Alle Rene

If you have been following my blog you know my story. If not, here is the short version: At 17 weeks pregnant with my son, I was a pedestrian struck by a car. This lead to placental abruption and major hemorrhaging so I was forced to stay in the hospital for almost 3 months to keep me and my unborn baby safe. Needless to say, it was absolute hell. But I survived it with a smile on my face most of the time and in this post I'll explain how. Hopefully these tips and tools will help you as much as they did me. Read Some Books Thankfully we live in the era of e-everything. I downloaded a few e-books to read and I also had friends and family bring me books as I read the ones I had. If you have anyone bring you books, I recommend being very specific about the types of books you like to read. I had a few brought to me that were just paper weights because I'm not interested in certain types of reading. This tied up a decent amount of time and kept my mind wondering. It ...

As the weeks built up to our induction day I grew bigger in the hospital and my anxiety got worse. My delivery experience with my daughter was hell and I kept thinking history would surely repeat itself. After all, I had spent months in the hospital and I felt as though my pregnancy was a disaster anyway. Why wouldn't it have been? I clung onto every little sign that labor was going to just spontaneously start on its own. The whole reason I was there was because bleeding supposedly meant I had a high risk of delivering early. Hospitalized, strict bed rest was supposed to keep me from going into labor. So every little detail was a new sign for me to cling onto. I was absolutely terrified of being induced and had heard horror stories about Pitocin. Most women I knew that had ever been induced with Pitocin said it made their contractions awfully painful among other scary things like losing the baby's heartrate and increased blood pressure. I lost my mucus plug and thoug...

I spent a grueling 8 days in the hospital. I begged the doctor to send me home. All I could think was, "My daughter is leaving to be with her dad for the summer in a matter of weeks and I'm not getting any time with her!" My heart was full of guilt and my mind was frustrated with trying to determine a way to go home. The bleeding had stopped! What was the issue? I can sit at home and do nothing and at least be with my family and not alone! Finally on day 8, against my boyfriend's wishes, my doctor said "I'll let you go home; but, you will be back. I don't know how long it will take you to come back but you will bleed again. You can do everything perfectly right and you will still be back." I accepted that ominous premonition. I didn't care! At least I would get some time at home with my family and my daughter before she left for the summer. While I was in the hospital my boyfriend had hired movers and got us all moved into our new home. I ...

Fast forward another 3 weeks. We were finally planning to move out of our mold infested home into a new beautiful home. We were excited to be putting that chapter behind us. My boyfriend had been packing up boxes here and there and had plans to spend this weekend packing all the big stuff so that we could move the first weekend of May. He didn't want me doing much work at all out of fear of me bleeding again. I however, wasn't concerned with that at all. It was one isolated episode and the doctor wasn't worried so I was carrying on as though this was a smooth, easy and healthy pregnancy. No reason I can't pack a few boxes. I didn't plan on moving them but I figured two people were better than one at packing up such a big house. We had the master plan down and felt great about it. I also, was supposed to be studying for semester finals at this point as they were two weeks away. Then my boyfriend got the call. I could tell by the look in his face, this was a bad ...

Fast forward 5 weeks to 23 weeks pregnant. I was healing up great. My arm was finally out of a sling. We purchased a new mattress in hopes that it would help alleviate some of my lower back pain from the accident. Life was just getting back to normal. My boyfriend and I were looking for a new house to get out of a horrible land lord situation and an abundance of black mold coupled with constant harassment. My school semester was winding down so things were getting stressful. I had lots of large assignments to complete as well as exams to study for. I was still catching up from the week or so I took out of school after the accident. Walking on campus was still a bit terrifying to me. Cars kept whizzing by at high speeds and most of the time they don't even stop for the pedestrian crossing lights. I tried to cross where the lights are because I felt a little safer after being struck in a four way intersection with no lights. I didn't trust a driver to tell me it was okay to cr...

So I'm playing catch up as this occurred quite some time ago. February 23, 2018: I left work to head to my lunch time college courses at an anonymous campus. It was yucky outside. Foggy and wet and cold. Of course I had to park a good quarter mile away from the building because there is never parking available even when you pay good money for a parking pass...and what campus has expectant mother parking? Wishful thinking haha! I make the long walk to class in the cold and I'm walking as fast as my then 17 week pregnant body could move without wanting to pee my pants. Next thing I know I'm flipped upside down (LITERALLY) and I slam down on the pavement on my back. I watch my Yetti coffee mug roll down a rain gutter and my notebook full of assignments flies out of my hand and papers are instantly soaked on the damp pavement. It feels as though my arm has been ripped off so I reach over to make sure its still there. My ears are ringing and I clearly had lost my breath. ...

We finally found out the gender of our little bundle of joy and we couldn't be more excited. Check out these adorable Rockers!!!