You know how everyone says "oh every pregnancy is different?" Well they lied. Or at least for me it's not that way. I am sick...sick as a dog I tell you. And in the midst of a spiritual and emotional breakdown. 1 urgent care visit, 2 ER visits, the threat of a hospitalization for dehydration, an insurance snafoo at the dr's office, being dumped by my dr due to said snafoo, waiting in new dr's office for 3 hours to see her(with a plastic bag on my lap) and WEEKS now of me begging for home health I *think* things have been sorted out and hopefully I will get to the road of recovery soon. I finally received home health this weekend and just spent 3 days on iv fluids at home (just like last pregnancy) and was set up with a zofran pump (just like last pregnancy) but unlike last time, I didn't have a 3 y/o to take care of. Whom I worry everyday is getting the crap end of the stick of a mommy who can't do anything but transfer from bathroom to couch every few minutes. My dear husband is trying desperately to remind me I am not forsaken and that this too shall pass, and that our precious son will be the no worse for wear. I hope so. I pray so. He still seems excited about "baby" as he calls it and hopefully won't develop a resentment towards baby for making mama out of commission ;)Hopefully I won't either LOL JK!
For your viewing pleasure, I am bringing the ever fashionable fanny pack back in style...(not really it's what holds my zofran pump :)
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