Ugh... what a weekend.
Sep. 19th, 2005 03:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lls_mutantWell, it could have been a LOT worse, and for that, I'm grateful!
I've been a bit absent this weekend. That part was planned- my sis's bridal shower was this weekend and I made the journey up to New York for it on Friday. What wasn't planned was the car accident.
Lucky me.
The bad thing was I was driving alone. However, there are a lot of good things. First and foremost, that I had the accident less than 10 miles from my parents' house. Second, that I was not hurt- at all. Third, that the baby was not hurt- at all. Fourth, that although the car was banged up and isn't drivable, it's not totalled.
I'm not going to go into details about what happened during the accident, simply because I'm not sure about the legality of that. But I walked away from it, and we did go to the hospital to have the baby checked out. Definitely scary.
First of all, hospital emergency rooms scare me anyways. I have a weak stomach, and I'm always afraid I'll see some poor soul really in bad shape. Second, the receptionist had a very hard time checking me in for some reason. And third... the psychotic nurse.
Okay, I am not a nurse. I admit this. But I DO know my own body. I have been giving blood regularly since I was seventeen, and when I was younger I was on Accutane. (If you are a female on Accutane, you are REQUIRED by law to have a pregnancy test every month. It didn't matter that I was 14 and hadn't even had a boyfriend yet, much less sex.) But I've had enough needles stuck into me in my life to know exactly where to stick them. When I tell the nurse this, she should listen. She does not need to lance me in two seperate spots and dig around unsuccessfully to find blood! (When the other doctor or nurse did listen, he did it just fine on the first try.)
Second, if you are going to hook someone up to oxygen and an IV, it might be a good idea to explain WHY. Otherwise, they immediately want to panic.
Third, would it have killed her to let my mom and sister go with me to have the ultrasound done? I mean, really.
Anyway. They did the ultrasound- the baby is fine, the placenta is fine, and the baby is reconfirmed that he is DEFINITELY a boy. They did the internal exam, during which I spotted when she swabbed me, but I ALWAYS do that, pregnant or not. No dialation, no broken water, baby hasn't dropped... none of that. So they took me upstairs and hooked me up to a monitor.
Oh goodie. Contractions.
3 minutes apart, quite regular, but very mild. I mean, if I hadn't been hooked up, I would have had no idea that that's what I was feeling. They gave me some fun injections (NOT), and the contractions immediately stopped. I didn't sleep well for the night, although my mom stayed with me, and in the morning they had to give me another injection.
But they did release me, on bedrest.
Where was hubby during all this? Well, we have quite a wedding load this next month. My sister is getting married on October 8, and his very best friend is getting married October 15. So, when I decided to have my sister's bridal shower this weekend, hubby and I thought it would be a great idea for him to throw his friend's bachelor party. He'd be bored up at the shower, and this way we'd have next weekend to be together. (When he travels as much as he does, this is important.) So, he and his buds went down to Delaware for the bachelor party. Of course, once he heard what was happening, he came right up the next day. But it's a seven hour trip and he certainly wasn't going to travel that night (he'd already been drinking by the time I called), so he didn't get there until 5 the next day. But at least he got there.
Anyway, they did release me and let me go to my sister's shower, as long as I stayed lying down. So I lay on a futon mattress and felt like a sultan :) Then hubby did bring me home yesterday, and today we talked to my own OB/GYN, who gave me a clean bill of health and said that I could pretend Friday never happened at all. I'm still a little nervous and cautious and am taking it rather easy today, just in case, but that was good to hear.
As for the car... well, it will be a while before I see my car again. ::sniff:: But fortunately, it's not THAT bad, and everyone's okay, so... not much I'm going to complain about there.
So thus ends my exciting weekend. Hopefully, next weekend will be dull as hell!
I've been a bit absent this weekend. That part was planned- my sis's bridal shower was this weekend and I made the journey up to New York for it on Friday. What wasn't planned was the car accident.
Lucky me.
The bad thing was I was driving alone. However, there are a lot of good things. First and foremost, that I had the accident less than 10 miles from my parents' house. Second, that I was not hurt- at all. Third, that the baby was not hurt- at all. Fourth, that although the car was banged up and isn't drivable, it's not totalled.
I'm not going to go into details about what happened during the accident, simply because I'm not sure about the legality of that. But I walked away from it, and we did go to the hospital to have the baby checked out. Definitely scary.
First of all, hospital emergency rooms scare me anyways. I have a weak stomach, and I'm always afraid I'll see some poor soul really in bad shape. Second, the receptionist had a very hard time checking me in for some reason. And third... the psychotic nurse.
Okay, I am not a nurse. I admit this. But I DO know my own body. I have been giving blood regularly since I was seventeen, and when I was younger I was on Accutane. (If you are a female on Accutane, you are REQUIRED by law to have a pregnancy test every month. It didn't matter that I was 14 and hadn't even had a boyfriend yet, much less sex.) But I've had enough needles stuck into me in my life to know exactly where to stick them. When I tell the nurse this, she should listen. She does not need to lance me in two seperate spots and dig around unsuccessfully to find blood! (When the other doctor or nurse did listen, he did it just fine on the first try.)
Second, if you are going to hook someone up to oxygen and an IV, it might be a good idea to explain WHY. Otherwise, they immediately want to panic.
Third, would it have killed her to let my mom and sister go with me to have the ultrasound done? I mean, really.
Anyway. They did the ultrasound- the baby is fine, the placenta is fine, and the baby is reconfirmed that he is DEFINITELY a boy. They did the internal exam, during which I spotted when she swabbed me, but I ALWAYS do that, pregnant or not. No dialation, no broken water, baby hasn't dropped... none of that. So they took me upstairs and hooked me up to a monitor.
Oh goodie. Contractions.
3 minutes apart, quite regular, but very mild. I mean, if I hadn't been hooked up, I would have had no idea that that's what I was feeling. They gave me some fun injections (NOT), and the contractions immediately stopped. I didn't sleep well for the night, although my mom stayed with me, and in the morning they had to give me another injection.
But they did release me, on bedrest.
Where was hubby during all this? Well, we have quite a wedding load this next month. My sister is getting married on October 8, and his very best friend is getting married October 15. So, when I decided to have my sister's bridal shower this weekend, hubby and I thought it would be a great idea for him to throw his friend's bachelor party. He'd be bored up at the shower, and this way we'd have next weekend to be together. (When he travels as much as he does, this is important.) So, he and his buds went down to Delaware for the bachelor party. Of course, once he heard what was happening, he came right up the next day. But it's a seven hour trip and he certainly wasn't going to travel that night (he'd already been drinking by the time I called), so he didn't get there until 5 the next day. But at least he got there.
Anyway, they did release me and let me go to my sister's shower, as long as I stayed lying down. So I lay on a futon mattress and felt like a sultan :) Then hubby did bring me home yesterday, and today we talked to my own OB/GYN, who gave me a clean bill of health and said that I could pretend Friday never happened at all. I'm still a little nervous and cautious and am taking it rather easy today, just in case, but that was good to hear.
As for the car... well, it will be a while before I see my car again. ::sniff:: But fortunately, it's not THAT bad, and everyone's okay, so... not much I'm going to complain about there.
So thus ends my exciting weekend. Hopefully, next weekend will be dull as hell!
