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Friday, February 26, 2010

Ask Me Anything!

Have you heard of Formspring? It’s all the rage on Twitter. It’s basically yet another social networking site where you can ask anonymous questions for users to answer. I find it absolutely fascinating as I am quite the nosy person. I’m not ashamed to admit it. :)

So go ahead – ask me anything! There’s a little box off to the right that you can use, or you can visit http://www.formspring.me/MyChiBites. My answers get sent to Twitter and I’ll also be featuring them here on the blog.

Speaking of Twitter, are you following me? Why not? If you would like to, click on the Twitter button off to the left. If you have an account please let me know because I want to follow you!

Thursday, February 18, 2010

One Month Old!


Dear Cooper,

On February 14th, 2010 (Valentine’s Day!) you turned one month old. I can’t believe a month has passed since I gave birth to my beautiful baby boy! Time sure flies when you’re not sleeping. :) Me, that is. You get plenty of beauty rest.

Speaking of beautiful – you are so handsome! I look at you sometimes and can’t believe that your father and I created something so wonderful and special. When you were first born, I thought you looked just like your father, but as you get older, you look more and more like me every day. You definitely have my piggy nose (it’s adorable!) and eyes, but you have your father’s chin. I also think you inherited your grandmother’s and uncle’s fivehead. You make the most adorable faces – I could sit and look at you for hours.


I wish I could slow down the clock and fast forward to my snuggly, teeny tiny 6lb baby. You have changed so much in just one month! When you were first born, you were too small for newborn clothing – it swallowed you! I tried to put one of your newborn sleepers on you the other day and you can barely fit in it anymore. You’ve moved from newborn diapers to size 1 diapers as well. Daddy weighed you tonight and you are 8.5 pounds – my chunky monkey!

You are so alert now! A few weeks ago I eagerly awaited those brief glimpses of time when you would open your eyes for me. Now you are awake and alert for hours at a time! I swear you are smiling already, but everyone tells me it is gas or muscle twitches.

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Right now, the thing you love the most is to be held by your mommy and daddy. Actually, any warm pair of arms will do. Your great-grandfather, Papa, thinks I spoil you and says you have “hold me colic.” It’s true! You love to lay on my chest and listen to my heartbeat. You also love to lay in your boppy and stare off into the distance. You used to hate the swing and now you will tolerate it for about 30 minutes at a time. You still hate the bouncer… I’m hoping that grows on you.

Your eating habits have changed as well. When you started eating formula, you were only eating 2 ounces at a time. Now you gulp down 4 ounces and sometimes want more! You are extremely impatient when you are hungry. You give one single whimper to let us know you are hungry, and if a bottle doesn’t appear immediately, you escalate into full on screaming until you get what you want. You are definitely impatient like your mommy.


I never imagined that I could feel so much love for you. I knew I would love you – I did love you – from the instant we found out we were expecting you. I just didn’t realize how deep that love would be. I look at you and my heart feels like it will burst at times. I know God has blessed us with a son and I pray every day I will not disappoint.


Your dad has been wonderful. Our relationship has changed from having you. It’s better and deeper, and I love him more for being your father. He’s been amazing throughout my pregnancy and since you were born. When I was pregnant, he rubbed my back when I was sick. He made me meals, and even got up in the middle of the night to make me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Since I had you, I haven’t had to lift a finger at home. He does the cooking, cleaning, laundry, errands, grocery shopping, and all the other chores so I can focus completely on you. He loves the time he spends with you. He loves to read to you and just sit and watch television with you laying on his chest.

I am so excited about our journey, Cooper. Each day with you is a gift and an adventure, and I’m looking forward to the ride.

I love you so much!


Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Wednesday’s Random Thoughts

How was your Valentine’s Day? Mine was not so hot. (Here’s where I whine for a little bit.) The husband did not acknowledge the day in any way until late in the afternoon, when I finally gave in and said “You do realize what today is, right?” For the record, he did realize, and didn’t think it was important to recognize his wife and the mother of his child. I’m just a wee bit bitter, can you tell?

Let me step out on a limb here and say I’m not particularly attached to Valentine’s Day. It doesn’t hold some great important meaning to me. However, I do feel it’s a great day to take the opportunity to let your loved ones know you care about them. I don’t expect $50 roses, or diamond earrings, or some other great expensive gift. I do expect a heartfelt card and maybe some sort of planned outing. A trip to a park, a dinner out – anything would be romantic and special if it was planned by someone other than me.

I probably would not have gotten so mad had my birthday (January 29, so just a few weeks ago) not come and gone with no acknowledgement other than a “Happy Birthday!” I didn’t even get a card on that day. This is my husband’s MO and it is something that drives me absolutely bonkers about him – he just doesn’t care about birthdays and holidays. In his family, it wasn’t a big deal, so he thinks it shouldn’t be a big deal now. However, in my family it is a big deal, so I expect him to recognize those days. It’s a never ending battle and I really don’t know how to get it through to him that this is truly important to me.

BAH. Moving on.

Speaking of Valentine’s Day, does your family have any special traditions? I really want the holidays to be special for Cooper. Growing up, my mom always got us kids a little gift and some chocolates. A friend of mine does chinese take out and a movie with her husband and kids. I decided we’ll do some sort of baking (this year it was cake balls, and Cooper supervised) although I’m not sure what else will do to make the day special.

Many of you have asked about Cooper’s burn, and I’m happy to report it is looking much better! Right now all that remains is a red mark, which I’m hoping will fade. We’ll see. It went from this:


To this: (Horrible picture, but you can see the faint red mark above and to the right of his belly button)


These pictures were taken courtesy of my brand-spanking new Canon Rebel EOS Xsi. The only problem is that I have no clue how to use it. Tips?

I know my posts have been all pregnancy and baby, all the time, for the past few months. I apologize to those of you who don’t find that interesting. I know my blog didn’t start off that way and I’m probably loosing a few readers because of it. However, I won’t apologize for the direction my life has taken. This is a blog about my life and interests, and right now my life is overwhelmingly all baby. I promise it won’t always be this way and I do have some non-Cooper posts planned. Thanks to those of you who are sticking around.

A few clueless mommy questions to my readers who are experienced mommies:

When does spit up start to be a problem? Cooper has projectile spit up. It was happening with almost every feeding, but we’ve changed bottles and have started propping him up in the boppy when he sleeps and lies down, and it has improved to only once or twice a day. Are there any other things we can try? He is formula fed… should I switch formulas?

How many #2 diapers should I expect in a day? We switched formula brands recently, and I think he may be constipated. We were feeding him Similac Advanced, but our pediatrician said we could switch to generic. We changed to Sam’s Club version of Enfamil Lipil/Similac Advanced and he is pooping less than before (one every day or sometimes every other day).

I will be asking his doctor these questions but due to the lovely nature of military medicine, Cooper’s next appointment isn’t for 3 more weeks, and there is no nurse line. Don’t even get me started…

Happy Wednesday, everyone!

Monday, February 15, 2010

Cooper’s Birth Story

This post shall also be known as Andrea’s Guide to Labor & Delivery: What Childbirth Classes Don’t Prepare You For & Your Girlfriends Don’t Tell You Because They Want You To Have Kids, Too.

The last few weeks of my pregnancy flew by. If you remember, when I was 36 weeks pregnant I went in for a routine appointment and was diagnosed with preeclampsia. My doctor told me she was inducing me, but after being monitored for 24 hours at the hospital ultimately decided to put me on bed rest and see how long I could cook. I went back to the doctor one week later and was sent back to L&D… and back home. They finally decided Cooper needed to come sooner or later, and my induction date was set for January 14th.

I got to the hospital at 6:45 a.m. and checked in. I was 2 centimeters dilated and 80% effaced prior to induction, which ultimately speeded the process along. Because I was Group B Strep +, I had to have antibiotic (penicillin) ran through my IV. They started that and the pitocin at 8:30, and I was hooked to external monitors and a blood pressure cuff that took my BP every 10 minutes. All was good until 10:30, when the doctor stated it was time to break my water.

*I’ll be providing commentary for the moms-to-be and not yet moms throughout this post, so please feel free to leave your experiences in the comments for others to read.*

My water breaking was…. strange. It was a lot of water! While she was all up in my lady parts, the doctor attached an internal fetal monitor to Cooper’s head, which did a much better job of monitoring his heart rate.

I had heard numerous stories that pitocin contractions are much worse than contractions experienced when you go into labor own your own. I’m not sure if that is true since I have no other birth to compare it to. All I know is that once they broke my water, my contractions immediately came on full force. They were 2 minutes apart and were extremely painful. My doctor told me she didn’t want me to wait for my epidural since my BP was spiking up to 190/120 during contractions, so I got my epidural at 12:30 that afternoon.

Speaking on contraction, don’t do what I did. I took the classes and I know I was supposed to practice my breathing techniques. That went right out the window when I started feeling the pain. The minute a contraction hit, I would tense up my whole body and hold my breath. Epic fail, Andrea, epic fail. Fortunately the epidural made it all better.

The epidural was not painful, but it was the only point during the whole labor that I cried. It was just scary and intense to me. They had me sit up and bend over the side of the bed, resting my weight on my husband. I couldn’t see what was being done, and the anesthesiologist did not tell me what was being done as he did it. They do numb you up so you do not feel the very long needle being injected into your spine.

The initial epidural did not take. It did numb my legs but I could still feel my contractions. They called the anesthesiologist back in and he adjusted the dose, so by 2:00 I wasn’t feeling anything from the waist down. And by anything I mean ANYTHING – my legs felt like tree stumps. I would tell myself to lift my legs and nada. It’s a super strange feeling, let me tell you.

Around 2:00 my arm started to tingle, and within five minutes had escalated to intense pain – worse than any contraction I experienced. My mom thought I was having a heart attack and called for the nurse. Apparently that is a very common reaction to the antibiotic they give you for Group B Strep. When you get to the bottom of the bag, you get this pain. It lasted for about 10 minutes until the medicine had emptied through my IV.

At 3:00 my doctor came back to check on me, and my mom asked how we would know when things had progressed. The doctor said “oh, she’ll be able to tell us because she will start to feel pressure.” Negative – I didn’t feel anything at all. She agreed to check me to appease my mother and I was 10 centimeters dilated at that point.

I had a weird reaction to the epidural. I felt very distant and detached from everything that was happening. Jason said that when the doctor told me it was time to start pushing, I looked really unconcerned with it all. That’s how I felt… just really out of touch with the whole process.

Let me again emphasize that I felt nothing. Nada. It’s really hard to push when you can’t feel anything at all. Jason and my mom each took a leg and pushed my legs back to my chest (which, FYI, hasn’t happened since elementary school). The doctor told me to push down like I was having a bowel movement. She would watch the monitors, and when my contractions would start she would count to 10. I was supposed to take a huge breath, hold it, and push until she reached 10. Now… that works in theory, but 10 seconds is a long time for a girl who has asthma. I was ready to pass out by the 4th round of pushes.

7 pushes later and Cooper was out. Jason and my mom watched; I did not (even though they had a mirror I could have used). They immediately wrapped the baby up and gave him to me, and he laid on my chest for about 30 minutes while they cleaned the room and dealt with me. I don’t remember the placenta being delivered. Jason said the doctor just pulled it out and according to him it looks like bloody white plastic bags. Lovely.

Again, I felt very detached from it all. I didn’t cry and I remember thinking “Nice. I have a baby.” I think my main thought at that point was that I was hungry and when was the dinner tray coming? Again, very strange feeling, but no one else I have talked to has had that reaction to an epidural.

I did tear, in three places, one of which was a second degree tear. I didn’t feel a thing. I had planned to dial down the epidural before I started pushing so I would feel contractions. I had down some research that shows you are less likely to tear if you are able to feel your contractions, so that was the plan. However, things just happened too quickly, so I don’t know if it would have worked or not.

Because I had such severe preeclampsia, I had to have a 24 hour magnesium drip, so I was tied to the bed with an IV and a catheter until 4:00 p.m. the next day. The nurse warned me I would feel very nauseous and woozy from the magnesium. I didn’t have any sort of reaction to it at all.

I didn’t really start to hurt until the next day. By the time I was able to get up and take a shower, I was really able to feel the aches and pains of labor. I was extremely swollen – I realize now that of course I would be swollen, but I wasn’t prepared for how bad it would be. I was terrified of using the restroom but (#1) was not as bad as I thought it would be.

Here’s where I keep it real. Scroll down if you want to skip the possible TMI parts of my post.

However, using the restroom is a giant ordeal. You will be given a peri bottle, which looks like a giant squeeze bottle, to use after you urinate. When you use the restroom, you rinse your lady parts with water and gently pat dry with toilet paper. You should be given sanitary pads and my hospital had mesh underwear that looked a little bit like fishnet stockings. I was given Dermoplast spray, which numbs and cools the area, and hemorrhoid pads and foam (luckily, that was one thing I didn’t need). The best thing ever? The hospital had these combination ice packs/sanitary pads that I stockpiled.

I was dreading having a bowel movement. The doctor prescribed me stool softeners, which I took three times a day. Girls, I know it sounds gross, but TAKE THEM! You don’t want to have to exert extra effort in that area, if you know what I mean. I kept taking them once I got home, and I didn’t actually have a BM until three days later. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but it was not pleasant either. You can try some of the Dermoplast numbing spray prior to the BM and that might help a little.

I had a really unrealistic idea (prior to giving birth) of how I’d bounce back quickly after childbirth. I don’t really know how it feels down there if you don’t tear (I imagine it hurts just the same) but I was in major pain for about three weeks. I took my pain pills daily for two weeks. I couldn’t sit up for longer than 20 minutes at a time. It probably didn’t help matters that Cooper had so many issues post birth and we had to take him to doctor appointments daily for the first two weeks or so. I wasn’t able to take it easy like the doctor prescribed, and I paid for it later. Sitz baths help, but I did not do them as often as I should because sitting still that long wasn’t possible. (A sitz bath is a bath you place inside your toilet. You fill it with warm water and sit in it – it supposedly speeds healing. It just made me feel like I had to use the bathroom.)

I bled for about 3.5 weeks, heavily for the first two weeks and lightly for the remainder. I have not had my period yet, and I’m not breastfeeding, so I’m not sure when that will come. I haven’t experienced any major hormonal breakdowns – well, I’ve experienced breakdowns but I think those were justified given all the drama with Cooper.

I’m still having issues with the preeclampsia. I’m having migraines, and my blood pressure is still high, so I’m on medication for that. It is true that most of your pregnancy ailments disappear after you give birth, but my heartburn is still hanging around.

My body has bounced back pretty well, which I actually credit with being plus size. I mean, I’ve been blowing up and down for years now, weight wise, so my body is used to it. :) I gained about 8 pounds total during the pregnancy (I lost 20 during my many months of morning sickness). I lost 35 pounds by the end of week one… not sure how that works, but I’m sure not complaining! I’ve been living clothes with elastic weights so I am really curious to see what size I’ll wear once I try on my pre-pregnancy clothes. My skin and hair look terrible. My face is breaking out and my hair is falling out. Lovely.

Well, I think that’s about it. If you have specific questions, let me know. If you want to share your experiences, please do! I’ll feature them in a later post. I’d love to hear from some natural labor and c-section mommas so I can present that point of view.

If you are a mom-to-be and would like a copy of my hospital packing list, send me your email address. I went through the made notes of what I used and didn’t and what I wished I had packed.

Happy Monday!

Monday, February 8, 2010


I should probably step away from the computer right now. I’m not in the greatest frame of mind and this will probably be a rambling, whiny post. I know I promised you all Cooper’s birth story but right now I need to write about what’s been happening in the weeks since he’s been born.

The definition of faith: belief and trust in and loyalty to God

I’ve always said I had faith in God. I believed in Him. I believed He had a plan for my life, and I trusted in that plan.

It’s so easy to say that you have faith and trust when things are going your way. It isn’t so easy when things are chaotic and out of control. It’s harder to put your faith into action when you are asking “why me?” or in my case, “why my child?”

Cooper was born on January 14th, 2009. I tried to breastfeed right away but was not successful. Over the course of three days, with the help of the lactation consultant and many nurses, I tried and tried to get him to latch on and eat. He weighed 6lbs 12oz when he was born and had dropped to 6lbs 4oz by the time we left the hospital. He also developed jaundice on our last day there, so the first week he was home we had to take him to the pediatrician every single day for weight checks and to get his bilirubin levels checked. He was on the bili lamp at home for four days.

I started to supplement with formula just to get his weight up but I really and truly wanted breastfeeding to be successful. I did everything I could think of – herbs, pumping, saw a lactation consultant – and I finally had to admit that it just wasn’t working. My milk never came in, despite taking medication. On my own I was starving my child, so I finally made the decision to just switch to formula. That first week was such a battle – I didn’t realize I wasn’t producing, so I’d put him to breast and he’d try to eat and just scream because he was hungry. I couldn’t figure out what I was doing wrong until I started pumping and could only get an 1/8oz in 15 minutes from both breasts. When he went to only formula, he went from 6lbs 4oz to 7lbs 2oz in a matter of a few days.

I didn’t exactly bounce back after pregnancy, either. Besides your normal complaints, my blood pressure remained elevated even after I delivered. I started having horrible headaches that Motrin couldn’t touch and that lasted all day. My mom stayed with us the week after Cooper was born, and she took me to CVS to use their BP machines on the day that I had a particularly bad headache, and it was as high as it had been when I had been hospitalized for pre-eclampsia. My OB has put me on blood pressure medicine, but so far my BP still hasn’t come down to “normal” levels. I thought once your delivered pre-eclampsia went away? I never had high blood pressure before I got pregnant, although it does run in my family.

One Friday a couple of weeks ago, Jason and I were driving home from a doctor’s visit when we got a call from the pediatrician’s office. Jason answered, and I could only hear his side of the conversation: “OK. Um hmm. Yeah, we’ll see you then.” The nurse had told him that Cooper’s blood work had come back abnormal and we needed to bring him in for more testing. And all my husband says is “Um hmm”? MEN.

I called back for more details. I’m not sure if every state does this, but in South Carolina the hospital draws blood and sends it to DHEC for a newborn metabolic screening. Cooper’s levels of acyl-CoA were abnormal. The nurse was quick to assure me it could be a false positive or a lab error, but all I heard is SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH MY BABY. We made it home in record time and I made a mad dash for the computer to figure out what this meant. Girls, take it from me: don’t Google when your doctor gives you a possible diagnosis. No good will come of it. All you will do is freak yourself out. TRUST ME.

From the DHEC website: Medium chain acyl-CoA dehydrogenase deficiency causes an error in fatty acid metabolism resulting in a child's blood sugar becoming dangerously low. About 20 percent of children with MCADD die before diagnosis if screening is not in place and those who survive may have serious residual effects. That was the best definition and prognosis I found. Other websites said babies with this condition should be diagnosed immediately after birth, because days or weeks undiagnosed and untreated leads to significant brain damage. Oh, and children with MCADD also had a very high risk of dying of SIDS.

So of course all I took away from that is best case scenario my child is mentally retarded, and worst case he dies. I was hysterical – to the point that Jason called them pediatrician’s office, who was five minutes from closing, to tell them someone had to talk to me and calm me down because he didn’t know what to do with me. God bless our wonderful pediatrician, Dr. Pittard, who called and did his upmost best to reassure me that everything would be fine. I almost believed him. Almost.

Before I offend someone, I do want to let it be known that I am not saying I wouldn’t want to have a child with special needs or who is mentally retarded. I am a social worker, and I work with clients who are all diagnosed as mentally retarded. I love my clients, and I do love and would love my child no matter what his needs. However, no parent wants to hear their child is going to have any sort of pain or struggles, and I’m no different. Because of the work I do, I know firsthand how much children who are different in any way struggle. They are beautiful, loved, and blessed, but their lives are different in a way that children who do not have special needs can not understand. I won’t apologize for not wanting my child to experience that. If Cooper did have special needs, I would accept it, love him, and do my utmost best to help him lead a wonderful life. But do I want that for him? No.

Here’s where my statement about faith and trust comes into play. Everyone around me kept telling me that it would be fine – it was sure to be a false positive – but all I could focus on was what if it wasn’t fine? What if it was positive? All I could see when I looked at my baby was the what ifs. What if something happened to him? I spent my weekend in a state of panic and tears until I received some excellent advice from my friend Melissa, who advised to me give my worries to God, let it go, and let what happens, happen.

That was easy to hear, but not so easy to do. I said I had faith in God and trust in His plan, but as soon as I would pray for him to take away my worries, I’d find myself crying and worrying yet again. One day when I was in the shower, I found myself praying yet again for God to take the stress and worry away, and to help me truly trust in His plan for Cooper’s life. I visualized the stress being taken away from my shoulders… and suddenly I didn’t feel quite so overwhelmed. I was still scared, but I felt better able to handle my fear than before.

The following Monday, we took Cooper back in to the pediatrician’s office (Oakbrook Pediatrics in Ladson, SC) to have the blood work redone. His normal pediatrician was out that day, so we saw Dr. Smith. Dr. Smith examined Cooper, and we mentioned that his umbilical cord had fallen off the night before. He examined it and noticed it was bleeding a tiny bit, and recommended it be cauterized with silver nitrate to stop the bleeding. The nurse brought in the kit, and Dr. Smith looked at and said “Hmm, I’ve never seen one of these before” and “I don’t know how to use this” before saying “oh yeah, this is the same thing you use on cold sores.” Looking back, I don’t know why I didn’t snatch my baby up and run out of that office, but I didn’t. I trusted him to perform what I assumed was a simple medical procedure on my child.

The doctor wet the silver nitrate, which was in a q-tip form. He used a lot of water, and it welled up in Cooper’s belly button and spilled out onto his stomach. The doctor finished up and wiped off his stomach, and I asked if we could bathe him. The doctor told us to stick to sponge baths for the time being. Shortly thereafter we left the office and headed home.

Once we got home and changed his diaper, we noticed the area around his belly was grey. Jason has used silver nitrate on the submarine before, and he said it was common for the skin to turn black, so we didn’t think anything of it. That night Jason woke up for the 4am feeding, and I woke up because Cooper was screaming. When Jason went to pull off his diaper, the skin around Cooper’s stomach came off with it.

22436_276499111255_554486255_3906279_5240688_nThe night the burn happened

IMG_0290 About a week later

We called the nurse on-call, and while we were waiting on a call back, Jason got online and found the directions for the silver nitrate kit the doctor had used. #1 on the directions was to cover the surrounding areas with Vaseline to prevent possible burns. The nurse called back and we explained what happened – she tried to brush us off and told us to just wait until morning and bring him into the office. We ended up taking him to the ER, and the doctors there confirmed it was a second degree chemical burn.

The next day, we did take him back to the pediatrician’s office. Our normal pediatrician was scheduled with someone else, and we made it clear we didn’t want to see Dr. Smith. We ended up with the Nurse Practitioner, Mary Lou. We explained step by step what had happened and Mary Lou told us “you shouldn’t blame Dr. Smith. It could happen to anyone. I don’t use Vaseline and I’ve been doing this for 30 years. It could have happened to me, too.” He was prescribed silverdine cream for the burn and we were supposed to keep it covered, watch for infection, and return in three days.

I stewed over what had happened and their response, and finally called the next day to file a complaint with the office. They had me speak with the office manager, and I explained what had happened. I told the OM that I understood that people make mistakes, but this had happened at the expense of my 2 week old infant. I do not hate Dr. Smith and I don’t want to see him punished because I do not believe he set out to hurt my child. What I wanted was an apology and some sort of reassurance that this would never happen again. I was told that the OM would speak with Dr. Tillman, the owner of the practice, and she would get back with me. I explained that I didn’t want to leave the practice because I love our regular pediatrician, Dr. Pittard, and would only stay if I could be assured I would only see him in the future.

I never got a call back from the OM. We took Cooper back on Friday to see Dr. Pittard and to have him look at the burn. I asked the nurse to bring in Dr. Tillman (the owner of the practice) just so she could see what Dr. Smith had done. She came in, pushed Dr. Pittard to the side, examined my baby, and said “This should heal just fine. He shouldn’t scar.” and left the room. Jason and I were infuriated – first of all, I didn’t ask her to come in to examine and diagnose him. Dr. Pittard was there for that. All I wanted was her apology and assurance that it wouldn’t happen again, as owner of the practice and the person who had hired Dr. Smith. After she left, we vented to Dr. Pittard, who was the only person to tell us he was sorry about what had happened. He also told us that due to the nature of the burn, Cooper could scar. As we were leaving, we saw Dr. Smith, and he did not acknowledge us.

We decided after we left that day that as much as we loved Dr. Pittard, we couldn’t justify staying with the practice. We would wait until Cooper’s test results came back and then switch him to the military clinic. After talking it over all weekend, we decided to contact a lawyer. It isn’t because I want money, but because I feel like they have completely ignored our complaints. I don’t feel reassured that this won’t happen again, and if I need to file a lawsuit to make them take me seriously, I will.

So needless to say, things have been overwhelming. Besides the lack of sleep, there has been a whole host of other problems to deal with as well. I’ll be glad when things calm down and all I have to worry about is a baby who sleeps all day and is up at night.

Update: I saved this post because I wanted to have the test results before I posted it on the blog. The results are in, and they are NORMAL! It was a false positive. Praise God, and thank you to everyone who prayed for us. It means so much to me. His burn is also much better although it does look like it might scar. We are still looking for a good lawyer, so if you have recommendation for medical malpractice in Charleston, SC please let me know!

Monday, February 1, 2010

Cooper has arrived!

Time flies, doesn’t it? It is hard to believe that just a few weeks ago this was me:

30 30 weeks

3636 weeks

And now this is me:


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Cooper Brayden

Born on January 14th, 2009 at 3:55 p.m.

6 pounds, 12 ounces

17 inches long

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