Well, I went into labor yesterday.
Color me surprised, because before yesterday, my only big issues
were black outs, and dizzy spells, and numbness of the legs… All of a sudden, I’m
supposed to be almost completely on bed rest, minimal house work, minimal
lifting of my toddler… And you know what, that’s going to be impossible. It really
is.
First, my other half works 6 days a week, in the morning and
afternoon. And he’s not that big on housework… if I leave it to him, I’d be
swimming in piles of laundry and dirty pots and pans, and all kinds of other
stuff that HAS to get done. So, I have to do it. I have to run errands since by
the time he’s off, the utility company and banks are often closed. I have
college work. I have to care for the snotface. I have way too much to get done.
And these things HAVE to be done.
I’m 36 weeks and 3 days. I’ll be 37 weeks on Sunday. I get
why they want me to wait and take it easy, but I don’t see it happening… I don’t
have the extra hands to be in bed with my feet up for the last 3-4 weeks of
this thing!
And don’t get me
started on the hospital… the nurses were lovely, they were nice and all… but
damn. I had a shot of Terbutaline, a labor stopping drug. I was told it would
sting a bit. It BURNED like the fires of hell had gone into my arm! I’ve had a
few shots that hurt, and HELL, not even my Spinal Block from my last C-Section
hurt like this! She dismissed it, and said it’s not that bad.
And you are me, how?
Yes, I know many women have no issues with these drugs, but when I scream, not
from the needle, but from the pain of the medication, that should tell you
something! My other half was worried I was allergic to it or something, because
he gets a similar reaction when he has morphine.
Second dose of it?
Just as bad.
And the kicker? Not
only did my pulse soar to 145, and actually hit 160 at one point, but my baby’s
went up to 220. I KNOW that’s too high. And no one did a damn thing. No one was
the least bit concerned.
The contractions did
stop… for 2 hours. Then the contractions began to come back, and the cramps
were worse. I’ve been cramping since before they decided to send me home last
night. They told me hot baths for the cramps and bed rest.
I also got Phenergan,
and that just made me sick. Like… really sick. I was sitting up, and had to lay
back from the wave of dizziness and nausea… No warning that it was going to do
all that. All I was told, was that it would make me feel drunk.
This was not drunk.
This was ‘Holy hell what the hell is going on here…’
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| My hand where she blew out my vein... This was AFTER a pressure bandage had been applied... |
Oh yeah, and because
the nurse didn’t want to listen to me about where my best veins were… she blew
out a vein in my hand. I tried to tell her to go for the arm, but no. She
insisted on hand or wrist. I remember
the issues my old OB’s office had with veins in my hands... it doesn’t work
well. So, knowing I was right, and to be dismissed like that… ugh. And she even
KNEW that the veins weren’t great, and tried anyhow! She said about 4 times how
they kept twisting and rolling where she couldn’t get them…
I screamed like no one’s
business when she put it in. I hadn’t felt pain like that in a LONG time. (Oh,
yeah I had… about 2 hours earlier with the labor stopping meds… I had forgotten.
My bad.)
And then, when even
she looked skeptical, she turned on the IV pump. A lump immediately swelled up
and I arched my back and screamed. I thought my hand would explode. And then
she tried to blame it on me to another nurse, saying I had flinched when it was
inserted. No, ma’am, I didn’t, my other half even told me I had laid as still
as a board while she did it, and never moved until she said it was in. That was
on her.
Now, I have NO faith
in this place to do my C-section surgery. And I’m way too late to find another
place.
I’m currently at home,
cramping still, and exhausted. My kid has been a terror today… She has climbed
me like a jungle gym, despite me even having to pull her off of me and tell her
no repeatedly. She has jabbed her feet and elbows into my stomach in anger
because I would not let her climb me. She has tried to crawl into the
floorboard of my car after her doctor’s appointment and kicked me in the chin
when I lifted her to stop her. She hit me about a dozen times in the Dr’s
office. I tried to be nice, got her an Orange Julius since we had to rush out
the door this morning… she dumped about 1/3 of it all over her sheets and mattress,
and herself and played with it while watching Little Mermaid. And the constant whining
has been just… nails on a chalkboard, people. Yes, I have gotten on her for acting like this today, she's not just walking all over me 24/7. It's just been one of those meltdown days...
I’m already over
today. Is it bedtime yet?
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