Thursday, September 17, 2009
Well, Little Miss Sunshine is doing very well. We had another ultrasound today to check on baby's brain development and things are on track... phew. I swear these appointments knock the wind out of me. I go in trying to stay positive and convince myself that everything will be fine. That what happened with our sweet Nicholas was random. I spend the entire time on that table, belly lubed up, holding my breath and desperately trying to "read" the technician's face for any sign "good or bad".
It certainly doesn't help when the whole process at the hospital is completely unorganized. First of all they didn't have my paperwork ready, then, after waiting for 30 minutes the tech tells me I should have gone to some clinic (in the hospital) to pick up my paperwork. So, I go up there.... and of course it's on the maternity ward (memories upon memories), infants screaming all over the place. I pick up my paperwork, go back down to the tech. who looks at the paperwork strangely. EPL was listed on my order. Early Pregnancy Loss. My first thought, of course, goes back to Nicholas. And my first instinct was to jump off that table, high tale it back up to the clinic and throttle the person who decided that my 35 week old baby was an Early Pregnancy Loss. I am not, in any way, undermining the fact that ANY loss is a loss, early or not, but really???? Ends up my brain was on overdrive and they were referring to this pregnancy. No better, really, but at least I can tell myself that my file was mixed up or something.
From there, the appointment got better. The technician got friendlier and much more sympathetic (it's really too bad that it takes me telling her about my son who passed away for her to perk up, but whatever). Baby looks great. Still a "sandwich" by the way. My mom actually came to the scan with me today so she had a chance to see the baby on the screen after the exam. A touching moment after all we have been through.
From there I was sent back up to the clinic to get the results. Waited another 30 minutes for them to tell me that things look good. My placenta is a little low so they want to watch that - but, hey, if that's all I have to worry about right now, I'll take it.
Overall, a tiring, mixed up morning of activity, but certainly well worth it in the end.
Thank you for your help, Nicholas. Mommy loves you so much. xo
Posted by Lea at 2:55 PM