well darn, i really owe you people a blog post but i feel like i just don’t have much to blog about. i feel the itch, like i need to blog, but nothing is popping into my head. i want to change this blog, i want to blog more often and i want to be funny but it’s like i have writer’s block or something. i want to entertain my readers with daily amusing posts and i swear, in real life people, i AM funny.
this blog has been amazing for me. i started it when my husband and i were dealing with infertility (hence the name, infertile myrtle). before i started it i felt all alone, like no one knew what i was going through and the support i found here was amazing. many of the people who were going through what i was have welcomed their coveted children into the world but some haven’t and my heart truly aches for those of you who haven’t. i KNOW how you feel. i was a complete wreck when i was going through infertility, it actually changed who i was, i was so depressed all the time. it’s so hard to constantly have your hope trampled on month after month.
i am considering having another baby. CONSIDERING it. as in, i haven’t even really discussed it with my husband. i’m not sure how he’s going to feel about it. the thing is, my pregnany was great until about 7 1/2 moths in, that’s when i got the kidney stone. i was in the hospital on a diluadid drip for an entire week waiting for it to pass. it didn’t. so i had to have surgery and have a stent placed, which held my urteter open so that the pee could get through, that way it wouldn’t back up which would rupture my kidney and probably kill me. after i got out of the hospital i was miserable. at all times i could feel the stent. it caused so much pain and discomfort that i couldn’t even work. all i could do was lay on the couch and cry about how miserable i was. i begged the doctor for pain meds and eventually i was on fentanyl patches, two 10/325 norco (kind of like vicodin) every six hours and b&o (belladonna and opium) suppositories (for bladder spasms). i don’t think the pain meds actually helped because what i was feeling was extreme discomfort, not pain, so even though i willed myself to BELIEVE that they helped, they didn’t.
in addition to the discomfort i was having due to the stent, all the pain meds i was taking started having a pretty epic pooping, or lack thereof, side effect. i was backed up people. like REALLY backed up. on christmas we went to my dad’s house and my step-mom, linda, had made one of my favorite dishes. it’s called disappearing chicken and it is soooooo good. it’s a dip of sorts that she puts some combination of cheese, chicken and jalapenos in. jalapenos. let me tell you something, if you are having problems going to the bathroom, eating any sort of spicy food is NOT a good idea. the next day i was on the toilet crying because i was in so much pain. i had hemorrhoids and the jalapenos? they didn’t feel ver good on the way out. i’m sorry, i know this is probably tmi for some people and i’m sorry, i’m just rying to make a point about why having another baby is such a difficult decision for us. anyway, this is how the last couple moths of my pregnancy was spent. i slept on the couch, i sat on the couch, i computed on the couch, i did everything on the couch. i LIVED on that couch.

here i am, on the couch, very pregnant, with all the supplies that were required to sustain me

and here i am with my dog annabel, who was my faithful companion through it all.
so, the point is, most of my pregnancy was a dream, i didn’t have any morning sickness, the only thing that sucked was i had to pee a LOT. then, for the last two months, it was a total nightmare.
as most of you know, my husband travels for work. a lot. like he’s gone every week. during this time he couldn’t travel, he had to make it work working from his home office, which was difficult for him. there were a few times where he absolutely HAD to do an overnight, one of those time he had his other daughter so i had to take care of her while he was gone, haha, who am i kidding, she took care of ME.
wow, this is turning into a super long post, if anyone made it this far, thanks for reading.
so, i THOUGHT i was living in pure hell. louise was due on february 17, 2010 and at the end of january my ob and i started talking about the possibility of inducing because i just couldn’t take it anymore, i was miserable and not just in a “i’m at the end of my pregnancy” kind of way, more like in a “i’m being physically tortured” kind of way. literally, it was like torture. so, one thursday afternoon i went to the hospital to have an amnio to determine if louise’s lungs were fully developed so they could go ahead and induce. can we talk about having a needle stuck into your big pregnant belly for a minute?? it’s pretty awful. know what else is awful? when your baby moves her arm so they have to take the needle out and re-insert it so they don’t stick the baby. two pokes later i was done. in the whole scheme of things, the amnio was uncomfortable but not nearly as bad as i thought it was going to be. we got the results the next day, louise’s lungs were ready and i THINK they had me scheduled to come in the following monday for induction, some of the details are a bit foggy. anyway, it never happened because that saturday around midnight, maybe a little earlier, my water broke. it wasn’t like i pictured it to be. in the movies it all comes gushing out at once and i felt more like i was peeing my pants every couple of minutes, so, since that’s what i thought was happening, i googled it. carl and i decided that maybe it was a slow leak, it felt like i was peeing my pants in that something warm was coming out every couple of minutes, but it didn’t FEEL like i was peeing, you know? we decided it was time and we hopped in the car to head to the hospital, which is right about the time my contractions started and then we knew, this is it.
i had a really hard labor, there are parts i remember and parts that i don’t. my water had a slow leak so every few minutes a little would come out. i remember laying in the bad curled up in a ball crying because the contractions hurt so bad. i was in my own little labor world. after a couple of hours they asked me if i wanted something for the pain, i was like, um, YEAH! i don’t know what they gave me, but it was awful. it didn’t help with the pain and it made me feel like what i imagine tripping on acid would feel like so when they asked if i wanted more i said no THANK-YOU. who wants to trip on acid while they are in labor? not me thank-you very much. after six hours of labor i was only dilated two or three cm but i was in so much pain that we started talking about an epidural. anesthesia was called and the epidural was placed. the relief i felt was indescribable, before i thought, there is no way i’m going to be able to do this, after the epidural i smiled and said, i can TOTALLY do this! so,that lasted for about 1/2 an hour and then it stopped working. actually, i should say, half of it stopped working, half my body was numb the other half was not, but not like bottom and top half, left and right half, it was such a disappointment. so, i just laid there miserable for a while.
then louise’s heart rate started dropping, my thought was, thank-god, they are going to do a c-section and get this over with, nope! they decided since all my amniotic fluid was gone at this point, that it might be the reason the baby was in distress, they decided to start pumping water in, so they put a catheter in my cervix and pumped away. this meant that i was sitting in a puddle of water for the rest of my labor, it was pretty awesome (not). after about twenty-two hours, again, i had the thought, it’s been almost twenty-four hours and it’s not safe to be in labor after that, surely they’ll do a c-section now but the midwife informed me that they were totally fine with me being in labor longer than that (i was 6cm) at which point i informed them that i was not okay with it. i told them i couldn’t do it anymore and the doctor was called in to perform my c-section. once that was decided things moved pretty quickly. i remember being wheeled down the hallway but the surgery itself is kind of fuzzy.

god, the length of this is really getting ridiculous, i guess i really needed to talk about it. so, carl joined me in the operating room.
and surgery commenced (warning: graphic pictures)

and one january 31, 2010 at 10:35pm, out came a six pound ten ounce baby girl named louise christine ylinen.

i got to see her for a minute before they whisked her away to clean her up and so they could close me up, after that, the shit really started to hit the fan. my surgery went well and since i had been on so many pain killers prior to giving birth and therefore likely had a high tolerance they decide they were going to keep my epidural in for another twenty-four hours, but guess what? they didn’t. guess what else? they were right about my tolerance. i laid in the recovery room for hours vomiting and writhing in pain. it was the worst pain of my life and nothing they gave me made it better. if you can imagine having surgery and then having nothing for pain, that’s what it was like. it was so bad that i didn’t see louise again until the next morning. recovery after that was rough but i don’t think anything will ever compare to the ten-ish hours after louise’s birth. i never want to experience pain like that again. if i ever thought i might have elective plastic surgery later on in life my mind was changed then.





this is an awful picture of me, but this is what i looked like after all of that and i wanted to show it.
from there, things were ok, recovery was hard, i thought i wanted to breatfeed but after all of that, i just couldn’t do it. i thought i would surely die if i experienced anymore pain. i tried to do it a few times and it was extremely painful. this is when i decided louise would be formula fed and to this day i am ok with that decision. i would have preferred for her to be breast-fed but it just didn’t work in our situation. i vividly remember when my milk came in. it was a thurday, four days after louise was born and i sat on the couch and cried for a whole day because it hurt so bad. at this point louise had been on formula pretty much since she was born and we decided that’s what we were going to stick with. after a couple of days, the milk dried up and my boobs went back to normal.
the first few months of louise’s life were pretty good, i was in quite a daze as most new moms are. i had a LOT of help and support from my husband, my mom came and stayed with us for a couple of weeks, while she was here we moved into the house we had just purchased, our first house, and then the postpartum depression set it and i have been battling it ever since. i had planned on touching a little more on the postpartum, but it seems this post has already gotten out of control! i am taking medication and i’ve tried a couple different counselors and realized that counseling really doesn’t work for me. i’m okay with that. i think it can work for other people, i think it can do a world of good for some actually, i just don’t happen to be one of those people.
having children with a spouse who travels is really hard and it’s been really hard, so after all of this, can you see why i am struggling with the idea of possibly having another baby? and i didn’t even go into what it took for us to get pregnant in the first place, that’s a whole ‘nother ten page story, which some of you already know. it’s all chronicled here in my blog if you are interested though
wow, i really had some stuff i needed to get out! so, what do you think of the idea of us having another baby?
i almost forgot to mention, i am not including the infertility specialist in any plans for baby number two. when i had my last laparoscopy my endometriosis was stage I or less. i do plan to see my ob and possibly do a few monitored clomid cycles, but that will be shot lived as the last time it thinned out the lining of my uterus, so, if we want to have another baby there is going to have to be some sort of miracle or something.