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| Seriously. Some of the people up here make me SO MAD. I figure, if you're up on this floor being taken care of by these nurses, they are doing everything they can to help women with complicated pregnancies. Right? Heard a story about some people who came in in pre term labor, and they were refusing treatment. Because the husband is in med school, and studies have shown that the tocolytics (drugs they use to try to stop labor) are only effective for 24 hours. WHAT? Okay, another 24 hours is AWESOME when your baby isn't ready to be born, in the first place. Secondly, WHAT? I've been on the magnesium sulfate for 11 straight days now, and I know that without it, I would definitely have had this baby. She'd been having contractions every 2 minutes and wasn't worried about her premature baby. Apparently they were laughing and joking about it. I sincerely hope that they got a neonatologist up there to scare the living hell out of them. I don't know, maybe they think it would be awesome to have a tiny baby because then labor doesn't hurt as much. Fuck. You. These people have NO idea what life in the NICU is like, even for a mostly healthy baby. I can promise you at their gestational age, they are not guaranteed a mostly healthy baby. And it's frustrating for the nurses up here, but know they need more time for this baby. Grr. Angry. I hope they've come to their senses. And fucking med student... whatever. I'd like to think the people who are here on a daily basis know more than you. If I ever catch their names, I will make sure to tell everyone I know to avoid him as a doctor, because he sounds like he's going to be a lawsuit waiting to happen. | | |
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| http://www.glowinthewoods.com/home/2008/8/6/letters-of-significance.html Glow in the Woods is a blog written by women who have lost their babies. Depressing, I know. But sometimes it's nice to read things written by people who know what we've gone though, what we're going through. This post though... if you don't click on the link, it's basically asking... Did we waste our 'good' name on a dead baby? I've thought about this more than once. William Thomas is just about the perfect name for us. It's everything we wanted in our son's name. Did we waste it? I mean, should we have saved it for a baby that we were going to take home? It's taken a while, but I've decided that no, it was the perfect name, and the perfect name for Will. He was named before he was born, and Jon and I knew that. It's scary this time, to name a baby. I don't think we're going to have a decision until he's born this time, just in case. I really do want to have a Jon Jr, but I want to give it to a boy who is going to be with us. It sort of sounds awful... it's like... do we need a backup name, in case this kid isn't going to make it? Again, I don't think so. You can't plan that. Perfectly healthy babies die all the time. We haven't named this kid yet. We haven't talked about it nearly as much as we did with Will. Of course, his name was decided the second I said it out loud to Jon. We haven't had that moment yet. When we do decide, it's not going to have anything to do with how optimistic we are about this baby's survival. | | |
| I'm running out of internet. I've been playing the same game on Yahoo for like a week now. I put down the Playstation and I'm playing stupid puzzles. I used to be so good at finding things online... not anymore. I g.uess I'll have to start relying on books even more. Also, I love Tempurpedic commercials, because we have one, and it's comfortable, but it's NOTHING like the commercials want you to think. I don't care how amazing your bed is, I'm pretty sure that nothing is comfortable to a pregnant lady. Or the husband who has to deal with middle of the night turning, because it's not as easy as it used to be. The best part of being pregnant is when you get to sleep on your stomach again. Yeah, got nothing. Bored and whiny. Waiting to go to the doctor tomorrow. Life revolves around our doctor appointments. And ER and Scrubs reruns. | | |
| It's been 3 weeks since I went up to the hospital. The good news is that I'm still on bedrest, and I'm still at home. The bad news is that last night I was in some serious, scary pain. I was hoping that I could just lay down for a long time and it would be better, but it wasn't. At 1am I ended up calling the after hours emergency line for the hospital doctors, and Jon was ready to take me up to the hospital again. The doctor called back and when I described what was going on (felt like cramping, pressure, a few contractions) he told me that I needed to stay off my feet and drink A LOT of water. Part of the theory is that I need to poop. Love that theory. Woke up at 5:30 this morning, and it all still hurt. Told Jon that I was going to call the hospital to see if one of the doctors could see me today. Woke up at 7 when Jon got up for work, thought I might feel better. Slept until 9:45, feel much better. Every once in awhile I have these scary stabbing pains, but overall it's not as bad as it was. I decided not to call the doctor's office and hopefully it'll be better by my appointment on Friday. So, they're guessing that I need to poop, and I was up too much yesterday. Went out to my parents' house, and I never stay laying down enough over there. The doctor said that with cerclages, being up too much can cause pain like that. Today's going to be a big lay on the couch day. I need to take a shower eventually, but I'm actually scared to get in the shower. It pretty much sucks. We've made it to 24 weeks though! 24 is kind of a huge step in the developmental stages. It's when the doctors will consider a baby viable and has about a 50% chance of survival. Will was actually born at 23 weeks 6 days, and Jon argued with the nurses and doctors. I honestly don't remember all of that. I don't remember a lot from the time after they showed Will to me and took him away. Anyway, right now I'm the most pregnant I've ever been (if you've caught my statuses, you know that already) and it's fantastic. Every day that I stay pregnant gives this kid a better chance. I wish we would have been able to do all of this for Will. Oh! And I decided that I'm going to be posting Xanga things now because I sort of feel like I need a place to write, but I'm tired of using Facebook and MySpace. | | |
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