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| Big sister Karlie! |
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| Mom's granny walked that had to come home with us for a few weeks |
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| Bruised face |
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| Very big belly, 9 pds!!! |
For my son Luke to read someday...love his mom
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Feb. 20 2008
Luke Steven, Born February 20, 2008
This is for my son aged 4 to read and view someday from his mommy, Lisa (aged 35)
Dear Luke,
I can't even describe the roller coaster that we have been on since the day you arrived into the world the day after mine :) Karlie was born the day after dads birthday and here you come the day after mine!!! With you, we did know what we were having. Mom works at the hospital so on the day of our anniversary I had an ultrasound tech scan me and she wrote down on a piece of paper what you were and sealed it in an envelope. I went out with grandma J and the girls to a concert and they were soooo tempted to go in my car and open it. I didn't. I came home to dad and about 10:30pm we opened the envelope and the first thing we saw were trucks and hammer stickers...."About 99% sure you are having a....BOY" We were soooo happy and excited we were both crying tears... We immediately got on the phone and called everyone we knew. We never made it a surprise for people, we were too excited ourselves to keep that kind of information inside!!!
My pregnancy went great. I felt good and I got HUGE.....not my whole body, just my belly!!! I honestly do NOT know how a stomach can get that big. Grandpa Nyenhuis couldn't even stand looking at me and when I showed it to him, he would almost throw up. :)
Dad and I went out for dinner for my birthday and there was still no sign of you coming. Then around 2am I started having contractions. I was not in labor NEAR as long as I was with Karlie and for the most part dad and I thought things were going great. Until you wanted to come out. 3pm you came and unlike Karlie with 3 hours of pushing I think it took us 30 minutes. You were BIG!!!! Big for Mom!!! 9pds!!! For the most part, it went great. The nurses asked what your name was a grandma J. said Johnathan Stephen (after grandpa J and your dads real name). I immediately gave dad the evil eye and he said no, Luke Steven. I liked it spelled that way better. I have NEVER called your dad stephen. It is Steven. Sorry Grandma J, its nothing against you!!! You had to have a label on your basinette that said "bruised face" b/c your face was so black and blue from coming out nurses didn't want to worry that you weren't breathing....I think that explains the broken back and seperated pelvis!!! Your poor face probably got the brunt end of it!!! Poor thing!
I got to nurse you, Dad got to cut the umbilical cord this time! I got to keep you in my room, we had visitors....Everything went smooth until I tried to walk the next morning. Something with ME was majorly wrong. It hurt sooo bad between by bones. We found out that you separated my pelvis coming out and broke my sacrum (bottom part of back). I had to start physical therapy and have a granny walker to come home with....I needed help the first few weeks for sure! On top of that I got mastitis and had to go on antibiotics, then I had an allergic reaction to the antibiotics and got hives all over...I was miserable.....But you were a great baby. I quit breastfeeding with you and was very sad but with us, my milk NEVER came in like it did with Karlie. I think that I had too many medical issues going on that my body was in stress. After we made the switch you were a much happier little guy. I was sooooooo in love with you and loved having you in my room b/c with Karlie I never had that chance. You also should have been taken C-section but that is always in hind site....live and learn I guess. We survived. :)
Mom continued to be sick for the 1st year of your life and FINALLY in Feb. of 2009 a year after you were born they found the problem.....A huge blood clot going to my liver and 1/2 of my liver was now gone. I began a very lengthy process of testing and dr.'s, and dad and I were planning a trip to the Dominican for our first time ever and we got called into the Dr a few weeks before leaving and he said "If YOU do NOT do something in one year you will be DEAD....." He suggested that we cancel the whole trip and stay as close to a hospital as we could. If the veins in my throats (varices) ruptured, being on blood thinners due to the clot, I could hemorrhage to death and in a foreign country they would have NO CLUE what to do with me.....
Dad and I left the office bawling our eyes out. Scared and filled with fear. The next 3 years of your life mom was in and out of the hospital ALL THE TIME!!!! I feel in a way that I missed out on alot of your little life b/c I was either sick, gone in a hospital, sleeping, having surgery, traveling to hospitals for opinions and searching for answers....I was so scared and fearful that I was going to leave you behind. I had to leave you to Jackie, grandma's and grandpa's to take care of you while dad took care of mom......
We were told that the WORST thing we could ever do is get pregnant....so I knew you would be my last. I treasured every single minute with you!!!
Dear Luke,
I can't even describe the roller coaster that we have been on since the day you arrived into the world the day after mine :) Karlie was born the day after dads birthday and here you come the day after mine!!! With you, we did know what we were having. Mom works at the hospital so on the day of our anniversary I had an ultrasound tech scan me and she wrote down on a piece of paper what you were and sealed it in an envelope. I went out with grandma J and the girls to a concert and they were soooo tempted to go in my car and open it. I didn't. I came home to dad and about 10:30pm we opened the envelope and the first thing we saw were trucks and hammer stickers...."About 99% sure you are having a....BOY" We were soooo happy and excited we were both crying tears... We immediately got on the phone and called everyone we knew. We never made it a surprise for people, we were too excited ourselves to keep that kind of information inside!!!
My pregnancy went great. I felt good and I got HUGE.....not my whole body, just my belly!!! I honestly do NOT know how a stomach can get that big. Grandpa Nyenhuis couldn't even stand looking at me and when I showed it to him, he would almost throw up. :)
Dad and I went out for dinner for my birthday and there was still no sign of you coming. Then around 2am I started having contractions. I was not in labor NEAR as long as I was with Karlie and for the most part dad and I thought things were going great. Until you wanted to come out. 3pm you came and unlike Karlie with 3 hours of pushing I think it took us 30 minutes. You were BIG!!!! Big for Mom!!! 9pds!!! For the most part, it went great. The nurses asked what your name was a grandma J. said Johnathan Stephen (after grandpa J and your dads real name). I immediately gave dad the evil eye and he said no, Luke Steven. I liked it spelled that way better. I have NEVER called your dad stephen. It is Steven. Sorry Grandma J, its nothing against you!!! You had to have a label on your basinette that said "bruised face" b/c your face was so black and blue from coming out nurses didn't want to worry that you weren't breathing....I think that explains the broken back and seperated pelvis!!! Your poor face probably got the brunt end of it!!! Poor thing!
I got to nurse you, Dad got to cut the umbilical cord this time! I got to keep you in my room, we had visitors....Everything went smooth until I tried to walk the next morning. Something with ME was majorly wrong. It hurt sooo bad between by bones. We found out that you separated my pelvis coming out and broke my sacrum (bottom part of back). I had to start physical therapy and have a granny walker to come home with....I needed help the first few weeks for sure! On top of that I got mastitis and had to go on antibiotics, then I had an allergic reaction to the antibiotics and got hives all over...I was miserable.....But you were a great baby. I quit breastfeeding with you and was very sad but with us, my milk NEVER came in like it did with Karlie. I think that I had too many medical issues going on that my body was in stress. After we made the switch you were a much happier little guy. I was sooooooo in love with you and loved having you in my room b/c with Karlie I never had that chance. You also should have been taken C-section but that is always in hind site....live and learn I guess. We survived. :)
Mom continued to be sick for the 1st year of your life and FINALLY in Feb. of 2009 a year after you were born they found the problem.....A huge blood clot going to my liver and 1/2 of my liver was now gone. I began a very lengthy process of testing and dr.'s, and dad and I were planning a trip to the Dominican for our first time ever and we got called into the Dr a few weeks before leaving and he said "If YOU do NOT do something in one year you will be DEAD....." He suggested that we cancel the whole trip and stay as close to a hospital as we could. If the veins in my throats (varices) ruptured, being on blood thinners due to the clot, I could hemorrhage to death and in a foreign country they would have NO CLUE what to do with me.....
Dad and I left the office bawling our eyes out. Scared and filled with fear. The next 3 years of your life mom was in and out of the hospital ALL THE TIME!!!! I feel in a way that I missed out on alot of your little life b/c I was either sick, gone in a hospital, sleeping, having surgery, traveling to hospitals for opinions and searching for answers....I was so scared and fearful that I was going to leave you behind. I had to leave you to Jackie, grandma's and grandpa's to take care of you while dad took care of mom......
We were told that the WORST thing we could ever do is get pregnant....so I knew you would be my last. I treasured every single minute with you!!!
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