This is me talking about my day at the doctor's office and why I don't think I like Doctor visits anymore.
Yesterday was my big day at the doctor's office to check for gestational diabetes and FINALLY get Sarah in for her two year check up. Sarah was a champion but the doctor surprised me with the 'So, she hasn't had her hep A or hep B shots yet so let's get those done while you are here.' Thrown off course I reluctantly agreed even though we've been purposefully waiting to get hep vaccines because they are unnecessary this early on (in my and my families humble opinion). Sarah was a trooper and recovered nicely from the shots. Squirrel came to visit and watch the wee one while I had my diabetes test.
In the famous words of 'Love Connection': "Gee Chuck, the date was going fine until..." they made me step on the scale. I am not going to publicly admit how much weight I gained in 5 weeks but it was more than I ever anticipated even though I've been gorging myself on candy, ice cream, and grease for the majority of those five weeks. Reality set in. Now...Justin, my brother in law, is whole-heartedly supportive of pregnant women living up the permissible weight gain. He says, why have the Honda when you can have the Bentley. It's true, we were talking about nonfat versus whole milk at the time but it can apply anywhere. I however was hoping to not become porky-piggy this time around.
So my nerves are already shot and I'm sad about the weight gain...and I'm tired...not a good combo. I burst into tears as Joel and I were watching Dirty Jobs last night. He was taken completely by surprise. I got over it with some consolation but right about 10:00 Sarah awoke with a huge wail. Joel bolted downstairs to find her covered in her own vomit. Macaroni and orange vomit. We changed her sheets and proceeded to watch Blues Clues on the couch until 12:30. Joel slept curled up on one side and I held Sarah as she barfed just about every 15 minutes. I was convinced the hepatitis vaccines were not only going to induce irreversible autism but had also caused the vomiting.
At 12:30 I decided to lay Sarah down after saying a prayer to Heavenly Father that she would make it at least a few hours so I could get some rest. She slept until 7am when she woke up with diarrhea. :( Sad, sad, girl. She's thrown up once today and dry-heaved about every 45 min to an hour. I've managed to get half a piece of toast and some top ramen into her before her nap. Hopefully she can bounce back from this upset in short time.
I'm still emotional. I just started crying when I read the stimulus bill agreement had been met. I am not for or against it, per se, but it's encouraging that some movement is being made to improve conditions. I know I need to get some rest, which I should be doing now. So I'm off to rest my mind and my body. Hopefully we'll get some good news tonight and bring home a 'new' datsun truck for Joel to work on.
1 comment:
I don't think I got this far last time I had a chance to check the blogs, it's so sad to have sick babies. I am sorry the hep shots got sprung on you, that is always hard to gear up for telling a doctor no thanks when you haven't been working on the nerves to do so. I try to be blissfully unaware at vaccine reactions and hope the pharmacutical companys have been doing their research so I can just go get what they say my kids need and go on feeling like a responsible parent. good job on having an opinion and doing some research. I have heard those debates but haven't done much more than that. You are great, I sure love reading your blog.
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