/ The RE's Muse: . (guess who showed up?)

The RE's Muse

After 4 years of infertility, 2 surgeries, 1 miscarriage, and 19 months of high risk pregnancies, hubby and I now have two little women in our lives--one a toddler, the other not far behind. Buckle your seatbelts, it's gonna be a wild ride.

Friday, March 09, 2007

. (guess who showed up?)

Today was my postpartum OB appointment and the irony of it all is that yesterday, 5 weeks to the day that Daniela was born, I got my period. Haha...oh, life, you're so funny.

All bleeding aside, the visit was pretty low-key; low-key, that is, if you consider breaking down in front of the nurse taking your vitals low-key.

The appointment started with a bang after I signed in at the desk and was called up shortly thereafter. Hmm...apparently, they did not have any appointment scheduled for me today. This of course caused me to have a mini-breakdown on the spot, tearfully telling the receptionist that I simply had to be seen today. I could have kissed her when she told me she could get me in with one of the other OBs (i.e., not my regular guy). I didn't care as I'd seen this other OB before and she was somewhat familiar with my care/story/etc.

I'm sure the nurse gave her the heads up after she took my vitals because the OB walked in and was immediately concerned, asking me how I was feeling, was I having any thoughts of hurting myself (no), and so on. She had heard a little bit about what had happened to Daniela and inquired as to how she was doing. She took some time with me, asking the right questions and just listening.

It was hard letting it out there but I did it. She gave me a two-week script for pr0zac, saying that she wants me to call her in two weeks time to let her know if I'm feeling any better and, if so, she'll call in the refill then. I couldn't get that script filled fast enough. Let's hope it starts working fairly soon, shall we?

Oh, and to top off the shit sandwich that was my day, when I turned on my car to leave the OB's office, a message popped up on my dash message center--tire pressure very low. So, um, yeah, turns out there's a screw in one of my tires--one of the four brand-new tires I bought at the dealer less than two weeks ago. Looks like I'll have to drive my happy ass back over there to get it plugged.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to head out to take the littlest monkey to the pediatrician. She may have reflux or some other such eating/swallowing/wtf? malady that makes her a screaming inconsolable banshee several times a day.

Yep, never let it be said that I can't roll with the punches, eh?

3 Comments:

At 5:22 PM, Blogger WriterGrrl said...

Dude, that is EXACTLY what happened at my PP visit with Baby J. "what? We don't have an appointment for you. Why are you here?" Except that I totally got flustered and didn't discuss half of what I wanted to. Which is why I wound up back there a couple weeks later for my drugs. Here's to feeling better!

 
At 7:12 PM, Blogger Cat, Galloping said...

i'm so glad you reached out for and got the help you needed. and that it really *does* help, and soon.

 
At 12:45 PM, Anonymous Kristin said...

If I may echo Cat, Galloping: kudos to you for reaching out. I hope you get good results and soon. I imagine that the return of the period (not nearly as much fun as the king, or the jedi, unfortunately) isn't helping the general mood, or the feeding of the small munchkin, if she's nursing. (I had a major drop-off in production and big slow-down in the let-down reflex when mine came back, which made for one ferocious screaming baby every time he tried to eat. But things levelled off and got better. Extra calcium and magnesium and water helped too, I think.) I hope you get a nice restful break soon. Feel better -

 

Post a Comment

<< Home


free hit counter