The Adventure Begins
This adventure started with me peeing on a stick.
Not exactly the usual opening line in an adventure novel, but that is how this adventure started. In September 2017 my husband(Josh) and I discovered that our family was about to grow by 1 tiny human, little did we know just how tiny she would be.
We had our ultrasounds, we had our gender reveal, and we planned for her arrival. But no amount of planning can prepare you for the unexpected. I was due to have my Anastasia May 31st, 2018 but everything I had planned for did not happen.
On March 13th I was admitted into the hospital with severe preeclampsia, probably one of the most feared pregnancy issues except for maybe gestational diabetes but being a first time mom, I will admit that I had heard the term, but I did not know what it really was until I had it. My blood pressures skyrocketed to the upper 190’s/100’s and it literally came out of no where, accompanied by a terrible headache. I had normal blood pressures at every one of my appointments and have never had any issues my entire life. But they say pregnancy changes everything, and they weren’t wrong. I was 28 weeks pregnant when I was admitted into the hospital. Our goal was to try to carry until 34 weeks but that ended up not being possible as my blood pressure would not stay controlled so on March 23rd at 1:01 AM my little girl was born via C-Section (after 36 hours of induced labor yielded no results to deliver naturally). I was only 30 weeks along.
Anastasia was born 2lbs 15oz and 15 1/4 inches long.
The road that followed was not an easy one. For 84 days she was in the hospital’s NICU, growing, developing, maturing, you name it. We are blessed that she has no medical issues. But the more we saw her, visited her, and watched her grow, the more we fell in love with her. She is quite sassy, and as all of her nurses said, she’s a feisty one.
On June 15th, after waiting for so long, we were finally able to bring our little girl home. That first night, I only slept for 2 hours… a mix of nerves, her crying, and emotions kept me awake. Not to mention constantly checking to make sure she was breathing. The NICU had monitors and alarms if something was wrong. We did not.
What have we gotten ourselves into!
After a few days we were hit with that overwhelming feeling of not knowing what we were doing. But between the lack of sleep, fitful nights, and occasional hours of crying, she would sleep with that goofy grin on her face and we couldn’t imagine having it any other way.
Mama Chewy, will be a collection of my experiences and adventures as I navigate this road called motherhood. I will be writing about things that happen, my daughter in general, product review, and anything else that seems to fit.
I do not, and will not, ever claim to be an expert parent. I always thought I was ‘great’ with kids because I have a large family (4 siblings, 22 nieces/nephews) but until I had a Anastasia I had no idea just how hard being a parent is. So with this said, feel free to comment, ask questions, offer advice, or just say Hi. I love interacting with readers and I would love to meet/make some mommy friends out there.