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Friday, October 1, 2010

Damn Stupid Doctors...



At this point, I'm getting so sick of all of these DAMN doctors...
Every time we see one, they tell us how the last doctor wasn't quiet right... & we have gotten so many mixed bits of information. We run around town like chickens with our heads cut off. Its Stupid!

So last week we go in for a simple position check on the baby. Annaise, we discovered, is in whats called Frank Breech.
(For those of you who don't already know, that means instead of being head down like she's supposed to be, she's face up, with her legs strait so her feet are in front of her face, and she happens to be huggin her knees. )


We laugh & say how she's already a pain-in-the-butt like her daddy.. :)

When the ultrasound tech (who we love dearly, her name is Lynda-wit-a-Y, as she tells us) goes to look, she gets very worried.. there isn't a lot of fluid around baby. So little in fact, that she wants us to wait, while she goes and calls one of the specialists. SERIOUSLY?? what the heck does that mean? So we wait for awhile, & they finally tell us that its okay to go home, but not to go far from the hospital cause we might get called back in... Okaaay. So only a little freaked out, we head home. Which is nice because we have to meet the police back at our house to talk about my hubby's car getting stolen that morning. 
(Oh yeah, it had already been a Shitty Lovely morning.)
So we head back, meet the cop, and JUST as we are all getting into the garage to talk to him, Melissa gets a phone call, so she steps to the side to have some quiet.
The look on her face two seconds later scares the crap outta me. 

"We have to go back, The might need to do the C-section today."
She says, & I can see the tears of fear welling up instantly. 

So we leave the  boys with the police officer with the assurance that they will hurry and get done quickly, and I rush Melissa back to the hospital, Trying desperately to calm her down while focusing on the cars on the road. She has tears are streaming at this point, which I hate more than anything. 

"It's okay babes, we'll figure this out, its okay, I've got you, babes I'm Here."
I'm holding her hand while shifting gears, praying that things aren't as bad as they sound. I get her to the hospital and fly to the birth center. I feel like I'm on a skateboard with her in a wagon-tow behind me. And OFCOURSE today is the day the hospital is doing senior immunizations.. so the hospital is PACKED.


We finally get down to the BC and get her checked in. I help her get all un-dressed, and gowned, and into the bed, and they put her on the fetal monitor. (Remember, this is BOTH of our first times with pregnancy, so we are both confused & TERRIFIED) As soon as they hook up the monitor, Annaise's heartbeat sounds loud and clear. We both smile...hearing that sound was extremely calming.



They left us like that for a little bit, just listening. She was even calm enough that I could step outside for a little bit and call the boys, see where they were at. When I finished calling them I head back in to the room and Melissa says the doctor is on her way in. Right as the boys get there, the doctor says she's going to do a cervical exam. 

(Remember: she's also only recently 20, and only ever had ONE pap... when she found out she was preggo... so that is all still new to her as well.) So I stay by her side while the boys wait in the waiting room. The doctor is extremely nice & gives a lot of information, but then starts to explain that she is a little concerned. The baby doesn't look like she has a lot of fluid and they are hearing some compression kicks that they aren't liking.
So they want a detailed ultrasound. OK, sounds reasonable.. I step out to let the boys know whats happening, and as I walk back in, Melissa is crying. 

"WTF? I was gone for two seconds? what happened??"

Melissa then through tears tells me that the doctor just came back and said she called the specialists at Swedish, & they recommended that if she is under 5cm of amniotic fluid like they are thinking she is, than she needs to get the C-section for sure.... TODAY.

I think my heart stopped. & at the moment, Melissa began bawling.

As soon as she let me go, (I'm not gonna say she calmed down cause that was DEFINITELY not the case) I ran out to the waiting room & grabbed Anthony, explaining everything very quickly. As he ran back to be with her, I started making the phone calls. 



"Melissa's in the hospital, Baby has not alot of fluid, best case scenario: Melissa is kept over night, & put on bed rest till she delivers. Worst case? Baby comes TODAY." 

I had alot of very worried family members scrambling to get their butts to the hospital. I get back to Melissa and she is already in the ultrasound room. I walk in and am expecting to see more tears... but she's smiling! "What the hell??"

Melissa just laughed, "She's okay! She has 14cm of Fluid!" We get to go home!" 

Are you FREAKING kidding me?! 

I mean, at that moment I was happy, for sure! But I was also thinking "CRAP!" Now I gotta call everyone back, INCLUDING her boss who I have called and told she for sure wont be able to work anymore..."

& at that moment, I think my head (Happily) exploded.

Now today was spent, waiting in the doctors office, for Dr. Paretsky to tell us she really wants us to do an aversion since there is enough fluid, even though she doesn't think the chances of her turning and bringing her feet down are high, she still wants us to try. Even though Melissa said she'd really prefer not to and has really already gotten used to the fact that a C-section is most likely what will happen, and doesn't want to get her hopes up for nothing...

But we go ahead and tell her we will go to the consultation, and decided from there. So we drive around even longer, wait even longer, finally get into to see Dr. Cole, and he tells us the same things. "That's night quite true." "She's not quiet accurate on that." BlahDEfreakingblah So we figure what the hell. whats the worst that can happen, right?? So we scheduled the aversion for Monday and went home.. we were so tired at that point, NONE of us cared anymore.

So hopefully things go good on Monday... HOPEFULLY.










I did my Best to participate in #FF this week.. but all that got accomplished was TWITTER. 


*poo*

...O well....


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