Appointment #3: Adding Another Stupid Hiccup To The List

What a day, let me tell you. Actually, the chaos all began last night (ACTUALLY, it seems the chaos began as soon as I got pregnant!). After a really fun birthday dinner face-stuffing for my mom with the whole clan, we headed home and the snowball began snowballing.

One of my puncture sites, which was less than a day old, was giving me major troubles all day so I removed it and went without meds for awhile. Todd started a new site when we got home but the old site got hard, red, itchy, and so painful I wanted to cry. It isn't like self-made holes in your gut feel GOOD, but something was wrong and I knew it so I sent my sister a picture to see if maybe it was infected (she has experience with puncture sites). She suggested I call my doc. I suggested, to no one in particular, that my belly button looks like a cavern.

I decided to wait until morning to see if the ouch had righted itself. It hadn't and on top of that, the NEW site was imitating the old site. Stupid copycat. I was finally forced to go without meds again but I just started to fall apart. My glands were swollen, my muscles ached, I had the chills, I could barely focus. It hit me like a ton of bricks. It was overwhelming.

My Home Health Care nurse told me to make an appointment with my OB/GYN and my other sister, the nurse, agreed. The last thing I needed was a blood infection. So off Spencer and I went...and the spotting began for the 1st time in a few days. This did not help ease my mind because now I wondered if I had gotten an infection from the CVS. I would never forgive myself if something happened to Sam-I-Am because we had to know about his chromosomes.

I was weighed...up 2 pounds but still way under my beginning pre-pregnancy weight...gave a urine sample, and had my blood pressure taken (120/70). What was decided is that I have to give up the pump and get on antibiotics for 10 days. I've got dissolving oral Zofran in case my nausea comes back in full force because it's been lurking underneath somewhere...please, no. I can't start feeling yucky from scratch.

The shakes and aches and everything else are either from my body fighting the infection OR I'm coming down with something. Both of which are sucko. I have no time to be sick. Baby sick? No choice. Sick-sick? Come on now. Good news is the spotting is just from the CVS or the clot, nothing to worry about. Baby's heart rate was 167 and strong. Way to go, baby.

While with my OB, I inquired about 2 things:

1. Can she tie my tubes while she's in there snatching the baby out? Yes, she can and she will. We wanted 2 babies together and, in September, we'll have them. Our family is complete. Since I'm already having surgery, it's a safe time to just close up the shop. We came to this decision together and I feel good about it.

2. How long with I be in the hospital after the C-Section? I can leave on Day 4. The day of the surgery is actually Day 0 and 3 full days and nights will follow. Yes, it's 26 weeks away, but we have Aiden and Spencer to get squared away. Spencer will be especially challenging since he'll only be just over a year. But there's time to plan.

So now I'm on the couch, feeling like I've been trampled by dinosaurs, hippos, rhinos, or something else heavy and immobilizing. But hopefully I'll bounce back tomorrow after being on antibiotics for awhile. So that's the JUNK part of today.

The SOLID part of today is it's my mom's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM! I hope it was a great day for you and we all love you!! Especially this particularly sleepy and grouchy fella.

Now I just need Todd to get here so I can fall into a nice, little coma.