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Praise God!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794297607434659973-3014774269503706315?l=chroniclesofneurotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm just very stressed and worn out. I've been to several doctors who tell me I have chronic fatigue and nerve damage stemming from the seriousness of it. I can't find a solution. I won't give up my time with our daughter. As it is, I only get around 4 hours a day with her before her bedtime. Then I read or find other reasons to stay up--if I don't pass out in the recliner first. Sometimes I just want to die--but baby brings me back. I can't bear to think of being without her. I do often fantasize about running away with her though. Just literally packing the car, cleaning out the bank account and leaving a note behind. I've even researched area's across the country to live; that "dream" of mine is so real......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794297607434659973-4486270370815694009?l=chroniclesofneurotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;Fisher-Price Precious Planet Color Change Shade static cling sun shade that transitions from light to dark in response to sunlight. Shade is clear at night for improved driver visibility. Helps block UV sun rays. 15" x 15" shade. Comes in pack of 2, one for each rear auto window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="url fn" href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3393746" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;Fisher-Price Precious Planet Color Change Shade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b class="summary"&gt;HORRIBLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;By &lt;b&gt;Mommy&lt;/b&gt; from &lt;b&gt;Michigan&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;&lt;abbr class="dtreviewed" style="border: medium none; text-decoration: none;" title="2011322T1200-0800"&gt;3/22/2011&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="prStars prStarsSmall" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://images.powerreviews.com/images_merchants/stars/10141_stars_small.gif&amp;quot;); background-position: 0px -36px; height: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0pt; width: 83px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="rating"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;out of 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cons: &lt;/b&gt;Wears Easily&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Describe Yourself: &lt;/b&gt;First Time Parent&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="description" style="margin-top: 1em;"&gt;I wish I would have reviewed this product online before purchasing from the store. It was easy to apply to the windows but although the box clearly states the color change should last 1-2 YEARS it didn't even last an entire week. We're at the end of a very cloudy winter in Michigan and the color change only happened once. By the second sunny day, they were completely useless. I'm so disappointed that I wasted my time/money on this product. My daughter is miserable with the sun in her face - it offers no protection!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0.5em;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.powerreviews.com/legal/terms_of_use.html" rel="license"&gt;legalese&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794297607434659973-3361394491493292772?l=chroniclesofneurotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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On Thanksgiving, we traveled 2 hours to my in-laws to celebrate the holiday. I didn’t feel quite right, but I brushed it off as being extra tired. I also noticed that my LO wasn’t moving much, but she never did when I was on the move a lot. While I was concerned, I didn't let it show and I somewhat brushed it off as just being extra tired after my own busy day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Back home on Black Friday, we decided to get in a little bargain baby shopping. DH &amp;amp; I headed out for about 2 hours before we went back home where I laid down for around 2.5 – 3 hours to rest. After that, I felt better and wanted to go out again. While we were shopping, (I was taking it very slow) I kept complaining to my DH that the baby was really pushing on me, I had to pee more often than usual and I was extremely tired. I still didn’t think much of it since it was a crazy couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;
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Around 5pm we were back home and I noticed spotting when I used the bathroom. I freaked out! DH told me to eat dinner and rest…. about an hour later, I woke up, used the bathroom again and found red blood. We immediately called the Dr. and she told us to go to the ER. We checked in there about 8 pm.&lt;br /&gt;
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The L&amp;amp;D nurses hooked me up to monitors (after waiting nearly an hour!) and told me I was actually contracting 1 – 2 minutes apart! The nurse was shocked I didn’t recognize labor, but they were fairly mild. After all, I was only in my 7th month and just took my Lamaze class the weekend before! I was given a shot to stop labor and the doctor performed an U/S (saw no sign of distress). By midnight, I was moved to an L&amp;amp;D room to be monitored overnight. At that point, I was given an oral med to stop labor and the nurses told my DH to go home and sleep… even though they were giving me a steroid shot “in case” baby comes. DH left around 1:30 am to let the dogs out and I tried to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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Around 4:30 am, I told the nurse I was still bleeding and contracting, but she didn’t believe me. She pointed to the monitor and said, “No, you’re not!” I asked her to put her hand on my belly. She did, and exclaimed, "You ARE in labor!" then instantly ran out of the room. She came back a few moments later and said, “Doctor wants you prepped for a C-section now, so your hubby better get here soon.” Obviously, I was shocked! &lt;i&gt;I found out later, the monitors were on wrong.&lt;/i&gt; Not only was I contracting (and still bleeding) but the baby’s heart rate had dropped!&lt;br /&gt;
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They immediately started prepping me while giving me oxygen in hopes of "waking the baby up" while someone at the nurses station was trying to call Don – but he wasn’t picking up! Finally, just as I was about to be wheeled into the OR, she said Don was on his way. (He passed out after being awake nearly 24 hours and didn’t hear the phone). All I could think is, "Don't be mad at him for forgetting to bring the camera."&lt;br /&gt;
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The epidural was a horrific experience. I could feel the thread going thru my spine and a second doctor had to be called in. It took nearly 30 minutes of poking before they got it in the right place. On the flip side, if it wouldn’t have taken so long, Don would have missed the delivery. Just as I laid back and they confirmed I was numb, I heard the doctor say, “We’re going to get started.” A second later, DH was standing over me, in scrubs, saying, “I’m here, I’m here… just breathe…. *pause—looks up* She’s here too!” He literally arrived 30 seconds before the baby did! I couldn’t hear G cry at first and I was terrified. As it turns out, she had swallowed a lot of my blood. After several seconds, I could hear a faint cry, but no one would tell me anything and I couldn’t see. I could only hear my doctor call me a “bleeder.”&lt;br /&gt;
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I started shaking horribly after the placenta was delivered and then got sick on the table. They eventually stabilized G and took her to the NICU – &lt;i&gt;I never even got to peek at my precious girl until several hours later when I was being rolled out of recovery into my room.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The doctor needed “extra time” to suction me out from all the blood and despite the epi, I was in a lot of pain. Later, I developed a spinal headache and had a 6” bruise on my back, around the injection site(s).&lt;br /&gt;
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G was in the NICU for 6 days, which the nurses called a “record” for a preemie of 32 weeks (born 7w 1d early ~ due 1/17/10). She improved by leaps and bounds daily and now we joke that the placenta tore away (starting labor) because she grabbed it and pulled, trying to find her way out. She’s healthy, strong, and the best thing that’s ever happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794297607434659973-6682025448872032838?l=chroniclesofneurotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We're doing fine now, just hiding indoors during this wretched winter and counting our blessings that we have such an amazing new addition to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;
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Normally, at the time of the u/s she’s kicking up a storm, but of course the one time you want her too, she was sleeping! The tech was nice enough to work extra hard and give us more prints, but her face is hugging the placenta, so the pictures weren’t all they could be. The technician asked me to lay on my side, facing away from the monitor, but it didn't help get a better view. At least I got to watch Don and mom view the monitor.... Still, it’ll be fun to see what she “really looks like” at birth! Plus, she's no longer breech! Don &amp;amp; mom were pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite face shot: Pouting already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404809487048489954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejW8XA6C2aI/SwG9l7Ivu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/3TT6J3eYtF4/s200/129020822151093750_no+name.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite anatomy shot: She’s got Daddy’s big feet! He’s so excited because he said he saw her wiggle her toes… something he does &lt;strong&gt;constantly&lt;/strong&gt;…lol…. behind that, you can see her fist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404809807285816594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejW8XA6C2aI/SwG94kHRjRI/AAAAAAAAABY/7WeiH5EkeiM/s200/129020822847656250_foot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the first baby shower (11 guests) and I have to tell you, Babies R Us did not update the registry except for ONE small item and several of my guests told me they DID give the clerk my registry info at check out. That was pretty frustrating, but LUCKILY we didn’t get a single repeat gift and nothing we’d need to exchange. We feel very blessed! We happened to get the Travel System, Pack n’ Play &amp;amp; swing, bouncy seat, bath tub, books, and diapers – what a relief! We hadn't picked out a bouncy seat, but Kari was so funny explaining it. She said, "I know you haven't registered for it, but so many of my friends couldn't live without theirs!" Then she went on to explain E-V-E-R-Y feature.... she'll be a doting aunt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another precious moment: Walter drew me a very detailed picture full of trucks. He spoke so long about it, I couldn't attempt to remember it all.... though there was mention of trucks that shoot at you, so he recommended a truck I should buy that will protect me... Anyway, while he's talking, he picked his nose and then stuck it in his mouth. Ewww! Lucky me!! He's such a 4 year old. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t get to see my younger sisters often (not since Feb) so it was great to see first-hand how excited they are to become aunts. :) Some (evil) coworkers teased me horribly about having “only” 11 guests but I was so pleased that I got to spend time with everyone. It was a lot of fun - and after that weekend, I'm exhausted! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794297607434659973-8658440320582759177?l=chroniclesofneurotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Luckily, I only had surgery to remove a 15 lb. tumor - but I lost one ovary. Because of the risk of reaccurant cysts, I was put on BCP immediately, so I never knew if I was ovulating. We got married in '07 and I went of BCP 4 months after the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we TTC right away, I was charting and realized nearly 5 months passed before my period was "normal" again. At 7 months of trying, I talked to my OB who gave me a Rx for Clomid to start the next cycle. A few days later, I got a BFP. That pregnancy ended in a m/c at 13+w.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to have a D&amp;amp;C because my body was not rejecting the fetus. It literally took 78 days before the bleeding stopped. I tried pills to help remove the tissue, but I refused another D&amp;amp;C so I just had to deal with it. I was able to TTC again, 108 days after the D&amp;amp;C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had spotting while on BCP and it continued afterward, getting worse and worse, especially after the D&amp;amp;C. My doc was never concerned, so I did research of my own and tried self-medicating with B6 pills (I had side-effects). I got my next BFP only 3 months after we TTC again, but it ended at only 4w.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor tested my ANA (auto-immune), Progesterone, and PTT levels (blood clot). I had an elevated ANA (Rheumatoid) and he put me on Baby Aspirin (81 mg) daily. He claimed the other levels were "normal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fed up and refused to accept my spotting was for "no reason" so I bought progesterone cream from an Internet site. After two months of using that, baby aspirin, preseed (sperm-friendly lube), OPKs, and charting, I was pregnant again. This time, even with the progesterone I was spotting (red/pink) for nearly two weeks after the BFP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor wrote me a Rx for vaginal progesterone and it stopped immediately. I was taking 200 mg suppositories 2x a day till week 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby is doing well, dispite loosing the twin. My doctor still takes credit for the progesterone. "If I wouldn't have put you on it, that baby might not have been here right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... but my self-medicating with the pro. cream didn't do anything, right? Sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794297607434659973-8751896138394895842?l=chroniclesofneurotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just under the first item, I hide a bright green onesie that said, “Grandma Loves Me”. Not long after she got there, I placed the bag in front of her and she picked up that first item—a pair of pants. She held them up, then threw them back on top of the onesie! She sat down with a thud on the couch and started to complain about work…. I was stunned for a second but then forced the issue. I made her stand up to see the matching jacket. Just when she went to throw it back onto the pile again, she glanced down and saw the onesie. She looked and said, “My Grandma what? What’s that for?” Just then she looked at me and I was just smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She choked out another “What?... You’re…?” and then she started sobbing so hard she almost fell over. Luckily, she made it back to the couch but was balling uncontrollably into the dress jacket I gave her. I pulled it away, saying, “NO… You’ll ruin the jacket!” and I ran to give her a roll of toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued to periodically cry as we continued to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After things calmed down a bit, I text Jimmy a pic of the u/s with the phrase, “Uncle Jim, see you in January 2010”. He text “Congratulations” almost immediately so I called him. He seemed pretty excited—more so when he realized I “got mom off [his] back for a few years.” haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meant it was time to tell Grandma. We hatched a plan that I would call and stall her until mom showed up unexpectedly. We were discussing a TV show (I know Ed from Bachelorette) when mom walked in and made sure I heard her say “hi ma” to Grandma. At that point, Gramma tried putting me on the phone with mom! I knew I had to hurry so I just blurted, “Grandma. I’m pregnant.” [pause] “WHAT!?!?!?! Oh my G-d!” …over and over again. The rest was a blur since I’m not sure if she was talking to me or mom… but I definitely heard, “Well, thank God I’m lying down!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurried to email everyone else. Not long after, Gramma called back to tell me how excited Uncle Dennis was. Then she begged me to let her tell Aunt Angie. She said, “I told Sadie [the cat] but that’s not enough!”  So, of course I told her she could. Her reply? “Good. Now I’ve got to go so I can call her!” Click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tami saw her text when she got home. She called, crying. She said, “I was screaming until I heard the phone ring and I started to cry!” She’s too funny. Almost immediately she said, “Don’t worry. I’ll help your mom with the shower.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, by 9:30pm it was time to relax. In the morning, everyone (but Adam) emailed their congratulations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794297607434659973-482272485226695066?l=chroniclesofneurotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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