I got a call from my OB's office a few weeks ago saying that my glucose levels were a little high and they wanted me back for the three hour test. Well, being 30 weeks preggo and fasting from the night before were not easy, but it was done. Felt like I was surrounded by vampires, getting my blood drawn every hour! :)
That was done on a Friday, and Monday they called me letting me know that two of my 4 tests came back a little high, and that I was borderline with gestational diabetes. I wasn't really sure how to take this. I mean, I was so late in my pregnancy, did it really matter? They said yes, and that extra sugar could cause the baby to grow too much in the short amount of time we had left. So they set me up with a diabetic consultant. Getting to this morning, I drove ( probably shouldn't have, but we were kinda out of options. Joe's missed work and is reaching the year-end deadlines) all the way out to Coral Springs from Wilton Manors, only to find out I had mixed up the days of the appointments. Not today, but NEXT Thursday. DUH! Call me preggo brain. So I came home and had some lasagna.
Then, a couple hours later, I hear from the nurse practitioner at the cardiac surgeon's office that my appointment is on for tomorrow (thank goodness she called, I might have gone next Friday) and that she couldn't coordinate getting both surgeons and the neonatologist together at the same time. This was disappointing, since I was looking forward to having everyone there that was going to be responsible for the care of our baby. But it was not meant to be, so I will be seeing Dr. Scholl (yeah, that's really his name, and he's definitely not a podiatrist) tomorrow, and the pediatric surgeon Dr. Long sometime next week. Then, we have my bio-physical and NST (non-stress test to you uninformed) tomorrow at 8am, OB Dr. Siudmak at 10:30, lunch with the hubster, and Dr. Scholl at 1:30. Gonna be a long day.
We are also in the process of switching insurance companies next week, since Joe started a new job back at the beginning of September. This has made us both a little nervous, but we can't afford to COBRA our old insurance since I no longer have an income (bed rest can really suck sometimes). It took us weeks to decide on the "right" plan, which one all of my doctors come under, how much coverage will Jamie have for a lifetime, how much out of pocket, etc. So we have chosen, and am now waiting for the new cards to come in the mail. I am wondering if the company my nurse works for will be covered so she can continue to come out and give me my shots once a week.
I am getting more emotional about things, anything, as time goes on. The uncertainty of what will happen to our little girl is a lot, and I cry. I don't do it in front of anyone, especially Joe since he's stressed out enough already. But I read online a lot, and there's lots of hope, but there are also people who have lost their children due to complications. I believe I'm ready for whatever God may send our way, but that's when He likes to mix it up and do something unexpected.
Jamie is pushing against the walls of my uterus, and man can that be uncomfortable. But it reminds me that she's growing, and the bigger she is, the better her chances. We are so blessed to have Christie, and have been given the opportunity to be parents to Jamie. Please God, don't let me screw it up.
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