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Queen of my Castle

Posted: November 5th, 2013 | Author: | Filed under: Parenting, Pregnancy, Stream of Consciousness | Tags: Baby 4, Boy Mom, Hyperemesis, Hyperemesis Gravidarum | 1 Comment »

This is going to ramble a bit…

Way back in July (August?) we decided we were just going to go ahead and announce this pregnancy so I could freely talk about it here.  Of course that pretty much meant I would have all of the energy (and will) sapped from my body immediately and I would go months between posts because all I did was sit in bed and try not to be sick for weeks on end.  I go weeks without sitting down at an actual computer.  Blogging…HA!

I eventually ended up in the ER, and a few days later I started OB Home Care.  Lactated ringers and a zofran pump became my lifeline.

After 3-4 weeks of IVs, I was able to stop them, and have been IV free for just over three weeks.  They are extremely helpful when needed, but with three wild boys running around they were getting to be difficult to deal with.  My veins have always been a bit tricky, and getting a good stick to begin with was not always easy.  Getting them to last more than a day or two was even harder.  Now that I’m to the point where I can eat (mostly) and drink (sometimes) we are working on keeping me from backtracking, and possibly weaning from the zofran pump.

Looking back, this is definitely the earliest we have had my hyperemesis under any sort of control.  I will take it!

We are starting to talk about things like nursery decor.  Something so simple, so obvious to someone who is having a “fluffy” pregnancy.  But all those fun things you look forward to, they get lost in the shuffle when you are just managing an illness, trying to survive the day.

But we are there now.

I’m not 100%.  I don’t know that I’m 75% or even 50%, but every day is not all bad.  A corner has been turned.

And we just made it to the halfway mark!

Which brings me to our 20 week ultrasound.  The BIG one.  The one everyone looks forward to.  Well, at least people who are wanting to find out if they are having a boy or a girl.

Having a house full of boys, I definitely wanted to know if I was going to be adding ruffles and dresses to our laundry pile.

I wore the same pink striped socks that I had worn to both of our previous 20 week scans.  The tech joked that if I was looking for a girl I probably should have worn blue socks, they didn’t seem to be working any magic.  The thing is, I kind of wanted another boy.  A girl would have been welcomed and celebrated, obviously, but I just don’t see myself as a mom to girls.  Lincoln was our lone hold out- if you asked him, he would tell you the baby in my belly was a girl.  He would tell you her name was Hansel.  He never wavered on his prediction.  Everyone else said it was a boy, even if they were hoping deep down for a girl.

Even though I was silently rooting for a boy, I kind of loved the thought of Lincoln having some intuition and being the only one right on this.  Lord knows *I* never feel any intuition when it comes to whether it’s a boy or a girl.  I just guess based on what we have, and what I can eat (spicy, Mexican) compared to what I could eat in past pregnancies (spicy, Mexican).

Alas, it’s a boy.

Four boys.

I was almost relieved.

We all laughed when she moved the wand over his lower half and he spread his legs for a split second, just long enough for me to confirm that yes, he was definitely all boy.

Before I ever became a mom, I wished for boys.

I wished for Lincoln and Wyatt to be cute.  I know.  That was really the only wish I had?  But they are definitely cute, for better or worse.  I think they get away with more than they should because they can charm the socks off their teachers and therapists.

I wished for Judah to be a Mama’s boy.  And I got that, again for better or worse.  He was a completely different experience from his brothers, and I am grateful for that, although a few moments of downtime would have been very welcomed in the early weeks.

For this, our last baby, and the youngest boy, I am wishing for him to be calm.  So far he seems pretty chill, I just hope he remains that way.  We need a little bit of calm in this family.

So, kind of by default, and none of my own doing, I remain queen of my castle.

A rowdy, messy, noisy, castle.

A Boy Mom.

Oh, and Lincoln?  He’s cool with another brother.  He’s pretty sure his name will be Hazel.

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One Comment on “Queen of my Castle”

  1. 1 Jenna said at 6:06 pm on November 6th, 2013:

    I'm so happy for you, Erin. I'm one of those who was rooting for a girl, just because you don't have one, and they're fun to dress. But I kinda thought it was going to be a boy, and it seems like that's the way it should be.

    Don't forget Erv and Annabeth at work, who just celebrated their 62nd anniversary. They had 4 girls in 6 years, and then a 5th came 7 years after the 4th.


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