It's kind of hard to tell from the picture, but you can see the side of her head and all that wispy stuff floating out the left is hair. Pretty amazing. But the best news is that as of Thursday, June 12, she was 7 pounds, 3 oz. They do not think she will get to be 10 pounds so a C Section shouldn't be in my future. YAY! They finally let Jeff in and we went over the pictures and did more videos which I'll post below. We were both in awe at the amount of detail. It was very surreal and we are both so anxious to meet her!! We left the ultrasound center on a high and got in the elevator to head to the 4th floor to see my doctor. I check in at the front desk and she marvels at how long we've been there. Don't kill my high, lady. I go back to the doctor's office and it's now about 2:00. We haven't eaten and Jeff is starting to shake, so he goes back down to the 1st floor to get some food. I told him I would call him when I was called back and we'd go from there. At 2:15, the nurse calls my name (I was starting to sweat as we were supposed to have our Continental shower at 3:00). She looks at me and says, "Oh you must have been waiting a long time" or something like that. I tell her she has no idea. But she quickly corrects me and says, "Oh no, I know you checked in at 7:45 - what happened??" I start to tell her how there were no appointments available, so they had to "work me in" and blah blah blah. She takes my blood pressure, weight, and leaves so I can change. I should have just worn the stupid gowns from downstairs up here. But as soon as she leaves, I can hear her outside my exam room talking with the other nurses and they are all gasping at the fact that I have been here for so long. I barely have time to change and sit back down on the bed table when I hear her grab the nurse practitioner and tell her the story. My door immediately opens and in walks the NP. She is blown away that I have been at the office so long and asks for the story. So I tell her and she ends with "Those women down there are idiots!!!" Couldn't have said it better myself. *grin* She examines me, says Emma is ready so any day we could meet her. I am not ready yet, but she is slightly concerned that my placenta is getting old. I asked if that was serious and she said it was no big deal. She said you could have a placenta that was 100% perfect, but not have a heartbeat. SO she asked me to do a kick count once a day after a meal. I should lie down on my left side and try to count 4 kicks in 30 minutes. If I don't get 4 in 30 minutes, go another 30 minutes. I should be able to feel 4 kicks in one hour. If not, I should call her. Emma moves around so much 4 kicks is not hard to count. She does mention that my doctor may want to consider inducing me because of the placenta, but we'll see next week. It's now 3:00. Luckily, the women planning our shower were running behind and they postponed it until 3:30. Sweet. I meet Jeff coming out of the elevator and we go down to the 1st floor to pay our parking. Good thing the parking caps off at $5.00 a day! We put our ticket in and it shows up that we've been there for OVER 7 HOURS!! Can you imagine?? We tried to get a print out of the receipt, but it didn't work. Unbelievable. I asked Jeff to take me through Burger King's drive through because I was starving...I crammed a burger down, we drove to Continental and made it up to the 17th floor with 10 minutes to spare. We had a lovely shower, loaded up the car, somehow managed to avoid rush hour traffic while going home and stumbled through the door about 5:45 or so. We were exhausted!!! Heck, I'm exhausted just telling the story! Stay tuned for more updates as we get closer and closer to D Day.Friday, June 13, 2008
I'm Having Our Mail Forwarded to The Women's Center
Yesterday was a nightmare. Really. I'll just start off by saying that Emma is fine, I'm fine, and I'll recant the details of how the appointment went further below. But first I feel compelled to share what a FANTASTIC time Jeff and I had yesterday. And by fantastic I mean miserable, horrible, ridiculous, and down right ludicrous. The morning started off wonderfully, I woke up before the alarm, had breakfast at 5:30, cleaned the kitchen up, made the bed, opened all the curtains...I was on a roll. Jeff and I left a little later than we had planned and traffic was a little congested on the tollway, but we were having a nice talk all the way in to the doctor's office. We arrive and there are plenty of parking spots, all up front, for us to choose from (who in their right mind shows up at 7:35??) and we saunter in through the doors of the big women's center. My doctor is on the fourth floor, the imaging center and blood lab are on the first floor and I don't really know what's on the other floors...fertility is somewhere, heck, there is even a Walgreens, a maternity shop, and a gift shop there. We check in at the imaging center (I didn't forget my "permission slip" from the doctor authorizing my ultrasound - SCORE!)at 7:45 and the lady says, "we'll call your name shortly". Now lets back up. Two weeks ago when I made the appointment, they told me there were no openings and that I'd have to be considered a "work in" and my wait time would be from 30 minutes to 4 hours. I took the day off of work just in case but really I didn't think we'd be there the whole 4 hours. I'm getting ahead of myself. So it's been much longer than "shortly" and I now have to use the facilities. But with ultrasounds, they tell you you need a full bladder and drink fluid, blah blah blah. I'm full. I'm nearly popping. I'm trying to hold on because they may call me at...any...second. After I crossed the threshold of pain, I went up the front desk and politely asked if I was allowed to go to the bathroom. Allowed?? Whatever, I was trying to be nice so they'd call my name already. Yes I was allowed and I didn't have to go out of the imaging center and down the hall, I could just walk through the door to my left (where normally you have to be called to enter) and "follow the pattern on the carpet". I'm now like a mouse in a maze, but with a map, and so I follow the pattern. And wind up in the mammogram waiting area. OK, so at the fork in the hallway I should have followed the LEFT pattern...whatever, I made it. And relief was immediate. I come back out and now I'm hungry. Bodily function #1 handled, lets move on to #2...hunger. It's 9:00 and I'm ready for lunch. I send my sweet Jeff to the cafe down the hall (thank goodness someone though to open a food source there!) and he comes back with a chocolate muffin for me, a brownie and orange soda for him. I declined a drink because they were sure to call me any moment and I didn't want to be left with a drink. I should have been more concerned that a drink would make me have to "follow the (correct) pattern in the carpet" again, but I shouldn't have worried. I had to go several more times before my name was called. At some point, Jeff starts strategizing. "If they don't call your name in 10 minutes, I want you to fake labor pains". I remind him that faking labor will cause them to take me to the hospital in the next building over and not get me in for the required ultrasound. Strike one. "If they don't call your name in 15 minutes, just go up and slap the nurse". Yeah, we'll just end the inning on that one. Kill em with kindness honey. I'm not slapping anyone!! I'll never get back there. Jeff tried to win them over with his charm and wit but the nursing staff wasn't having it. At some point, I realize that some of the nurses have left and are now coming back to their desk with Styrofoam containers WITH THEIR LUNCH!! I'm so hungry! One of the mammogram side nurses comments to us that "we've been there a long time!" and Jeff smiles and now, each time she comes out to call names, he asks her oh-so-innocently, "Did you just call Parnell?" She kept smiling and laughing with him...er at him. The second time he asked her for clarification if she called Parnell, the other side door opened and a light shone on the nurse. Angels descended from Heaven as the nurse called, "Parnell?" I feel like the whole waiting area on our side stood up and clapped. I stood up and almost ran over people to get to the nurse. Jeff had to still wait until they called him back to see me, but at least I was in!! So now I am led to the little waiting room. Please take off your clothes and put on the flimsy gown such that the openings are in the back. (I thought this was a silly statement and pretty self explanatory until one of the women in the little waiting room said she was in there once with a woman who had the opening to the front. More show that the lady wanted and she had to tell the woman to go and turn it around. How embarrassing!) I am looking in my changing stall and there are no robes. Hmmm. I know to put the opening in the back, but lets be honest. Those little tie straps cover nothing and the gaps that would be left could be quite humiliating. Hence the robes that are also in the changing areas. Except we have none. I grasp the back of my gown as closed as I can and venture out where another woman is waiting. I ask her if there are robes anywhere and she says no. (She likes me because earlier when we were all still in the waiting room, Jeff told her she had "Fun Crocs". I didn't know shoes could be fun and I don't really like the way Crocs look, but whatever - she liked Jeff so now she's willing to share information with me.) She suggests taking another gown and wearing it "backwards" to make sure all necessary parts are covered. Duh. There are 4 other women changing and we all come out in double gowns - grateful for the Croc Lady's wisdom. We start sharing pregnancy stories and I notice there is another woman in there with us. She says to me, "You must be the other work in ahead of me" so we laugh at how ridiculous the wait has been. She says, "I've been here since 9:30" and everyone gasps. Yeah, I'll see your 9:30 and raise you 7:45!!! Now I get even bigger gasps. But my smug expression is quickly erased when they call the second work in before me. What the?? Thankfully I am called within minutes and I am not forced to bust out my Alief ninja skills on the poor unsuspecting nurses. Do not call the second lady before me. I have clearly put in my time and should be called first. I have been here longer, I am more pregnant, and if my husband finds out you called her first, my ninja skills will not be the threat you should worry about. *grin* My actual ultrasound experience was wonderful. She put a pillow under my legs, and we begin the exploration of the home I have created for Emma. We confirmed she was a girl again (didn't occur to me that anything would change there, but I got about 6 picture of the confirmation. One would have been OK - don't need 6!) and this little girl has hair people. I'm not talking baby fuzz...she's got hair! I could see the hair moving in the fluid. It looks like it hangs off her head by about an inch. She gets that from her Mamma.
It's kind of hard to tell from the picture, but you can see the side of her head and all that wispy stuff floating out the left is hair. Pretty amazing. But the best news is that as of Thursday, June 12, she was 7 pounds, 3 oz. They do not think she will get to be 10 pounds so a C Section shouldn't be in my future. YAY! They finally let Jeff in and we went over the pictures and did more videos which I'll post below. We were both in awe at the amount of detail. It was very surreal and we are both so anxious to meet her!! We left the ultrasound center on a high and got in the elevator to head to the 4th floor to see my doctor. I check in at the front desk and she marvels at how long we've been there. Don't kill my high, lady. I go back to the doctor's office and it's now about 2:00. We haven't eaten and Jeff is starting to shake, so he goes back down to the 1st floor to get some food. I told him I would call him when I was called back and we'd go from there. At 2:15, the nurse calls my name (I was starting to sweat as we were supposed to have our Continental shower at 3:00). She looks at me and says, "Oh you must have been waiting a long time" or something like that. I tell her she has no idea. But she quickly corrects me and says, "Oh no, I know you checked in at 7:45 - what happened??" I start to tell her how there were no appointments available, so they had to "work me in" and blah blah blah. She takes my blood pressure, weight, and leaves so I can change. I should have just worn the stupid gowns from downstairs up here. But as soon as she leaves, I can hear her outside my exam room talking with the other nurses and they are all gasping at the fact that I have been here for so long. I barely have time to change and sit back down on the bed table when I hear her grab the nurse practitioner and tell her the story. My door immediately opens and in walks the NP. She is blown away that I have been at the office so long and asks for the story. So I tell her and she ends with "Those women down there are idiots!!!" Couldn't have said it better myself. *grin* She examines me, says Emma is ready so any day we could meet her. I am not ready yet, but she is slightly concerned that my placenta is getting old. I asked if that was serious and she said it was no big deal. She said you could have a placenta that was 100% perfect, but not have a heartbeat. SO she asked me to do a kick count once a day after a meal. I should lie down on my left side and try to count 4 kicks in 30 minutes. If I don't get 4 in 30 minutes, go another 30 minutes. I should be able to feel 4 kicks in one hour. If not, I should call her. Emma moves around so much 4 kicks is not hard to count. She does mention that my doctor may want to consider inducing me because of the placenta, but we'll see next week. It's now 3:00. Luckily, the women planning our shower were running behind and they postponed it until 3:30. Sweet. I meet Jeff coming out of the elevator and we go down to the 1st floor to pay our parking. Good thing the parking caps off at $5.00 a day! We put our ticket in and it shows up that we've been there for OVER 7 HOURS!! Can you imagine?? We tried to get a print out of the receipt, but it didn't work. Unbelievable. I asked Jeff to take me through Burger King's drive through because I was starving...I crammed a burger down, we drove to Continental and made it up to the 17th floor with 10 minutes to spare. We had a lovely shower, loaded up the car, somehow managed to avoid rush hour traffic while going home and stumbled through the door about 5:45 or so. We were exhausted!!! Heck, I'm exhausted just telling the story! Stay tuned for more updates as we get closer and closer to D Day.
It's kind of hard to tell from the picture, but you can see the side of her head and all that wispy stuff floating out the left is hair. Pretty amazing. But the best news is that as of Thursday, June 12, she was 7 pounds, 3 oz. They do not think she will get to be 10 pounds so a C Section shouldn't be in my future. YAY! They finally let Jeff in and we went over the pictures and did more videos which I'll post below. We were both in awe at the amount of detail. It was very surreal and we are both so anxious to meet her!! We left the ultrasound center on a high and got in the elevator to head to the 4th floor to see my doctor. I check in at the front desk and she marvels at how long we've been there. Don't kill my high, lady. I go back to the doctor's office and it's now about 2:00. We haven't eaten and Jeff is starting to shake, so he goes back down to the 1st floor to get some food. I told him I would call him when I was called back and we'd go from there. At 2:15, the nurse calls my name (I was starting to sweat as we were supposed to have our Continental shower at 3:00). She looks at me and says, "Oh you must have been waiting a long time" or something like that. I tell her she has no idea. But she quickly corrects me and says, "Oh no, I know you checked in at 7:45 - what happened??" I start to tell her how there were no appointments available, so they had to "work me in" and blah blah blah. She takes my blood pressure, weight, and leaves so I can change. I should have just worn the stupid gowns from downstairs up here. But as soon as she leaves, I can hear her outside my exam room talking with the other nurses and they are all gasping at the fact that I have been here for so long. I barely have time to change and sit back down on the bed table when I hear her grab the nurse practitioner and tell her the story. My door immediately opens and in walks the NP. She is blown away that I have been at the office so long and asks for the story. So I tell her and she ends with "Those women down there are idiots!!!" Couldn't have said it better myself. *grin* She examines me, says Emma is ready so any day we could meet her. I am not ready yet, but she is slightly concerned that my placenta is getting old. I asked if that was serious and she said it was no big deal. She said you could have a placenta that was 100% perfect, but not have a heartbeat. SO she asked me to do a kick count once a day after a meal. I should lie down on my left side and try to count 4 kicks in 30 minutes. If I don't get 4 in 30 minutes, go another 30 minutes. I should be able to feel 4 kicks in one hour. If not, I should call her. Emma moves around so much 4 kicks is not hard to count. She does mention that my doctor may want to consider inducing me because of the placenta, but we'll see next week. It's now 3:00. Luckily, the women planning our shower were running behind and they postponed it until 3:30. Sweet. I meet Jeff coming out of the elevator and we go down to the 1st floor to pay our parking. Good thing the parking caps off at $5.00 a day! We put our ticket in and it shows up that we've been there for OVER 7 HOURS!! Can you imagine?? We tried to get a print out of the receipt, but it didn't work. Unbelievable. I asked Jeff to take me through Burger King's drive through because I was starving...I crammed a burger down, we drove to Continental and made it up to the 17th floor with 10 minutes to spare. We had a lovely shower, loaded up the car, somehow managed to avoid rush hour traffic while going home and stumbled through the door about 5:45 or so. We were exhausted!!! Heck, I'm exhausted just telling the story! Stay tuned for more updates as we get closer and closer to D Day.
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