest for another two hours until I could see them again, but Emeline is well, and I had given birth without pain, so it was Husband who had the worst experience. He now doesn’t want me to give birth the normal way, but I’m opposed to cesarean sections if it’s not medically indicated, but we’ll have a while to figure that out ;) What I do know is that I want more children :D

You normally spend 3 days at the hospital here before you go home, but since it was New Years Eve the day after, I tried to convince the midwife to let me go earlier, but they wanted to take blood samples and monitor my blood pressure. New Years Eve was quiet. We were looking at the fireworks from our room, which had huuuge windows, while I was breastfeeding Emeline. Quite special for us ;)

I hugged Husband for a long time today. You kinda forget to take time for your man when you have a one-week-old demanding all your time. He didn’t hug me right back, just held his arms around me, and whispered: “I’m afraid you’ll break.” It broke my heart. He must have been through hell that morning.

Emeline, 4 days old

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Week #34: Home on sick leave

11/11/2009

5 days after I got vaccinated against the new influenza, it was actually on the way home from one of our date nights, I started having problems breathing properly, and I felt like shit. Yes, I said it: Shit. I crawled to bed shivering while trying not to get hysterical that it felt like I was gonna pass out from lack of oxygen. So I managed to take some pain killers and get some sleep.

The next day I called in sick, and then I read on the Norwegian Institute of Public Health’s website that pregnant women need to call their doctors if they get sick. A week back they were wondering if Norway had a different strain of the virus since there are more sick people here than in other countries, but let me tell you this: I know why! When I called my doctor’s office and told them who I was and that I had flu-like symptoms I was told that: “Well, then you just need to stay in bed until you get better!” I was a bit put off by the reply and said a little quiter that I had read that I was supposed to call since I was pregnant. And then she just said: “Oh, but then you need to get an appointment today!” So I did. But the doctor didn’t think I had the flu, but gave me sick leave for 11 days.

So here I am. My lungs hurt like hell when I cough, but the fever is gone, and if I don’t walk outside I have no problems breathing. I’m not welcome at work for another week cause they are afraid of getting sick too (which I don’t blame them for), so I sit here, playing FarmVille on Facebook, browsing the Internet for calendars and other things cute, and eat clementines. Could be worse.

Our little baby girl is having a blast though. Since I’m not moving too much nowadays, she’s awake more often than she usually is, so she’s kicking and squirming like there’s no tomorrow. I usually sleep through the night without having to get up to pee, but the past nights I’ve woken up cause she’s tossing and turning, and there’s a moving lump showing on my belly. I groan, cause, well, it hurts, so Husband wakes up. His response is always a cheerful: “Oh, hahaha, would you look at that!” Then he gently strokes the foot or whatever it is she’s using to try to make a way out of the womb with (I always imagine one of the aliens in the, uhm, Alien movies, when she does that), until she stops.

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Week #32: Vaccinated

31/10/2009

After several fights/discussions with Husband I decided to take the vaccine. I’ve just been so afraid of adverse effects on the baby since it hasn’t been tried out yet. Anyway, I called the doctor’s office, but they told me to call back on Thursday as they started vaccinating people at risk of complications from the new influenza on Monday. And I knew that I could get the vaccine at the midwife’s office from the same day. A couple of days later I discovered that the midwife’s office got the vaccine from Friday, so I called the doctor’s office again to hear if I could get an earlier appointment there instead. And I was told that I could come on Monday 9th. Whaa? That’s a week later than everybody else! I mean, if I’m gonna have this vaccine, then I’m at least gonna get early…

So I called a private clinic and was told to just come today, so I did. And I waited for an hour, went in for about 2 minutes, got the vaccine and waited 20 minutes to see if I got any side effects. And all that made me 2.5 hours late for work, but at least I got a needle in my arm. I was sure it would hurt, but I hardly felt it.

Well, I can feel it now. My arm is really sore, and I can’t understand why they injected it in my right arm. Oh well. Just hoping I won’t be spending this weekend in bed with sore muscles and a fever.

And I’m crossing my finger that I did the right thing. It’s all for you, my precious.

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Week #14: It’s a girl…?

29/06/2009

Dear Baby Doe,

This week has been a lot for your mom. Tuesday was our second doctor’s appointment and it was just “how are you doing” and “how’s your blood pressure”, which is lower than last time and “good” according to the doctor.

I had a breakdown on Thursday because I can’t believe that I could be so lucky that you’re healthy. Your dad sat by my side while I cried my eyes out cause I was afraid we’ll get bad news at the ultrasound on Friday. He’s been really good to me, your dad, and managed to calm me down.

Well, we did get some bad news, but it was about the doctor, who was sick, and we had to reschedule to Monday.

So, today… I think I was pretty calm at the doctor’s office, but I can’t really remember. I held my breath when he put the probe on my tummy, but I saw you instantly, and you were kicking your legs and waving your arms, so your old mom got tears in her eyes. Your dad got pretty emotional too, smiling from ear to ear. The doctor said that everything was okay with you, and he was 96% sure you’re a girl! And you’re big. Not too happy about that… Please don’t have a huge head when you decide to come out! The due date got set to Dec 21 :)

And with that said, I’m making all the previous belly letters public :)

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