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The bane of my existence. (for 224 more days, anyway)

So I just posted about Ollie being a big brother about a minute ago. I felt that needed its very own post, it’s such special news. Because on this one, I’m going to sound like a whiny little baby myself. And, well, since I’m pregnant, I’m going to indulge myself a little.

So what is this “bane of my existence?”


This right here.


This bad-ass piece of medical technology that is going to keep this Li’l Baby Miller from needing to be born 12 weeks early.

Since being diagnosed with a blood clotting disorder after Ollie’s traumatic birth, I’ve known that with any future pregnancies, I’d have to do injections of blood thinners to keep the life support system clot-free, healthy, and working properly. I’d say it with a flippant attitude, truly and honestly grateful that I actually have a diagnosis of some crazy medical anomaly that coincides with Ollie’s early birth. So, so many women spontaneously go into premature labor with no proper diagnosis. Without a diagnosis, there’s no guarantee that any of their future pregnancies will end early, on time, or even last longer than the typical 40 weeks.

Without my diagnosis, I would be terrified of having this child as early, or even earlier than 28 weeks.

I wouldn’t know how to deal with that.

But, BUT! I’m one of the lucky ones! There’s actually a reason why Ollie was evicted from my body so early, and the reason behind his early birth is treatable!

With daily injections of Lovenox, a blood thinner.

I honestly don’t know if I’ve talked before about the reasons behind Ollie’s prematurity, but technically it’s my body’s fault. This clotting disorder, Factor V Leiden, it generally lies dormant until maybe something happens and the diagnosis is made. Often it is undiagnosed because nothing happens.

In my case, clearly something happened.

Because of the pregnancy hormones, FVL can pop up and say hello in different ways. With Ollie, it caused the placenta to become more than 50% clotted. A half-working life-support system does not a healthy environment make, so Ollie stopped growing about 4 to 5 weeks before he was born. A poorly performing placenta doesn’t efficiently generate amniotic fluid and Ollie’s fluid level was so low he was in pretty severe distress. With no place for the extra 25 to 40% more blood volume I was generating, my blood pressure was at dangerously high levels.

So Ollie was delivered early.

With the FVL diagnosed, our goal is to keep this new placenta healthy with blood thinners. Hence the daily injections.

I suppose thinking it out, as I just did, it doesn’t seem so bad. The consequences of not doing it are worse. Many FVL moms experience miscarriages or stillbirths before being diagnosed, and I’m so thankful that I haven’t gone through that heartbreak. And with my blood pressure as high as it was before delivering, the outcome could have been worse for me. Seizures or strokes aren’t uncommon when it’s as high as it was. Scary stuff.

So yeah, I’ll give myself a shot every day.

I pinch an inch on my belly somewhere (at least 2-3 inches away from the belly button, those hurt!), poke the needle in and slo-o-o-o-wly push the plunger. It stings. Oh, sometimes it stings like someone’s pouring hot lava through a straw in my belly, but it goes away after a few minutes. I generally moan and groan in discomfort, carefully place a round band-aid, and go to sleep.

I honestly have a count-down going, and today, right now, I have 224 more shots to go. If I go the full 40 weeks, then 6 weeks postpartum. 224 doesn’t seem too bad, right?

It’s definitely better than, oh, three months in the NICU.

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Posted by on June 28, 2010 in Uncategorized


HE was the one who couldn’t wait for himself to finish gestating properly.

It’s not often you get to post something that you’ve peed on in a family-based blog. But pregnancy tests are just about the only exception one can make.

If you can’t see both lines there, it’s a picture of a pregnancy test.

On a blog.

It’s probably a no-brainer.

Ollie’s gonna be a big brother!



When? People ask me this, and there’s absolutely no way to answer this with a straight face. There’s a few ways to answer, but it always, always is accompanied by a chuckle.

New Li’l Baby Miller is due Christmas Eve.

One full day after our third anniversary.

Two full days before Ollie’s birthday.

Oh, and then there’s a little something called CHRISTMAS in there.


We used to joke about Ollie someday complaining that his birthday is so close to Christmas. We’ve heard that it’s not the most popular thing for kids to have a birthday in December, what with the biggest gift-giving day of the year happening just hours before. But Ollie’s birthday wasn’t our fault. HE was the one who couldn’t wait for himself to finish gestating properly.

This one? Yep. She’ll(?) have a right to complain.

Dang it.

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Posted by on June 28, 2010 in Uncategorized


I realize just how much I was looking forward to this

According to The Experts, most babies sit unassisted for minutes at a time between the ages of 4 to 7 months old. Key words there, “most babies.”

Ollie is  not a “most baby.”

Ollie has finally, finally, FINALLY begun sitting unassisted for minutes at a time, whole chunks of time without the need to sit closely behind him in case he gives up.

He is nearly 18 months old.

I can’t begin to talk about how excited I am of him for getting this.  He has finally bought into the idea that sitting upright can give him a whole new perspective on things, can allow him to play properly with toys, clap his hands and play peek-a-boo! It’s so much better to sit than it is to lay all day!

And now that he’s finally sitting, I realize just how much I was looking forward to this.

I’m finally able to sit in front of Ollie to play together, instead of behind him, holding him up.

I’m finally able to scoot away to get a toy without keeping a hand on him.

We can now sit outside on a blanket, playing with toys and working on other skills…isn’t that the idyllic picture of the stay-at-home-mom?

Sheesh, I’m going to make myself cry here.

When he started sitting unassisted, only about two weeks ago, ideas of things we can do and new revelations started cropping up…

“We can get him a swimming pool!” “We can have more play-dates!” “It’s so much easier to change his shirt now that he’s sitting!”

It’s pretty interesting how much I’m so not taking his ability to sit for granted. He *should* have been doing this almost a year ago. We’ve been working on sitting for nearly a year.

The Experts say that premature babies catch up to their peers by their second birthdays. He’s getting there. This sitting victory is proof that Ollie will come around. He just has to see for himself the benefits of doing it.

And he finally has, because it’s a lot easier to grab for stuff.

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Posted by on June 2, 2010 in Uncategorized