My name is Jennie. I'm a wife and a mother. I have been married to the man of my dreams, Trever, for 9 wonderful years. We have 5 beautiful daughters who fill our lives with joy and excitement. We just had our 6th child. Our son Caleb.

I was diagnosed with a rare condition called Placenta Accreta along with Placenta Previa. Accreta is a condition where the placenta attaches to the scar tissue in the uterus. It will often continue to grow to deeper tissue (increta) and even through the uterus attaching to other organs(percreta). I ended up having an 11 hour surgery, including a hystorectomy, and bladder repair. I received 7 units of blood and blood parts. (This is a lot of blood loss for my surgeons, but minimal blood loss to those who are not as experienced in these deliveries. I spent 36 hours in the ICU after surgery. I have also had many other complications afterwards including another minor surgery 2 weeks later. These complications are somewhat normal for the type of surgery I had.

I had a team of specialists doing my surgery. Obgyns, Gyno-oncologists, trauma surgeons, urologists and anesthesiologists. This team has specialized in techniques helping with minimal blood loss. Those with accreta , loose large amounts of blood because the placenta cannot detach naturally at delivery.

My goal is to help save women's lives by giving this terrible condition a voice. So many are ignorant to its fatal attack. Doctors and women alike, need to be educated about Accreta. Many have never even heard of it. The numbers are on the rise because of so many women choosing to have c-sections when it isn't necessary. Not all women can avoid it, but many can. Please help me give Accreta a voice, by sharing the information in this blog. (There are numerous posts with information on Accreta as well as the Accreta team who took such great care of me.)

Saturday, March 9, 2013

2 Steps Forward and 1 Step back

Today was my 1step back day. I went to the Doctor today. He took out my staples. Uncomfortable and a little tender, but it wasn't bad at all. We ran into a potentially big snag during the process. In two different place on my lower abdomen, the skin didn't heal as well as we hoped. So the incision separated a bit. It wasn't bad enough to run to the hospital, but it was bad enough to have Dr. Detlifts check it out on Monday. He is the trauma surgeon and likes to check up on wound healing as it is. This kind of a thing pushed up the need to see him. If on Monday the steri-strips (the bandages they put on after staple removal) weren't enough to heal it up. I may have to go back into the hospital and get new stitches or something to remedy the wound.

When we got back to the hotel, I didn't want to move! I was so worried about it. That, and the 5 other things that I have to get removed in the next couple of weeks. The night before last, I was showering. I was removing a couple bandages that were ready to come off. One of which was from the drain I had removed earlier. It left a hole in me, the size of a pea. I started getting so woozy I almost passed out. I used to be able to handle things like that. I guess when it is on my body, it's a different story. I am so grateful that Trever was right next to me, otherwise...yikes!

With all of this going on, I think my body and my emotions were in total shock. I woke up from my nap shivering like crazy. I couldn't get calm down. I didn't have a fever, so Trever thought I was just in shock. I think I was too. He climbed into bed with me and held me close. He also tucked the blankets all around me, so that the cold air would stay out. I was able to calm down and fall asleep. I slept almost the entire day, occasionally moaning through it. Then I got super hot. So we had to take the opposite approach and cool me off. Trever stayed by my side through it all, of course. He helped me treat the shock. I could tell there was a lot of emotion going on, because certain things would come to mind and I'd just start tearing up.

I wasn't well enough to go see my baby boy, but I wanted to know how he was doing. Trever was hesitant to leave me, but I insisted.  He went down to the hospital and got to spend some time with him. He called and said that Caleb had made some serious progress in the 24 hours since we had seen him.

2 steps forward for him! He was receiving part of his meds, caffeine, and even food through an iv. He was able to get that taken out. That means that his stomach is tolerating things so much better now. So he gets to have everything by mouth! He is still on the feeding tube that drips things down his throat because he hasn't quite developed his sucking reflux yet.  He also had a bowel moment on his own. They had to assist him the other day because he was so constipated. He also got his air pressure lowered from a 6 to a 5! That means that he is breathing more on his own now. When it gets to zero that means he doesn't need his oxygen tube in his nose anymore!

What fantastic news! Especially after my rough day. I'm so proud of my little man! He is getting so big. Last we checked he was 3lbs and 13 oz. So he was almost back up to his birth rate. Oh wow! I just realized I didn't even share his birth stats yet. Wow. So sorry!

He was born March 1st at 10:41 am. 17 inches long. Weighing in at 3lbs 15 oz.  One of his nurses was talking about about how big he is. He said he is going to be a big boy. He kept talking about his build and length. He said, check him out, this kid could bench press truck! It was cute. He was so cute with Caleb. You could tell he really loved his job. He said there is nothing better. He treated and talked to Caleb like they were best friends. I absolutely love how much these nurses love our baby! They take such good care of him and love on him as if he was their own. They try so hard to make sure we get bonding time with him. They are also very protective of him. Well, it's Saturday morning and I am feeling much better today. So we are going to head out to go see him. Trever just said let's go, "I want to go see my buddy." I love it!

2 comments:

  1. Ugh. Glad your little one is doing well! And, so glad you have this hotel time close to the hospital. Sorry you have to deal with scars and drains and yucky stuff... Sigh. Our bodies are amazing!! Can you believe that you'll be all healed up again someday??? You're doing great! One week down! Thanks for being an inspiration to me-- drain holes and all-- blah!

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