Okay, I'm in

I have decided to join in all the blogging fun that I have been pressed up against the glass peering in at. The funny thing is I said I would never do it and now I don't know why I said that.

SO here I am.

My little Presley is 2.5 already. How did it happen? Where has the time gone? I just really don't know. She was a wish and a prayer. She was pills, shots, and charts. Now here she is, my little snuggler that surprises me everyday!!!

Here is some background to bring it up to date. I had a really hard time getting pregnant. I lost 3 little angels. 2 of them are boys and 1 is unknown. There has been some talk between my dr and I about participating in a study to see if my body rejects boys but I am not sure I really want to know if my body attacked my sons. I took drugs to get pg and even with the drugs Mark and I were married (almost to the day) 5 years before Presley joined in the fun. She was a stinker from the get go. I went into labor at 30 weeks but with Terbutaline and bedrest she stuck in there for a little bit. Around 35 weeks my liver was shutting down and my blood pressure was so high that the dr couldn't believe I did not have a stroke. So on July 11th (several days before my already scheduled early delivery) Presley was born via emergency c-section. I will say that if you are gonna have a baby emergency c-section is a way to really cut the process short. LOL!! Just kidding I am not recommending it. But I will say that I didn't have time to get worked up before she arrived. It was about 6 hours until I got to hold my little one because, like I said, she does things her own way. I was determined to breastfeed. Presley was determined not to. I pumped all of her meals until she agreed to go for the boobie. It truly SUCKED! She was over a month old before she would actually breastfeed. That was a month of crying and frustration for both of us. I had some good support and the LC's at Centennial kept reminding me that when she got closer to her true due date she would learn. It was almost to the day that she finally learned. It's a good thing I am that stubborn because later breastfeeding became a must. When Presley was 2 months old I woke up in the middle of the night to see her flailing her ams. Her eyes were open, her mouth was open, but no sound was coming out. I yelled at Mark and started pounding on her back. She started crying (and more importantly breathing). We had to take her to Vanderbilt for an upper GI. The upper GI showed that she has pretty bad reflux. Presley started on Zantac. The reflux didn't get better and she has really bad exzema. Friends and research led me to the elimination diet. I took out all allergen foods (almost every food on the face of the earth UGH!) and started adding back groups one at a time. When it was all said and done I couldn't have milk, eggs, or soy while breastfeeding. Presley was allergic. I gotta tell you that was so hard!!! I live for pizza, cheeseburgers, tacos, just about everything you shouldn't eat and I didn't get to eat any of it from the time Presley was a little over 2 months until she weaned at 18 months. When Presley was a year she went for her first allergist appointment. It showed that she was allergic to milk, both parts of the egg, and peanuts. From trial and error we added tomoatoes, cranberries, and something else to the list but I can't remember. She was drinking soy milk when she weaned but I learned that with me having PCOS (another post to come) she shouldn't have it so we went to rice milk and added flaxseed oil to her oatmeal everyday for fat. At 2 years old she was able to start drinking real milk. YEAH!!

Okay that's all for now. It's gonna take a while to bring this up to date and I really want to. Not sure why, just want to.