We are finally emerging from the post-hospital haze, which is similar in almost every respect to the post-hospital haze from last year; it occurred during the same months, I went through the same cleaning rituals- mostly gutting the fridge and vacuuming dog hair- I FINALLY saw friends, and I’m working on reading a Brandon Sanderson book. Well, I’m reading like 7 books but a Sanderson novel is in the stack. I even delved into the accumulated DME supplies with intentions to write a post about them soon. Added to the mix this time though:
Adventures in g-buttons
June got a gastronomy button during her hospitalization, and there’s been a learning curve involved for Greg and me. They say don’t cry over spilled milk. Well, what if the milk is spilled several times a day throughout your house and onto your toddler’s and your own 3rd, 4th, and 5th outfits for the day, and onto furniture and sheets, for several weeks and it attracts ants- a different species in each room actually- and THEN your steam cleaner AND your washing machine both break? Cry then? Well, I didn’t cry. But I did harass hubby with play-by-play texts every day and then hand the children and the house off to him the millisecond he arrived home all of this week.
Adventures in hyperdrive
After a hospitalization, all of the normal elements of life are multiplied by a factor of 2, 3, 6, or 10… The kids want to catch up on missed parental attention. Medical bills and filing tasks have piled up. Lots of specialist check-ups have to happen after the hospital stay- especially because June had had so many med and surgery changes at once and she’s having some unexplained tachycardia.
New prescriptions and new DME orders need corrected and followed up on. New reactions to these new prescriptions and DME orders need corrected and followed up on (see above on g-buttons and a 211 heart rate). And after each visit, phone calls must be made to keep the whole medical team (doctors, nurses, home therapy, schedulers, DME, insurance) in the loop. Random house/life things have accumulated, like chasing down a lost insurance check to replace our roof, realizing the car inspections are expired, and troubleshooting brown patches in the yard before we get an HOA letter. Also, Rowan has discovered video games via Lego Jurassic Park played on the computer. And in true gamer fashion, he’s broken a controller in frustration and is breaking my keyboard key. by. key. Right now I have no zero button and no [letter missing from the word btton] btton. I’m actally typing everything withot that letter and then atocorrecting. Its tremendos fn.
Adventures in pregnancy
This pregnancy has flown by with no complications. I’ve been too busy to think much about being pregnant aside from taking my prenatal pills and limiting my caffeine. There were no weekly “what sized fruit is the baby!” tracking and no monthly belly photos. I was, however, quite aware of and anxious about passing the points in pregnancy at which June was diagnosed with tachycardia (30 weeks) and when June was delivered early (34w 3d). Both mile markers passed without incident, and I’m relieved. But now at 35w 4d I’m acutely aware of the fact that I’ve only been this hugely and uncomfortably pregnant once, and I was on bedrest at the time with no children at home. I’m tired. My belly keeps knocking things over. This baby is doing gymnastics constantly. The heartburn is no fun. Strangers look at me warily like I’m a ticking bomb. And this is the first time ever that I haven’t had a weekly look at my baby in the third trimester; because of my swelling and blood pressure issues with Rowan, I got a biophysical profile ultrasound and non-stress test every 4 days toward the end, and with June (who never made it this far in pregnancy) I had a weekly fetal echo cardiogram AND ultrasound. In my experience, having an uncomplicated pregnancy is the anomaly. It is an odd experience.
I have 11 posts drafted (incomplete and not scheduled) and two additional to add. I have lots of good intentions. Lots of ideas. HOWEVER, I will be very impressed with myself if I post again before the baby arrives. See above.