Peter’s First Trip Around the Sun

A few weeks ago we celebrated Peter’s 1st birthday. It’s incredible to me how quickly this year has flown by. Peter is growing like a weed. He weighs just over 21 pounds (for reference his nearly 3 year old sister weighs 24 pounds! – but she’s a peanut!) and is thriving.

He’s super chill – enduring a daily onslaught of over enthusiastic hugs, kisses and squeezes from Nora. She goes ape sh*t every single time she sees him. Poor guy. I keep telling Nora that he’ll outweigh her before long and he’ll exact his revenge 🙂 But when does reasoning with a toddler ever work?! So she’ll have to learn that lesson the hard way…

Milestone-wise, Peter is a different kid than Nora, and that’s fine. He’s taking his time to find his words and motivate himself to walk. Our pediatrician assures us he’s just perfect and a “boy”. I guess that translates to a bit slower to hit milestones?

Overall, my boy is so happy and smiley. He can keep a giggly game of peek-a-boo going for 15 minutes. And I’m always happy to oblige. There’s no sound on the planet as wonderful as a baby belly laugh.

Below are pics from Peter’s special day. Thank you to all of our friends and family who came out. Especially to Dr. Katz and the Conklyn’s. We felt very honored and humbled to have Dr. Katz celebrate the child whose life he saved. If it weren’t for him, we would not have Peter in our family. I thought that’s unbearable to me.

And to the Conklyn’s – who knew last summer as Katie and I lay in hospital rooms next door to one another going through the same medical experience – what a life long bond would be formed. We can’t wait to continue to watch your miracle boys grow up!

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Happy Birthday!

We welcome with so much love and joy, Peter Vikram Sieminski

Born at 10:25pm on September 19, 2016

Weighing in at 6lbs 14ozs and 18 inches long

We’re so proud of our 36-weeker. He didn’t have to go to the NICU and is happy and healthy in the well baby nursery. So many blessings!

Nora is coming to the hospital later today to meet her brother 🙂 Here we go………

Day 80 Update

I’ve been on bed rest for 80 days and I’m 33 and 5 today! This is the 4th calendar month I’ve been on bed rest for – crazy.

This week’s appointment went well. Baby and cerclage both look good.

On Saturday I flip to 34 weeks – a day I never thought we’d see. I’m starting to believe we may actually weather this storm.

Upcoming milestones:

Ring in September – That’s today! Milestone met 🙂
Dr. Yee OB appt – Sept. 2nd
Flip to 34 weeks – Sept. 3rd
Prenatal massage – Sept. 5th
Below Deck season premiere – Sept. 6th
Flip to 35 weeks – Sept. 10th
Dr. Katz MFM appt – Sept. 12th

 

And on the 53rd Day…

I went home.

After 7 1/2 weeks on hospital bedrest, I’m heading home. BBS is still safe ‘n sound in utero. So my doctors are letting me take this party back to my own bed. I’ll still be on strict bed rest at home, but at least I’ll be home.

I’m so happy that I’ll get to see Nora on a daily basis. She only came to visit me on the weekends because I felt it was important for her to maintain her routine and have stability during the week. I wanted her to go to the park and run around outside everyday, not come to the hospital and sit couped up in my room. The upside to all this craziness is that Paul and Nora have enjoyed an incredibly special two months together. Their bond has been cemented and then covered with tar for good measure! And, extra little bonus, Paul can now do a mean ponytail 😉

But truly, not seeing Nora regularly was the absolute hardest thing  for me to deal with. I had to emotionally shut down during the week in order to cope with her absence. Thankfully BBS is an extremely active kiddo. So his kicks, punches and rolls served as a reminder of WHY I’m sacrificing. His life and health far outweigh my own ache and long for Nora.

Whenever I feel down about this process, I force myself to refocus by recalling how far I’ve come. When I was first admitted, my doctors fully prepared Paul and I to lose BBS. Upon admission, Dr. Katz gave me three choices (1) do nothing and allow my body to finish delivering BBS and he would pass away, (2) take medicine to purposefully end the pregnancy and try to get pregnant again at a later date or (3) do everything medically possible to save BBS knowing there are zero guarantees. I was alone at the hospital when given these choices because Paul and Nora were still making their way up. For me, the conversation was surreal but not scary. I think I may have even laughed at the first 2 choices (perhaps a nervous habit? or maybe a sign of how naive I was about how bad my situation was?). Number 3 is what I chose on June 14th and I continue to choose today. No brainer.

Perhaps one day I’ll blog about the insanely tough conversations we’ve had with the neonatologists and about the stats of my ever shortening, basically non-existent cervix. But not today. Today I focus on the next stage of the fight. I’m not to the finish line yet.

I have very mixed emotions about leaving. Mentally, I like knowing that the doctors and nurses can spring into action within seconds should anything go down. But I have to remind myself that I’ve been super vigilant thus far and I’ll continue to be equally, if not more so, at home. Emotionally, I lose a bit of confidence every time someone says something like “What?!! You’re going home? Are you sure that’s a good idea? Whose decision was it? Well, don’t overdo it at home.”

Ummm, thanks for basically saying you have zero confidence in me. It’s insulting and undermining. I’m the one who has fought every second of every day for the past 53 days to keep my child alive and safe. I’m the one who lays in bed all day long. I have constant heartburn because I eat my meals laying down. I have the beginning of bed soars on my thighs because I lay all day. I worry every.single.time I get up to go to the bathroom. Trust me, it’s me who knows more than you what’s at stake here. I realize that you say these things out of concern, but you’re effectively saddling me with your own fears. Please stop putting me in the position of comforting and reassuring you.

The reality is that I will go into labor one day. Whether that happens tonight (on the very night I arrive home) or one month from now is irrelevant because it won’t be my fault. It won’t be because I walked to the bathroom in my home instead of festering in the hospital and walking to the bathroom there. It won’t be because Nora jumped onto the bed to read a book or snuggle with me (newsflash she does all of that when she visits the hospital). It won’t be because I walked into the kitchen to get a water refill. It won’t be because I did or didn’t do anything.

Next steps/milestones: Tomorrow I’ll hit 30 weeks which is a HUGE accomplishment and something I plan to celebrate with Paul, Nora, Maisey and BBS. I’ll have an ultrasound Wednesday the 10th. They’ll measure the baby and check the cerclage. Dr. Katz will look at the results and determine if I can stay at home or if I need to come back in.

Sorry I went so deep with this post, apparently I had a lot of pent up emotion…

Final spin on the monitors before being discharged 

 

Love my Husband!

Paul just posted about our stay at CPMC. You can read his hilarious take on cancer and hospitals on his blog.

It’s OK to be jealous that I’m married to him after you read it. He’s a funny guy — and I’m a lucky girl!

I couldn’t resist including some pics in this post. These are from a few years ago when we were back home in Buffalo for Beth’s wedding. They capture Paul at his best (be sure to read the captions!)…