|Surrounded by estrogen...
||[Mar. 7th, 2007|09:42 pm]
So my Mrs and I found ourselves pregnant while we were living down under.
Considering our 5 year old took a 3 year battle with infertility docs, we were rather shocked to find ourselves in the family way again without the aid of a battery of professionals.
Then the bottom fell out.
About 6 weeks into prego, my wife's pseudotumor cerebrae started acting up.
(flash back 2 years to a 7 month ordeal when this was initially diagnosed which ultimately resulted in a shunt being surgically inserted into her lumbar region to physically remove the excess spinal fluid. TWICE.)
So shunt has ceased to function, and all regular treatments are moot due to the pregnancy.
(for those of you unfamiliar with this disease, imagine a 3 month migraine and you get close)
So, flash forward to today.
My Mrs. has managed to make it to 32 weeks prego thanks to about 20 spinal taps and a hopper full of drugs. She has been in the hospital for almost a week now. (btw, she HATES hospitals. *see flash back above*)
The docs today finally agreed that this Friday our latest will begin her out-of-womb experience via a cessarian.
Yes, I said her. [hence the title of the post]
So as exciting/frightening as all this sounds, we are collectively looking at major surgery via the abdomen followed most likely by back surgery about 10 days later. Add to this a VERY small baby who will likely be in the N.I.C.U. for 2 weeks.
Are we having fun yet? Booyah!
So if you see my sanity making a beeline for Alpha Centauri, wave.
It is likely just looking for my wife's to keep it company...