Just wanted to introduce myself and what better way than to start off with a vent. A little background, I am a FTM, been married for two years together for seven, SAH right now, and have a little more to love.
I was 30 weeks pregnant when I went in for a routine check up and a head ache, and after taking my blood pressure and urine test I was taken to the ICU for a NST. Turned out I had developed pre-eclampsia and my blood pressure was 190/106 and I had gained 25 lbs in two weeks after only gaining 8 the rest of pregnancy. Immediately I was life flighted to the University of Utah and given an emergency c-section, my husband couldn't make it down in time to be there with me. My son was born Dec. 11, weighing 2lbs 2oz and was 14 1/14 inches. He was taken to the NICU before I could even meet him. And then I had to spend 24 hours in bed hooked up to magnesium before I could go see him, thankfully a nurse took me in my bed to see him before she took me to my room, but I was so doped up I barely remember it. They told me he will likely be in the NICU until February. H and I live an hour and a half away and will be staying down there as much as possible.
He is doing really well right now, he has been taken off the ventilator and is no longer on heart medication or antibiotics. He is eating 10 mls. every three hours and no longer undergoing phototherapy and has gained 3 oz. I may even get to hold him for the first time tomorrow.
Now for my vent, like I said I have a little more to love and while I love myself I do have my issues with it. Well my mom's mom has mentioned my weight to me several times. I usually let it slide off my back.
Well the night I got discharged from the hospital we went to her house with my parents to visit before we went to the hotel. I hadn't eaten dinner yet and had just pumped so I was hungry. So I said to DH "I think that Burger Bar sounds delicious." When I looked at my grandma she was giving me a dirty look. When I asked her what was wrong she looked at me and said, "Are you trying to kill yourself, you need to start losing some weight." I could not believe that. I told her "I'm sorry I just went through a traumatic experience and the last thing I want to talk about is my weight right now." and I walked out.
I just stood in from of her house and cried. Then DH came out a few minutes later and said she just lectured him about my weight too. I had done a really good job of not crying the whole time I was in the hospital and was trying to hold it together but that just broke the camel's back and I couldn't stop.
Never in my life did I think that my grandma would say something like that, it was totally inappropriate and rude and made me feel so horrible. Few times in my life have I ever FELT my dad's anger emanating from inside to outside the house. I don't know what he said to her but my mom said he is still fuming mad days later. My mom was on the porch talking on the phone and missed it all but she wasn't very happy when she found out.
Sorry that was so darn long and I hope to get to know you ladies. I am still not sure if I have totally processed everything that happened over the last week, but I know that I could use the support of other moms who have had similar experiences