Thank you to everyone who has followed our journey so far. We draw so much of strength and positive energy from all of those people who have supported us this past year. :::HUGS::: and thanks to all of you.
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We’ve hit 20,000 views!!!
Thank you to everyone who has followed our journey so far. We draw so much of strength and positive energy from all of those people who have supported us this past year. :::HUGS::: and thanks to all of you.
We’ve hit 20,000 views!!!
Thank you to everyone who has followed our journey so far. We draw so much of strength and positive energy from all of those people who have supported us this past year. :::HUGS::: and thanks to all of you.
What a Difference a Year Makes
Yesterday was 1 full week till Sofia’s first birthday. She woke me up at around 7am by “sharing” her paci with me. Still groggy and half asleep, I opened my eyes to see a big old grin with those two tiny little bottom teeth. She snuggled up close and all I could think was, what a difference a year makes.
A year ago yesterday, Saturday September 23, 2011, I was still sitting in WakeMed hospital. I was probably woken up by someone around some ungodly hour of between 5:30am and 7:30am by either the OB on call to ask questions about how I was doing or by the nurse taking vitals. It’s most likely that by 7am, both had been in to interrupt my sleep. Jonathan was actually sleeping in the hospital on those very comfortable, insert extreme sarcasm here, pull out sleepers. Sofia was 24weeks and 4 days gestation.
We had entered into “viability” early that week on Tuesday. We had a neonatologist come in and speak with us the day after we were admitted and again the day we made it to 24 weeks, to talk to us about viability and resuscitation. We needed to make a decision on whether we wanted hospital officials to intervene post delivery should it happen this early. They rattled off statistics about rates of survival for weeks 24-28 and possible complications of Cerebral Palsy, they dished out even better news if we could make it past 28 weeks and even better if we made to 30 weeks or more.
The information is enough to make your head spin and makes you want to Google every key word you were able to catch. Google is your WORST enemy on bed rest. Don’t Google anything!
They finally gave me 2 doses of steroids and a magnesium treatment as we hit the 24 week mark. The steroids were administered to help her lungs, the magnesium to guard against brain bleeds and reduce the risk of cerebral palsy. Magnesium was an 8 hour treatment with, no food, no water and hours of extreme nausea, fatigue, hot and cold flashes and dizziness. This was a pretty nasty experience overall.
By Saturday, we had some what settled into the hospital experience. We were starting to get used to the routine. Our first goal of making it to the 24 week mark provided some hope, we started to try to keep the next goal of 28 weeks close in our mind. We had made it 9 days. I got to hear my little Sweet Pea’s heartbeat multiple times through the day. I could already tell we had a feisty little one on our hand, she would hide from the nurses and she’s kick at the Doppler. Little did we know how soon we would meet her and how much of that fight she’d really need.
A year is a bigger deal than we give it credit for.
What a Difference a Year Makes
Yesterday was 1 full week till Sofia’s first birthday. She woke me up at around 7am by “sharing” her paci with me. Still groggy and half asleep, I opened my eyes to see a big old grin with those two tiny little bottom teeth. She snuggled up close and all I could think was, what a difference a year makes.
A year ago yesterday, Saturday September 23, 2011, I was still sitting in WakeMed hospital. I was probably woken up by someone around some ungodly hour of between 5:30am and 7:30am by either the OB on call to ask questions about how I was doing or by the nurse taking vitals. It’s most likely that by 7am, both had been in to interrupt my sleep. Jonathan was actually sleeping in the hospital on those very comfortable, insert extreme sarcasm here, pull out sleepers. Sofia was 24weeks and 4 days gestation.
We had entered into “viability” early that week on Tuesday. We had a neonatologist come in and speak with us the day after we were admitted and again the day we made it to 24 weeks, to talk to us about viability and resuscitation. We needed to make a decision on whether we wanted hospital officials to intervene post delivery should it happen this early. They rattled off statistics about rates of survival for weeks 24-28 and possible complications of Cerebral Palsy, they dished out even better news if we could make it past 28 weeks and even better if we made to 30 weeks or more.
The information is enough to make your head spin and makes you want to Google every key word you were able to catch. Google is your WORST enemy on bed rest. Don’t Google anything!
They finally gave me 2 doses of steroids and a magnesium treatment as we hit the 24 week mark. The steroids were administered to help her lungs, the magnesium to guard against brain bleeds and reduce the risk of cerebral palsy. Magnesium was an 8 hour treatment with, no food, no water and hours of extreme nausea, fatigue, hot and cold flashes and dizziness. This was a pretty nasty experience overall.
By Saturday, we had some what settled into the hospital experience. We were starting to get used to the routine. Our first goal of making it to the 24 week mark provided some hope, we started to try to keep the next goal of 28 weeks close in our mind. We had made it 9 days. I got to hear my little Sweet Pea’s heartbeat multiple times through the day. I could already tell we had a feisty little one on our hand, she would hide from the nurses and she’s kick at the Doppler. Little did we know how soon we would meet her and how much of that fight she’d really need.
A year is a bigger deal than we give it credit for.
What a Difference a Year Makes
Yesterday was 1 full week till Sofia’s first birthday. She woke me up at around 7am by “sharing” her paci with me. Still groggy and half asleep, I opened my eyes to see a big old grin with those two tiny little bottom teeth. She snuggled up close and all I could think was, what a difference a year makes.
A year ago yesterday, Saturday September 23, 2011, I was still sitting in WakeMed hospital. I was probably woken up by someone around some ungodly hour of between 5:30am and 7:30am by either the OB on call to ask questions about how I was doing or by the nurse taking vitals. It’s most likely that by 7am, both had been in to interrupt my sleep. Jonathan was actually sleeping in the hospital on those very comfortable, insert extreme sarcasm here, pull out sleepers. Sofia was 24weeks and 4 days gestation.
We had entered into “viability” early that week on Tuesday. We had a neonatologist come in and speak with us the day after we were admitted and again the day we made it to 24 weeks, to talk to us about viability and resuscitation. We needed to make a decision on whether we wanted hospital officials to intervene post delivery should it happen this early. They rattled off statistics about rates of survival for weeks 24-28 and possible complications of Cerebral Palsy, they dished out even better news if we could make it past 28 weeks and even better if we made to 30 weeks or more.
The information is enough to make your head spin and makes you want to Google every key word you were able to catch. Google is your WORST enemy on bed rest. Don’t Google anything!
They finally gave me 2 doses of steroids and a magnesium treatment as we hit the 24 week mark. The steroids were administered to help her lungs, the magnesium to guard against brain bleeds and reduce the risk of cerebral palsy. Magnesium was an 8 hour treatment with, no food, no water and hours of extreme nausea, fatigue, hot and cold flashes and dizziness. This was a pretty nasty experience overall.
By Saturday, we had some what settled into the hospital experience. We were starting to get used to the routine. Our first goal of making it to the 24 week mark provided some hope, we started to try to keep the next goal of 28 weeks close in our mind. We had made it 9 days. I got to hear my little Sweet Pea’s heartbeat multiple times through the day. I could already tell we had a feisty little one on our hand, she would hide from the nurses and she’s kick at the Doppler. Little did we know how soon we would meet her and how much of that fight she’d really need.
A year is a bigger deal than we give it credit for.
Looking Back: First day in the hospital
Sept 16th: Just 1 year ago today I woke up after my first night of bed rest. This was also the day before we were scheduled to move from Raleigh, NC back to be near family in Orlando, FL. The 14th, we went in to the OB to just have one last check to see if everything was ok before we hit the road on our trip. I had just commented to my girlfriends Tessa and Cory the night before the appointment over frozen yogurt, on our last girls night, that I felt the best I had all pregnancy. I hadn’t had much pain in about a week and half, my breathing felt better and I generally felt good. So, on my way out to the appointment Jonathan asked if I wanted him to join. I said only if he wanted, it should be a quick appointment late morning. He asked me if I would be having and ultrasound, I told him yes and he decided that he wanted to be there to see our little Sweet Pea once more before we hit the road.
The morning of the 14th we planned to go to the appointment, grab lunch on the way home and continue packing. During the appointment with the ultrasound tech we just enjoyed the show if watching our little one wiggle all around at 23 weeks and engaged in casual conversation as the ultrasound checked for heartbeat and whatever else they look at like cervical length. That’s when the conversation came to a dead stop and the tech informed us that she was calling the OB in. The OB came in and him and the tech whispered back and forth for what felt like forever. This was about the time that Jonathan and I knew that our plans for the day were not what we originally thought.
Then we were given the news that at 23wks I was already between 1 and 2 cm’s dilated with membranes bulging. The Ob said, “we are in Yikesville”, which must be the professional term for “oh shit, this is bad”, and we were informed that we needed to drive to the hospital immediately.
I’m so thankful looking back that my OB Dr Ashley Rush wanted to be proactive and called me into that appointment. I’m beyond thankful that my husband was with me at the appointment and to drive me to the hospital. There is not telling what could have happened if we had been on the road, at 23weeks pregnant, pre viability and my water broke. We would never have been expecting it.
When you find out you are expecting, you never expect to end up on hospital bed rest. After 12 weeks, the first trimester, it’s the safe zone. How, why is this happening? It was definitely a memory that even a year later is very much a clear scene in my mind. It’s a scene that makes me appreciate every giggle I hear, every milestone she hits and every hug I get from my precious little miracle.
Looking Back: First day in the hospital
Sept 16th: Just 1 year ago today I woke up after my first night of bed rest. This was also the day before we were scheduled to move from Raleigh, NC back to be near family in Orlando, FL. The 14th, we went in to the OB to just have one last check to see if everything was ok before we hit the road on our trip. I had just commented to my girlfriends Tessa and Cory the night before the appointment over frozen yogurt, on our last girls night, that I felt the best I had all pregnancy. I hadn’t had much pain in about a week and half, my breathing felt better and I generally felt good. So, on my way out to the appointment Jonathan asked if I wanted him to join. I said only if he wanted, it should be a quick appointment late morning. He asked me if I would be having and ultrasound, I told him yes and he decided that he wanted to be there to see our little Sweet Pea once more before we hit the road.
The morning of the 14th we planned to go to the appointment, grab lunch on the way home and continue packing. During the appointment with the ultrasound tech we just enjoyed the show if watching our little one wiggle all around at 23 weeks and engaged in casual conversation as the ultrasound checked for heartbeat and whatever else they look at like cervical length. That’s when the conversation came to a dead stop and the tech informed us that she was calling the OB in. The OB came in and him and the tech whispered back and forth for what felt like forever. This was about the time that Jonathan and I knew that our plans for the day were not what we originally thought.
Then we were given the news that at 23wks I was already between 1 and 2 cm’s dilated with membranes bulging. The Ob said, “we are in Yikesville”, which must be the professional term for “oh shit, this is bad”, and we were informed that we needed to drive to the hospital immediately.
I’m so thankful looking back that my OB Dr Ashley Rush wanted to be proactive and called me into that appointment. I’m beyond thankful that my husband was with me at the appointment and to drive me to the hospital. There is not telling what could have happened if we had been on the road, at 23weeks pregnant, pre viability and my water broke. We would never have been expecting it.
When you find out you are expecting, you never expect to end up on hospital bed rest. After 12 weeks, the first trimester, it’s the safe zone. How, why is this happening? It was definitely a memory that even a year later is very much a clear scene in my mind. It’s a scene that makes me appreciate every giggle I hear, every milestone she hits and every hug I get from my precious little miracle.
Looking Back: First day in the hospital
Sept 16th: Just 1 year ago today I woke up after my first night of bed rest. This was also the day before we were scheduled to move from Raleigh, NC back to be near family in Orlando, FL. The 14th, we went in to the OB to just have one last check to see if everything was ok before we hit the road on our trip. I had just commented to my girlfriends Tessa and Cory the night before the appointment over frozen yogurt, on our last girls night, that I felt the best I had all pregnancy. I hadn’t had much pain in about a week and half, my breathing felt better and I generally felt good. So, on my way out to the appointment Jonathan asked if I wanted him to join. I said only if he wanted, it should be a quick appointment late morning. He asked me if I would be having and ultrasound, I told him yes and he decided that he wanted to be there to see our little Sweet Pea once more before we hit the road.
The morning of the 14th we planned to go to the appointment, grab lunch on the way home and continue packing. During the appointment with the ultrasound tech we just enjoyed the show if watching our little one wiggle all around at 23 weeks and engaged in casual conversation as the ultrasound checked for heartbeat and whatever else they look at like cervical length. That’s when the conversation came to a dead stop and the tech informed us that she was calling the OB in. The OB came in and him and the tech whispered back and forth for what felt like forever. This was about the time that Jonathan and I knew that our plans for the day were not what we originally thought.
Then we were given the news that at 23wks I was already between 1 and 2 cm’s dilated with membranes bulging. The Ob said, “we are in Yikesville”, which must be the professional term for “oh shit, this is bad”, and we were informed that we needed to drive to the hospital immediately.
I’m so thankful looking back that my OB Dr Ashley Rush wanted to be proactive and called me into that appointment. I’m beyond thankful that my husband was with me at the appointment and to drive me to the hospital. There is not telling what could have happened if we had been on the road, at 23weeks pregnant, pre viability and my water broke. We would never have been expecting it.
When you find out you are expecting, you never expect to end up on hospital bed rest. After 12 weeks, the first trimester, it’s the safe zone. How, why is this happening? It was definitely a memory that even a year later is very much a clear scene in my mind. It’s a scene that makes me appreciate every giggle I hear, every milestone she hits and every hug I get from my precious little miracle.
Sofia 10 Months: July/August
July 20th: We finally bit the bullet and got a crib for our 10 month old. Most people have this done first but clearly the Farsaci’s are bit out of order on our baby schedule. Sofia is starting to learn to sit up on her own and finding strength to pull up to her knees. The co-sleeper just won’t be a safe place for her for much longer. We decided to set the crib up in our bedroom because our split plan home puts Sofia all the way on the other side of the house. Daddy F and I just aren’t ready for that much distance. Sofia is also still nursing overnight and mornings and the haul to get to her bedroom is a little more than this working Mama wants to try and tackle at this point.
Sofia is a super busy bee and isn’t a big fan of sitting still unless it’s for eating. She is still doing great with solids and is starting to prefer more consistency. This means that the level for choking hazard has gone up during meal time so I can’t help but stare her down during her whole meal to make sure I see any signs of trouble. So far so good, nothing a little self induced cough hasn’t cleared. Although, it still makes your heart skip a beat to see them struggle even in the slightest.
The spit ups and reflux are still giving us quite a bit of trouble but we are hoping as she gets bigger and stronger we will start to out grown this. At this point it seems to be more of a laundry problem than a medical issue.
Late July and early August are birthday season for our family. July 21st:Sofia had a blast at her cousin Mia’s 7th birthday party! August 6th: We celebrated with Glama and got a taste of frosting…naughty, Glama!!! August 12: Cuma B her aunt and Godmother had her birthday too! This little girlie is a party animal.
Other Memorable dates in late July and early August:
August 8: Sofia discovers the joys of mani/pedi.
August 11: We help Glama campaign for School board. It was super hot but lots of fun.
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| Practicing the wave |
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| Daddy was a natural, he got the most honks and wave |
August 12: Sofia says Dada clearly for the first time!!!!
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| Baby to work day! |
