Happy and Merry New Year!

Oh my goodness did we ever have a blessed new years eve party at my moms and dads. The wonderful night was supposed to as planned but as Murphy's law will have it it was not! I was getting ready to go to my parents for a lovely dinner and afterwards go on a ride-along with Kevin while my mom and dad and granny had a party for all the children.

It all began when I fell on my driveway and hit the ice like a ton of bricks. I lay there for a while because the ice actually felt pretty good under my bruised and injured body. Then the fear set in that I hit my belly where the baby is. Kevin got mad at me because I would not get up, but I did not want to get up because I knew I would fall right down again, hence Murphy's law. So big strong arming Kevin grabbed me under the arms and lifted me up as though I was light as a feather...Then the limping and cramping began. I got into my bed after changing out of my wet clothes and lay there, and worry, and lay there and think. About an hour later the cramping stopped and I thought all was well. I got up to play games with the family. I still was feeling weird and not well. Anyways the next day (New Years Eve) I had a lot to do for Ku'uipo's baptism so I bucked up and off we went. The cramping returned within an hour and I decided that I needed to get home and rest. I lay in bed for a bit and yet I never felt good. I started to think about how weird this pregnancy is I mean: I am still throwing up at nearly 18 weeks and that NEVER happens, I am still in all my pre-pregnancy clothes, Even jeans I have not fit in for a year (thanks to lovely nursing school), and most of all I am not feeling the baby move at all! This is my biggest worry. By now it is 4:30 and I have to be at my moms at 5 and still go to the store. I get up to go and realize I am bleeding and cramping and now I am crying.
I call my mom and Kev and the doc. All who say I must go to the ER. I am afraid to go because I do not want to find out bad news. but the doc says the fall could have caused this or the high dose of blood thinner that I am on and she wants me to be sure that the baby is alive. That is when the tears and the hyperventilating sets in. My dear dad comes to pick me and all the kids up and drop me off at the ER..(the hospital I work at). Kevin is working and in uniform, but he meets me there and "escorts" me inside. I have been crying and have the nice black stained tear stained mascara face. No words are said just sympathetic glances exchanged. The triage nurse takes my vitals while Kevin stands behind me. Believe it or not there is some humor here in this story......
After I am checked the nurse takes me back to a room with a glass view and doors that shut behind them. On the way there I see several fellow employees who look at me and then look at Kevin who is walking behind me. I think to myself that there is a weird vibe but maybe they feel sad for me because of my tear stained face. Anyways, the nurse tells me to change in the gown and leaves the room. Then Kevin tells me--"They put you in the psych unit room. That door right there is locked from the outside, you cannot get out unless they let you out." I think that is strange, but maybe they are full.

The nurse tries to use the dopple to find the heartbeat but cannot. The crying begins again! I am scared. I am quickly taken to ultrasound and it is there that she finds the baby and the heartbeat. ALL IS WELL WITH THE BABE. I do however get some unsettling news about my placenta. It is anterior, or in the front of my belly. This could be why I do not feel the baby growing, and also why I am not growing as quickly as normal, however I will find out on Friday if because of the placenta placement I may need to have hysterectomy with the delivery. Kevin says if that is the case then it is God's way of telling me I am done. I would rather God make the decision than any doctor in the world. So I will know how severe and serious this issue is later, but for now the BABE is FINE!!!

Once the ultrasound is done I am taken back to my room, some blood drawn and I tell the nurse I have a party to go to and I am leaving. She is good with that but has some funny news. She tells me that all the nurses and techs and even some doctors want to know what is going on with her patient in 12--That is me in 12. She said they all thought that I was escorted in by Kevin the OFFICER due to some mentally violent or disabling situation, and I was put into a psych room. They are all interested in why I am a psych patient and yet a fellow nurse. HOW EMBARRASSING! Kevin said he figured that but did not tell me because he knew how stressed out I was about the baby so decided to be quiet. I laughed and told her she had all my permission to tell every person out there that I am not a psych mental patient and that I was there for a pregnancy reason. She laughed and said she would. Now I wonder do I ever dare to go to work again.. I just may be known as the mental psych nurse----Watch out for her!

Next, the doc comes in and tells me I have strict orders of things that I cannot do for the next 3 days, which I hate because I have the baptism to get ready for but the babe is more important than a clean house......I guess!!

Once at my moms there is a lovely dinner of prime rib and all other sorts. After eating poor Ke'lao decides he is ill and vomits in his hand. He is trying with desperate eyes to know where to finish the vomit he started, as soon as I tell him it is OK he spews it all over the carpet--Nana's old yucky purple carpet so that was good. While my dad is cleaning it up the whiff I get causes me to gag and run to the bathroom. Once I am under control he is bathed and changed. Then he vomits again and again and again. It was so sad he was so sick. He was brave though and tried to have fun.

Ku'uipo has had this groin pain that flared up so bad at my moms that she could not walk and was in extreme pain. So she was on one side of me and Keo on the other. It was one lovely new years.

I do hope that last night is not a future reference for the 2009 to come. However, today everyone is doing much better and I just have to say that I love my family so much. I am so thankful for my blessings and the gospel. I have a very supportive and loving family. I am happy to be here and hope the year to come is filled with more happy memories and humorous times! Love you all!!!!