Still coming to terms with the news from yesterday. I really did not want to have to have another c-section. I wanted to experience childbirth. I feel, in some ways, cheated out of the experience that most women will have in their lifetimes. Overall, I do understand that the most important thing is to keep the baby and I safe and that no matter how the baby is born, we'll still have a lovely baby. It's mild disappointment.
Other news from the hospital visit yesterday is minor. My Blood Pressure is good, I'm actually wondering if it borders on the too-low side, which would go some way to explaining some of the dizzy, swimmy head spells I've been having. Apparently increasing your salt intake can help if your BP is too low so I might endeavour to consume more of the stuff somehow. There's no weirdness in my wee. My weight gain is perfect, 2lb since the last visit which is on track. The OB was quite nice although she informed me that she'll be leaving to move to Switzerland in June. Her replacement will be a Perinatologist which is good news, I suppose, for my 'high risk' status. He or She will be the person to deliver this baby. The OB also said that we'd book an appointment with the anaesthetist prior to the birth to discuss the risk factors with the heparin considerations. However, I should be able to have a Spinal Epidural and be awake (a mixed blessing to be awake while someone cuts your stomach open after sticking a long needle in your spine versus not being mentally present) for the birth.
In other news, G has been the most ill person who ever walked the planet and I was fearing that we'd have to call an ambulance, but he finally went to the Dr yesterday and got some antibiotics for his Strep Throat. (Quite). For you Europeans - Strep Throat is a N. American invention to make a sore throat sound worse than it is and give you an excuse to mope around in a pathetic manner and take time off work.
Poor D had a nasty accident yesterday. We were in Quiznos getting subs for supper as I was too tired to cook, and he was sitting up on a bar stool while we waited for our order. He then fell off, face first, and blood was pouring out of his nose :-( I'm so useless in those situations, I get as upset as he is to see harm having come to my baby boy. G retained presence of mind though, and managed to get a ton of napkins to D's face quickly. Fortunately the blood stopped flowing pretty quickly and all that remained to deal with was one very upset little boy. A couple of hours of cuddles and he soon perked up back to normal.
Posted by katie at February 6, 2004 11:06 AM