Well, that makes my third trip to labor/delivery due to doctor's orders. Thankfully, since it didn't result in a delivery, it was my shortest visit yet.
I've been to the clinic and l/d enough times that the nurses and staff all seem to know me.
My bp had been up for two days, but just an hour at the hospital calmed that down. They processed my labs, which looked good. So, home was my destination.
Maybe we will make that scheduled date after all.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
36 weeks and then some
I saw the doc again yesterday. I got to once again walk into the clinic carrying my 24 hour jug 'o pee. Yes, lovely, I know. My bp, which had been up all morning, suddenly decided to drop a bit since I was at the doc's office. I suppose my body knows when to be on its best behavior? There was protein in the small sample I give them every time they see me, but they decided to wait until they get my 24 hour jug results back from the lab before making any decisions. So, they sent me home.
I had a conversation with the doc about the delivery of sassy pants. Its pretty obvious to me that its going to be a c-section at this point. I am ok with that. However, I wanted to know if we were past the point in this pregnancy where sassy pants would automatically have to go to the NICU after birth--which is what happened when I had Kale. He was so early that it didn't matter how well he was doing on his own, he was going to the NICU. Thankfully, we have passed that point with sassy pants. Unless there are some unforeseen complications, she will be able to hang out with us in the OR and recovery and then go back to my room with me. This made me nearly jump off the table and hug the doc, but I was sans pants so I stayed put.
I am hoping that sassy pants can come to my room with us and have some bonding time with just her mommy, daddy, and big brother for a little while. We need and deserve that time as a family at this point. When we are settled, stable, and ready...we will allow visitors into the room to meet sassy pants.
It won't surprise me one bit to get a call today from the doc telling me to head on to the hospital. Of course, it seems every time I think they may send me there, they don't and vice versa. So, who knows. I have made it past my 36 week goal and surpassed what I think the doc thought I would do several weeks ago. I believe he truly thought we were headed down the same path as we did with Kale. Thanks be to God, that wasn't the case. I learned my lesson and have followed the rules better this time around. I remind myself that I am sick, even though I don't feel it. I remind myself not to feel guilty for laying on my tail while the world goes on around me and other people take care of things that I want to/should be doing myself. The support of our extended family and some close friends have been helpful beyond words. I have been the one responsible for making good choices and carrying sassy pants this far into the pregnancy, but I could not have done it without the help and prayers of so many others.
And now, we wait....
I had a conversation with the doc about the delivery of sassy pants. Its pretty obvious to me that its going to be a c-section at this point. I am ok with that. However, I wanted to know if we were past the point in this pregnancy where sassy pants would automatically have to go to the NICU after birth--which is what happened when I had Kale. He was so early that it didn't matter how well he was doing on his own, he was going to the NICU. Thankfully, we have passed that point with sassy pants. Unless there are some unforeseen complications, she will be able to hang out with us in the OR and recovery and then go back to my room with me. This made me nearly jump off the table and hug the doc, but I was sans pants so I stayed put.
I am hoping that sassy pants can come to my room with us and have some bonding time with just her mommy, daddy, and big brother for a little while. We need and deserve that time as a family at this point. When we are settled, stable, and ready...we will allow visitors into the room to meet sassy pants.
It won't surprise me one bit to get a call today from the doc telling me to head on to the hospital. Of course, it seems every time I think they may send me there, they don't and vice versa. So, who knows. I have made it past my 36 week goal and surpassed what I think the doc thought I would do several weeks ago. I believe he truly thought we were headed down the same path as we did with Kale. Thanks be to God, that wasn't the case. I learned my lesson and have followed the rules better this time around. I remind myself that I am sick, even though I don't feel it. I remind myself not to feel guilty for laying on my tail while the world goes on around me and other people take care of things that I want to/should be doing myself. The support of our extended family and some close friends have been helpful beyond words. I have been the one responsible for making good choices and carrying sassy pants this far into the pregnancy, but I could not have done it without the help and prayers of so many others.
And now, we wait....
Friday, April 22, 2011
Is the heater broken?
I haven't turned the heater on much lately, despite mornings of it being 61-65 degrees in our house. However, yesterday morning, it was 63 and the sun was refusing to shine. I decided to turn on the heat to warm the house up to 65-66 degrees (which feels like a heat wave to me, but keeps everyone else mostly thawed out). I turned it on, heard the click of the heater starting, and then nothing...no warm air.
My mom gave it a try. Nothing. I took the batteries out of the thermostat and put them back in...nothing. I knew the batteries had just been replaced in the past week, so dead batteries wasn't the problem. I started getting frustrated. I got in touch with my husband and he told me to call the heat/air company for them to come check it out.
The heat/air guy showed up within a few hours and discovered the problem, although he wasn't sure who caused the problem. For a mere $86 service call, he let me know that the problem was the gas had been shut off at the unit by the switch. There is a lever on the gas line that runs to the unit (right beside it and very near the ground) and the lever had been switched to not allow the gas to flow through the line. Hmmm, I just wonder who might have touched that lever? I know I sure didn't and that the last thing my mom or husband would do would be sabotage any opportunity to have the heat on during cold mornings/days. So, that leaves one culprit. Yep, for $86 I found out that my son had turned off the gas to our heat/air unit...when he has been told several times not to mess with the heat/air unit.
I don't remember doing such things when I was little or hearing stories of me doing such things. So, my guess is that this is just more proof that Kale is his daddy's boy and is following in his footsteps because I do know I have heard similar stories about his daddy's shenanigans. We are in deep trouble!
My mom gave it a try. Nothing. I took the batteries out of the thermostat and put them back in...nothing. I knew the batteries had just been replaced in the past week, so dead batteries wasn't the problem. I started getting frustrated. I got in touch with my husband and he told me to call the heat/air company for them to come check it out.
The heat/air guy showed up within a few hours and discovered the problem, although he wasn't sure who caused the problem. For a mere $86 service call, he let me know that the problem was the gas had been shut off at the unit by the switch. There is a lever on the gas line that runs to the unit (right beside it and very near the ground) and the lever had been switched to not allow the gas to flow through the line. Hmmm, I just wonder who might have touched that lever? I know I sure didn't and that the last thing my mom or husband would do would be sabotage any opportunity to have the heat on during cold mornings/days. So, that leaves one culprit. Yep, for $86 I found out that my son had turned off the gas to our heat/air unit...when he has been told several times not to mess with the heat/air unit.
I don't remember doing such things when I was little or hearing stories of me doing such things. So, my guess is that this is just more proof that Kale is his daddy's boy and is following in his footsteps because I do know I have heard similar stories about his daddy's shenanigans. We are in deep trouble!
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