12-4-2008 - My insurance co loves me

My mood while writing this blog: ready to eat dinner!!!!

Here's something for all you ladies out there that have the 'silk ribbons' aka cerclages. I had a major melt down yesterday. Went to the bathroom and saw what I thought was a spider floating in the toilet. Once I realized that this was no spider as it only had three legs I looked closer. It was a suture-knot and all. My head went into a tail spin...dear Lord my cerclage broke I need to get to the triage! keeping in mind that this stitch is the only thing keeping Nyah in the tumbly as close to term as possible and now it's gone. I freaked, I panicked I almost fainted- ok enough with the dramatics here...I knew I had two stitches. One on the inside and one on the outside to close the incision aka the Shirodkar. What my dr failed to mention was that one was blue, and the other is white or beige-ish- and the kicker...drum roll, the outer one dissolves and right around the two weeks post surgery is when they note this comes loose. NOW....don't you think that I should have been armed with this information? I wouldn't have freaked sending my BP to 140/90 and I wouldn't have had to endure the painful manual exam or the IV midarm. I know I'm fussin- but dang come on. After everything we go through- you would think that a tiny session of information sharing could have prevented this stress-not to mention the insurance copay. :) ok I'm done with the rant.

Nyah is hanging in there, lively as ever! She brings me comfort. I like to tip toe off to the bedroom and leave all the noise in the house and just lay down, hand on my stomach giggling and talking to her, humming nursery rhymes and daydreaming of what my little princess is going to be like. Being a parent is the most wonderful thing. What a blessing it is! What an honor! Can't you feel all my warm squishy emotions dribbling all over the place! ha I have to laugh at myself, after everything that life has tossed our way....I guess one thing you can say is this-you know you've lost the battle when you've lost your sense of humor.