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.)

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Chaos

I watched the girls by myself for the whole day today! Yeah, it was pure chaos. It was nice, for the first little while, but as they day progressed, it got crazier. It has been tough juggling our life lately. My many doctors appointments, finding rides for the school kids, babysitters, Trever needing to go back to work...it has been so crazy that I haven't even seen Caleb since last Thursday. Sad huh?

Today, the girls made a huge mess, then during clean up time, just messed around. (They know I am worthless when it comes to following through at this point.lol)  my friend brought dinner, which was a huge blessing. During dinner, the girls were pushing things around to make more room and pushed a jar of salsa right onto the floor. Since bending over is not my strong point right now, I had to just sweep it into a pile and continue dinner in the hallway, leaving the mess for Trever. We managed to have a quick family home evening. Thank goodness for the little Mormon ad videos. Then I sent the girls to bed. Just after they went to their rooms, I was holding my 18 month old, who unloaded her dinner all over me! I was sitting in a pile of puke just thinking, really? Then later I just had to laugh. She has been having some sort of allergy to something. We can't figure out what quite yet. So fun!

I am totally missing my baby boy today! I have been calling the nurses like twice a day to see how he is doing. Earlier his day time nurse said he is taking about half of his feeds by mouth! He still has his ups and down with his respiratory rate, but doing well with his feeds.

I just got off the phone with the night nurse. She said her first feed with him, he took 40 ccs then she just finished his second one. He took the entire meal by mouth!! Three cheers for Caleb. Hip hip hurray! Hip hip... How come you aren't shouting with me, I can't hear you...

Oh boy oh boy, that totally made my day. He has dropped weight just slightly the past two days. We are talking an ounce total. So he is down to 6lbs 1 oz now. He gained a chunk a couple of days ago, so that is pretty normal. Oh man I am ecstatic! This is the first time that I have heard anything about him being just about ready to go home.

The nurse was so sweet, I figured they would think I was a terrible mom for not seeing him as frequent. But when I said how long it has been, she said he was in good hands and not to worry. That I need to make sure to keep taking care of myself so I am strong and ready for him to come home. I love how they just get it. I love that I have been able to get it. That I need to use this time to heal and gain my strength back. Every once and a while that guilty naggy voice pops in that says, you are so selfish, you should be taking care of your son. Then a new voice, one I am still not totally used to yet, says... A little bit of sacrifice now, means that you will be there for him that much more when he needs you most. I have always been the martyr mommy who almost victimishly sacrifices for her kids. I would hear talks about needing to take care of ourselves so that we can take care of our kids better in the long run. I
never really got it, until these past few months. If momma ain't strong and healthy, then the kids ain't strong and healthy.  Speaking of which, my "you need to sleep" headache is in full force, so I better listen to it and head to bed. Xoxo nighty night
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  1. nancyApril 9, 2013 at 1:12 AM

    You are welcome to drop kids off here when you go past rittenhouse. I am hold all day!

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