When Life throws you Lemons

When Life throws you Lemons make Lemonade, right?
Well we have gallons if anyone wants some. (FYI) This is not a complaint post, This is simply an easier way to update all of you since I have so many phone calls I still need to return. As most of you have heard or read by now our Precious little miracle is finally here. We Love her so much and she is just so darn cute. Things started out a bit bumpy, but I think we are finally past all the hurdles. First due to my long labor and long pushing, the Doctor believes I fractured my tailbone. Not very comfy, and my recovery time in general is not going too quickly. Anyways the hospital experience was wonderful and we loved getting to know Kaedyn even better for those first few days. Then it was time to finally head home which we did on Sunday January 27th around 8:30 pm, (I know it was a late time to be discharged), mainly because our sweet little one still had not "Pooped" and she was getting more Jaundice. When we left the hospital it was freezing and snowing, "Welcome to Cleveland" Kaedyn. When we got home I had the baby and Brent had the videocamera, we were so excited to catch the very fun moments of bringing our baby girl home for the first time. And much to our suprise we open the door to our home, and all we hear is this huge gushing of water coming from the basement. So I think our welcome home video consists of us trying to get in the house as quick as possible because it was freezing, and then walking in the door for about 2 seconds, then you hear us say "What the heck" and Brent takes off down the basement stairs. It ends up even though we left the heat on while in the hospital, a pipe in the basement still managed to freeze and crack in the basement. "Welcome Home Powell Family, Welcome Home" I guess we did get rather lucky though because it was a pipe that was right over the drain, so all the water went down the drain & the basement didn't flood. The first week of Kaedyns life consisted of Doctors app. for Blood work to check her bilirubin levels because she still wasn't able to poop yet. Bloodwork on a new little babe is soooo sad. I consider myself to be a pretty tough woman, but after watching them stick her left arm, then right arm, and each heel several times, I cound't take it. And I made Brent be the brave one and stay with her. So after her first app in the lab, she left with band-aids everywhere. Hello Kitty on the left arm, Barbie on the right arm etc.. Finally by Thursday morning almost a week after she was born we are sitting there admiring our perfect little creation, and we hear a huge explosion come from our tiny little babe. This was music to our ears. At that moment we felt so proud, that was one messy diaper but we were both so excited to change it. Yea life as a family was finally looking up, or so we thought. Then on Sunday Feb 3rd, I started feeling horrible. My tailbone, back and abdomen were killing me, my legs kept cramping, I had a fever, sore throat & a terrible cough, which doesn't feel great with a broken tailbone. By Monday morning things were getting worse. Brent tells me he thinks I look like death, and he feels horrible leaving me that morning all alone with the baby, but he could only take 1 week off from his residency, and he had to go back that day. All I wanted to do was cry cause I was all alone, and had no idea how I would take care of the baby and myself when I felt so horrible. As the day went on my body got sicker and sicker. Brent got a hold of my Doctor, and by noon on Monday we were at the hospital. Monday evening I was admitted to the hospital and there I stayed until late Thursday evening. Once at the hospital things got worse my temperature was up to 106 and wouldn't break, I kept choughing & choking & couldn't take a full breath. Monday and Tuesday are pretty much a blur, all I remember is just laying in my hospital bed staring at the wall,my mind felt numb & I felt like such a bad mommy cause I couldn't take care of my new little baby. Brent instantly became Mr. Mom for the week. The hospital did give us a family room and a crib so we could all stay together at the hospital. Brent and Kaedyn would stay with me all day during the day and then go home at night. Doctors didn't know what was going on with my body, they did chest x-rays for Phenomia, ultrasounds on my uterus, and pumped me full of IV fluids and antibiotics. It ends up I probably had the worst case of the flu "Ever" a bad infection in my chest, and a uterine infection due to some residual tissue from the delivery. By Thursday evening I was sick of hospitals and ready to go home, with antibiotics, cough medicine, heat pads, and pain killers (for the really achy tailbone now). I finally got discharged around 10:30 pm, I don't know why they always discharge me so late. At that point I didn't care I just wanted to be home. So to imagine how I was feeling basically I feel like I got run over by a semi truck (surviving a long hard labor), and was on my way in regards to recovery and then I got run over by that semi - truck again. ( Hence getting put back in the hospital.) and trying to get better... Alright I think that sums up the drama of our lives over the past few weeks. Baby Kaedyn is still doing great, and I am getting better day by day. I'm still on medicine but the horrible flu syptoms and chough are almost gone. My uterus and tailbone are still really ouchy, but I know my body just needs more time to heal. Target and Joanns are calling my name, it's been more than a month since I have been out. It's hard taking it easy, but it's Doctors orders, and he says that's the only way I will get better. With our track record I'm too nervous to leave my house quite yet, cause who knows I may just slip on a patch of ice.. Just Kidding...

Kaedyn & her many Band-Aids


"Ouchy" some of her many needle pricks, or shall I say slices (soo sad)
What talent, (she takes after her Daddy)