March 16
I just woke up at 9:00 this morning
from a terrible night mare, only to realized this night mare is reality I'm
facing. It was about a nurse who came in my room and woke me up by telling me
the lab reported back that the blood tube clotted and they need another another
one, so we were going to have to draw my blood again for the 3rd time. What had
happened before, was I had my blood drawn after getting poked 5 times to
find a good vein for the 4 test tubes that were needed. There were 4 different
nurses that came into try and one of them was about to poke me in the foot
which is the worst spot ever. After getting my blood drawn, they heard from the
lab that one of the tubes did't have enough blood so we'd have to draw blood
again. Luckily it only took one poke this time. Then early in the morning, my
night time nurse came in again and said that the lab reported back that they
weren't able to do the test since the blood tube had clots in it. Luckily the
nurse was nice about it and said she will check and see if we can wait it out a
bit. I went back to sleep and had my "realitiy nightmare." I
woke up somewhat in tears. The good news is I ended up not having to get
my blood drawn for the 3rd time since the doctor decided we didn't need the
test any more now that the bleeding slowed down.
Yesterday I was planning on sending
out an update, but thought I'd wait til evening in case any changes happened
since Monday and Tuesday have been my back luck days. Well, sure enough, once
4:15 rolled along it all happened once again. And let me add that Tuesday
wasn't any different from an other day as far as activity and high spirits. I
was sitting down on a chair next to my mom and we were giggling, having a great
time right before all this heavy bleeding came on. So pretty much another
repeat from last week only this time the bleeding was a little more heavy and
so I felt better about having a good enough reasoning to make a trip to the
"torture chamber." But once again, right before they started giving
me the magnesium, the bleeding slowed down substantially. So why they decide to
just not give it to me, I don't know??? I was on the mag for about 15 hours.
Mark was given the report from Dr. Sharma to come home from his California
business trip, not knowing what the future hours would be. He arrived at the
hospital at 12:30 am and my mom headed back home to get some sleep. Our nanny
was nice about willingness to spend the night at our house last min notice and
take the kids to school in the morning. She will now get today off work so it
sounded like a pretty good trade to me. I felt bad for once again cutting
Mark's business trip short.
I've now been to L&D 5 times
along with the mag torture. The big question is, how many times will this have
to happen before the baby is delivered? I'm trying to think positive and remind
myself that if it weren't for me having to go through all of this, it would be
her facing the challenges in the NICCU. I may have terrible veins, but much
better ones then an infant. I also wonder if all this that I had to go through
last night was a punishment for complaining about always having to have an IV
in me 24/7. This time it came in handy for emergency since they didn't end
up giving me a new one in L&D. My mom brought up the idea that maybe we
need to name the baby Maggy from all the Magnesieum I've been on.
My emotions have been all over the
place. I cried in front of the doctor this morning and last night when I
was told that my room has been taken by another patient and my mom had to clear
all my stuff out. As in, all the cards and pictures hanging on the wall had to
be taken down and I no longer will have my fridge and window view.
I've been off the mag since 9:30 this
morning and should be heading back to 7 south in the next hour. The big
question is, what room will I be in? I'm glad I have my kids and a
friend coming to visit me this afternoon. Hopefully that will cheer me up.
It's also been nice having Mark around to wipe away my tears.
Sorry everyone, I was hoping for a
positive uplifting email saying that I'd gone a week with out making a trip to
L&D, but that hasn't been the case. I'll try and send another
update later on this week so you can hear from me on my good days. Let's
all cross our fingers that I will have a decent room with a nice (not too loud)
room mate. The majority of my stay in the hospital I've been so lucky to have a
room to myself with an amazing view, but then hours before this incident, I had
a room mate join me and then left my room only to find out it's been
taken.
I'm so glad my mom has been in town
during all this and that Mark is back in town. Hoping for good luck tomorrow
and the rest of the week.
March 18
It's been nice to be back in my room.
I was surprised by how quickly I made it back into my original room with river
view and fridge. I was transferred from the L&D around 1:30 and moved into
a different room for the afternoon. My kids came to visit me which helped to
brighten my day. One of the nurses said, "don't make yourself too
comfortable because we may be able to get you your room back tonight."
Well, she wasn't kidding. That night around 8:00 that same nurse, Brook, came
in and said - "ok, your room is vacant. Let's hurry and get you
transferred before it's too late." She was so awesome to make that happen
so quickly. The next day, my mom helped to reorganize my drawers, closet, and
re -decorate the walls. I'm hoping to stay in here for longer then a week this
time. I'm starting to be a little frightened by these "Terrible Tuesday's" that
come along. My mom flew back to Utah for the weekend to attend a family event.
I told her all will be fine as long as she is back before Tuesday. ;)
I'm really wishing I could make a
trip outside to smell and feel the fresh air. Today I'm getting rather stir
crazy being in the same room all day. I have a room mate now, but it's sounding
like they plan to deliver her baby next Wednesday. She is really quiet in the
day times, but come evening she started up her own symphony with her snoring.
Last night was rough because her doctors/nurses came in every couple hours to
check on her and monitor her. It wasn't like this the first night, so I'm
hoping it's not an every night occurrence. Anyway, so I didn't get the best
sleep with all the talking that was going on and once I did fall back asleep I
was awoken by her loud snoring at 5:30 am. I got up to use the bathroom
thinking maybe the sound of the toilet flushing would help to slightly wake her
and stop the snoring, but no. It continued for quite a while until finally a
nurse came in to take her vitals and after that she was quiet.
My bleeding has been very minimal,
meaning it's more then spotting but not too much all at once to worry or
contact the nurse. I've been very pleased by the nurses here and feel like
after 6.5 weeks here in the hospital I have now got to know all of them.
Yesterday I had to get a new IV put
in because my other one fell out after taking a shower. I was so upset because
my other IV was such a good one. The protecting cover that one of the
nurses gave me to put over my IV while I shower wasn't big enough so the sticky
part got on the other plastic that was covering my IV, so when I pulled it
off, the IV came out. But I do have to say, the new IV I got put in was
great. The lady who came in from the IV team did such a good job to the point
where I barely felt it. I made sure to get her name for future days when I have
to get it replaced.
Looking forward to a visit from Mark
and my kids tomorrow and thanks to all those who have come to visit me and
contacted me. Hope you all have a great weekend. I can't believe Easter is just
a week away.
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