The One Where Rowan Had Surgery

It's been a week and I'm just finally getting around to posting about Rowan's surgery. Little man had what one would call a hydrocele, meaning he had a tiny hole between his abdomen and his groin that would allow fluid to drain into his right testicle. The specialist said it could potentially go away on its own but surgery was the sure fire way to make everything all better. So away we went.

Getting prepped and ready to go

Rowan had surgery at Children's in St. Paul. He was such a trooper. I think it helped that he's so young. He knew he was having surgery but didn't fully understand what that meant. And the staff at the hospital were great. They were awesome at making sure we were doing ok and keeping us informed as to what was going on.

Mommy went to the OR with Rowan so I could be with him when he was put under. I tried my best to keep it under control but watching them put him to sleep was awful. Pregnancy hormones didn't help at all, either. Luckily it was a quick surgery and he was back with us in no time. The part he hated the most was having the IV in his hand. He wanted it out in the worst way but had to eat his whole popsicle before they took it out.

Post-surgery

Two hours after surgery we were on our way. Rowan walked out on his own and insisted on playing with toys before we left. Honestly, you couldn't even tell he had surgery. He was bouncing off the walls as soon as we got home. My parents and grandma were nice enough to come up and brought us supper so we didn't have to cook. It also gave mommy and daddy a tiny break from being the doting parents we are. You can go ahead and laugh. Sarcasm is my best friend, you know.

Saturday Glenn ran the Warrior Dash for me. I had signed up a year ago and didn't think I should try and do it at 6 months pregnant. He got me a decent time. I let him keep the medal but I took the t-shirt. It's only fair.

Glenn post Warrior Dash

Rowan wearing daddy's medal

Cooling down like everyone else

It was flippin' hot at 10:00 in the morning. Rowan decided it was appropriate to dump water on himself like all of the other runners. What a kid!

Rowan has since recovered beautifully. He's got 2 more days of wearing his waterproof bandage and then he's good to go. Thank god because he wants that thing off in the worst way. Mommy's glad everything is over, too. It's definitely no fun to watch someone deal with surgery but it's even harder when it's your own kid. I guess that's just one of the things you deal with when you become a parent. Rowan basically has no fear so I'm sure this won't be the last time we visit the hospital. I just hope he decides to wait a few years before we have to go back!

Twelve Weeks and Counting

Today I had my first follow-up since getting diagnosed with gestational diabetes. It definitely didn't go the way I thought it would. My numbers overall haven't been horrible. Over the last week, I had two instances where my sugar level was over my limit. To me, that seemed really good. Wrong.

Let's see, first of all, I'm not getting enough calories. I managed to lose three pounds over the last week and apparently that's not a good thing. Second, I'm not getting quite enough carbs. I'm supposed to have 13 to 15 choices a day. My average is 9.5. Last, I'm not getting enough protein so I somehow have to figure out how to incorporate even more. So what does this mean? Basically I have one more week to try and straighten everything out or they'll make me go on insulin.

Here's why I'm pissed: I've barely had time to adjust to the fact that I have gestational diabetes. This is a lifestyle change for the next several weeks, one that I wasn't prepared for. I'm not used to counting my carbs and making sure every meal I eat is mostly balanced. So now I only have one more week to try and figure it out? That seems a bit extreme to me.

I am a horrible eater. I fully admit that. But it's really hard to try and get everything packed into one meal and still make sure my glucose level doesn't go over the top. Today at lunch and supper I ate more than I think I eat in one day, per their request. My levels were under the limit but not by much. So where's the give and take in all of this?

I'm so over this pregnancy. Don't get me wrong...I'm not sorry I'm pregnant. We struggled a lot to even get this baby as far as he is and I can't wait to hold him and love up on him. I just hate what being pregnant is doing to me. I can't even enjoy it anymore. At this point, I'm counting down the days until this is done.