Getting a little personal here.

My sweet baby boy turns 5 months old today. Now, I don't usually get too personal on this blog. I keep most of the boring personal junk to myself. However today I'm finally feeling like I want to share something personal. I'm sharing this story not for sympathy. I'm sharing this story because I want it to be a warning, if you or anyone you know goes through anything like this please have them go to the Dr. and get checked. I've become more aware of these issues lately and I do not want to hear of anyone passing away from something that may have been able to be prevented. When I gave birth to my daughter, almost 5 years ago my labor was very long and very hard. Because of that I was in no hurry at all to have a second child. With my second child my pregnancy was quite easy. I had a lot of energy and was able to work until about 3 hours before my water broke. My labor and delivery were very much easier than the first time around.  Below is the post from my personal blog, the post that I shared when my baby was about 3 weeks old. (This post below is 4 months old, we are all now perfectly fine.)
I was able to go home from the hospital the next day and felt great! So great that I went back to work 4 days later. At day 5 I took Brayden to have his hearing checked, when we were at the hospital I decided to stop by my Dr.'s office and have him check me out. I had been having a little chest pain and it didn't seem quite right.  When I went there and mentioned it to the Dr. he decided that he wanted to run some tests. Since he wanted to make sure I didn't have a blood clot in my lungs. So they sent me to the lab and drew some blood. We then went home, a little while later I got a call from the Dr.'s office telling me that my blood work did come back bad and I needed to have a CT. So I headed right back to the hospital for that.  Later that day I got my results, the CT came back good, there was no blood clot in my lungs.  Wednesday was his one week check up, when we went the Dr. was more concerned with my breathing and the bad blood tests. So they did a few more tests, checked my blood pressure and a few other things. My blood pressure at that point was 190/130. Way too high. The Dr. immediately called started me on blood pressure meds and called a specialist. The specialist said that my blood pressure was so high that the best thing would be to admit me to the hospital and put me on IV blood pressure meds and also because it was so high they were worried about me having seizures. So they put me on anti seizure meds for 24 hours. The meds were really weird and made me feel really gross. They also made me pee a lot! Like I think I peed at least every hour while I was there. I had already lost all of my baby weight when I had him but I lost an additional ten pounds while being on these meds. My blood pressure went right down while I was there and has since stayed down.  When I was released from the hospital on Thursday Brad and I headed to Provo to have an Eco-cardiogram, the blood work that I had done suggested that I was also having cardiomyopathy, I think that's how you spell it, or postpartum congestive heart failure. Those tests came back and everything checked out great.  
This week we went to the Dr. again and the Dr. talked to me about what had happened, he told me that it was all very strange that I had these things happen, his final diagnosis was Postpartum Toxemia with some slight cardiomopathy. I am no longer taking any meds and feel really good. It was a little bit scary there for a day or two but I'm so thankful that Brad is amazing with our kids, the night that I spent in the hospital he came home and took care of both Chesney and Brayden by himself and then when I was home he totally took care of me as well. We also have great families on both sides that were very helpful with Chesney and Brayden and helped us out so much.

I'm also so thankful for modern medicine, I'm so glad that it can make me feel so much better! :)

Oh, and did I mention that I have always had freaky veins, no one can ever draw my blood or start an IV without some sort of issues, so between giving birth, getting an epidural and then all of the test and IV's in the hospital I was poked 17 times and now, almost three weeks later I still have some nasty bruises.