Wednesday, October 29, 2008
What a day at the MFM's!
I've been having particularly bad days for the past 3 days. Just more of the same stuff: constant heartburn, back pain, headache, and now a possible UTI. I get to my appointment in the mist of a mini-hurricane (luckily the rain stopped for me to get in and out of the car - God looking out for me) and after maybe five minutes of sitting there I start crying. I know! Out of no where (though I did cry Monday after tasting the mini-freedom of my shower to be back on solitary confinement) but not sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office. I go to the bathroom to sort of check myself, you know? But guess what? It doesn't work, so I'm in there for almost 10 minutes trying to make myself stop. Hormones strike again, I guess. When I come out the nurse is waiting for me to go in. As soon as she asks me how I'm doing, I start blubbering all over again. She says, "You're done, aren't you?" Which just makes me cry harder. She asks what's bothering me the most, and I list all my current ailments. "Ok, I'll be sure to tell the doctor before she comes in, ok?" She checks me out, I'm still holding at 1.6, but still no current measurement of baby. Reason: they don't want to examine me longer than necessary. I guess, so now I have no idea how big he is. Once she's done, good ole Dr. Sicuranza comes in - I love her. She says she knows how frustrated I am but she's going to do everything in her power not to send me back to the hospital until it's time. She does, however, escort me to the other side of the office to get a culture to check for possible UTI or infection and put me on the fetal monitor. Again, I love all the nurses and staff connected to her office and my hospital, 2 of the nurses sit with me and chit chat with me to help me stop crying. Then Dr. S comes back in and surprises me by asking, "Are you mad at me?" Wasn't expecting that! But I explained how I know I need to stick it out but I'm in so much discomfort and pain the majority of the time. "Stop suffering in silence." She tells me to take a tylenol when I'm in pain, to take tums when I have the heartburn, and let her know every time something really pains me. I explain that I just don't want any more drugs in my system. She tries really hard to assure me everything is safe and fine with taking these over the counter meds, but I just don't want to add more toxins to my baby's system, you know? Then she does a quick exam of my extremities to make sure I'm not swollen, reflexes are good, and pressure is normal - all check out...until...she checks my left side and back (where I feel the most pain) and she literally exclaims outloud. She has the 2 nurses come over to exam me too, turns out I have a really bad back spasm on my left side. She told me I can sleep on my right side too, but the problem is this: sleep on left side = back pain, sleep on right side = dibilitating hip joint pain - decisions decisions? She orders me to get a maternity massage to get the spasm out because if I don't take care of it, the continued pressure to the baby will put me back in the hospital - Whoa! I cried some more and she assured me 3 more weeks, "You're at the finish line! You can do it!" There's that awesome doctor smile, and I'm sent home with a few prescriptions should I choose to use them for pain and heartburn. I did the research and I have an appointment at Nordstrom's (if you can believe it they were the cheapest maternity massage!) I'm trying to look forward to it, but I wonder how long it will ward off the pain. Optimistic much?