Have you ever heard the saying “If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans”?
Well I had plans. I have about a month left till this baby is due and I’ve been trying to finish up the guest room, boy’s room, and baby prep in the next month so that I can relax with my newborn and not have a big to-do list. I had two posts a week (a lot for me) planned until then, revealing both rooms and sharing tutorials for the things in them.
Then last week Adam had an accident. He was helping friends build a house when an extension ladder fell out from under him. He said it started slowly, and he had time to assess the situation and decided that riding it down was a better plan than jumping. When he landed he hit is face, ribs, and stomach on the rungs and was in some pain. About 30-45 minutes after it happened he decided to head to urgent care to see if he cracked a rib or something. I met him there, and as soon and I walked in with the boys the nurses were saying that they couldn’t treat him and he need to get to the emergency room ASAP for fear of internal bleeding. A friend rushed him to the hospital, and when I arrived a few minutes later I entered the room and there were about eight doctors and nurses around him frantically working, cutting off his clothes, hooking him up to all sorts of monitors, and prepping him for emergency surgery. He was pale and his vitals were weak, but soon after they got him stabilized and everyone took a deep breath. Then they wheeled him off to get a CT scan and see exactly what was happening.
Shortly after the doctors came back and said he had badly ruptured his spleen and was bleeding internally, that he needed to get into surgery immediately (a splenectomy) to remove it and stop the bleeding. They also presented us with a second option, which is where they go in through a vein on your leg and try to stop the bleeding and save part of the spleen, all without actually cutting you open. They said that they have never tried it on a spleen this badly injured, but if it didn’t work they could just go in surgically and remove the entire spleen anyway. Adam and I decided trying to save part of it was worth a try, and off he went.
Nearly three long hours later the doctor appeared and said the initial surgery had work and they were able to save about 1/3 of his spleen. This is great news, because while it you can certainly live without a spleen you have to be extremely careful about getting sick (since it’s an important part of the immune system – which I know from googling it on my phone while in the ER.)
Adam spent a couple of days in ICU before being transferred to a regular room and spent about a week in the hospital total. I even forced him to document the occasion….in 30 years were going to look back on this photo and laugh about that time Adam landed himself in the hospital right before we had baby #3.
He is home now, and he will be on bed rest and out of work until it’s time for him to man up and take care of me. Since he never got opened up for surgery, the dead 2/3 of his spleen, all the blood from the internal bleeding, and the gas that they pumped into him during the procedure was left in his body. His body is working hard to absorb and rid itself of all that extra matter, and evidently it’s pretty painful. So the next month will be spent taking it slow, healing, and basically just surviving. It may not be exactly how I imagined my ninth month of pregnancy, but I’m thankful that I get the opportunity take care off all my men.
Throughout all this Adam and I can’t help but feel incredibly grateful. The doctors have told us over and over again how lucky Adam is, that with a spleen injury like his you can bleed out and die in about ten minutes, and Adam didn’t get to the hospital until about two hours after the accident. Then, they were actually able to save part of his spleen. Thank goodness for modern medicine and wise doctors. Also, the amount of support we’ve received from our family, friends, and church has been nothing short of incredible. We’ve been completely covered in prayer, had meals and gift cards bought to us, childcare always available, offers to clean our house and help with medical bills. Adam had a steady stream of visitors the entire week, which had the nurses calling him “the most popular guy in the hospital”. I really cannot put into words how grateful I am to be part of community that really looks out for each other.
I’m totally NOT tearing up while writing this…I just have something in my eye, I swear.
Needless to say, projects and blogging are being put on the back burner and it’s going to be a little quiet around here for the next couple of months. I’m not going to disappear, I have a few finished projects to write about and a few easy ones I think I can get done before the baby comes (plus I have to tell y’all about the land we closed on last month!), but generally my time will be spent taking care of two little boys, one big boy, this mystery baby in my belly, and somewhere in there, me.
Speaking of the mystery baby, I haven’t blogged about this pregnancy since 23 weeks…it’s high time for an update.
My due date is in a month (March 5th), which puts me at 36 weeks. It’s weird to think that there is a full-sized baby calling my stomach home right now. I mean, my belly is huge and wiggly, but still…it’s hard to believe that any day now that belly will produce an actual human being. At about 20 weeks Levi started calling the baby “Kicker”, and the name has stuck…we’ve been calling him/her Kicker ever since.
I’m feeling…alright. Not the best I’ve ever felt or anything, but not terrible. I didn’t just have my spleen removed, so I can’t complain too much. Though I am definitely tired, my back hurts, and have a really sexy pregnancy waddle going on. I’ve basically given up on dressing myself…I have one pair of jeans I wear, one pair of shoes, one bra, a few granny panties, and handful of shirts that I rotate for when I leave the house. That doesn’t happen too often these days though, so it’s mostly just Adams pajamas that are keeping me covered.
Admittedly the baby prep has been pretty minimal, but since it’s the third I now just how little babies actually need. But I’ve gotten all the baby stuff out of the attic, cleaned up and ready. The van is rearranged to fit three car seats. The crib is all set up in our room. All our hospital bags are packed and in the car. The doctor says this baby is locked and loaded. I’m ready.
With Elijah I was nervous because he was my first. I had no idea what labor was going to be like (besides painful), and really no idea how to be parent or take care of a baby. I loved being pregnant, and when I was two weeks overdue, I was like “eh, it”s fine”. With Levi I was both excited and terrified. My first labor was horrible, so there was that. I had a one year old at home…how was I going to juggle both? What if I didn’t love him as much as my first?
With this one I’m just ready. I’m done being pregnant. My second labor was great so I’m not nervous about that. I have two small boys at home, but at this point I’m pretty good at juggling and know we’ll be okay. I’m still worried I won’t love this one as much, but by now I know just how silly that is.
I’m excited to see if Kicker is a boy or a girl…though I’m almost certain it’s a boy. I thought both my other kids were boys too, so I’m feeling a bit cocky about my mothers intuition. If it’s a girl we have the name nailed down (Noelle), but if it’s a boy (it is) we still haven’t decided on anything. We have our list, and at this point we figure that when we see him the name part will be easy. Fingers crossed that’s not totally dumb and we end up naming him something terrible.
The boy/girl thing isn’t the only surprise I’m excited about though, I’m excited to what Kicker looks like. My boys looked NOTHING like each other. See for yourself – here is newborn Elijah and newborn Levi..
And since I just can’t control myself, here they are at one, two, and three years old…
We joke (well, it’s not really a joke) that Elijah is an “Adam baby” and Levi is an “Ashley baby”. Elijah looks exactly like every boy in my husband’s family…in baby pictures you can’t even tell them apart at times. They are blonde and fair, have that hairline that refuses to fill in, and the distinctive family upper lip (that upper lip is the first thing Adam looks for in our ultrasounds).
Levi on the other hand looks like my family (he is my brothers twin). He’s a truly hairy dude, with big blue eyes and a nose that turns up at the end. Somehow, despite their differences, they manage to be equally adorable. When they’re not driving me crazy, that is.
Anyway…I’m not sure how to end this post. Thank you in advance for all your support, and I promise not to disappear on you…even if I do just post updates on Adam, random projects, and newborn baby photos for a while.