Saturday, July 30, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
This was the way I had planned to announce the pregnancy on the blog. I found it in the archives, and thought it was too clever to pass up. Enjoy!
Thought sound bits might make it be more realistic.
Rosanne: . !
Chris: . ??
Note: Only the words have been changed. Some of them, anyway.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Chris and I lay in my hospital bed because I'm in a lot of pain and I wanted some consolation, and I can't imagine that the recliner is too much of a relief for him.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
*I'm being ironic. Of course I meant to be dramatic.
Monday, July 11, 2011
So. Presidential elections are coming. In 16 months. Which means everyone who wants to run has to announce that they're going to announce that they're going to run.
Friday, July 8, 2011
- I was in the hospital for 2 days
- My privates were cut open, just like a c-section.
- I can't drive for two weeks
- I can't lift anything over 10 lbs for two weeks
- I will be "normal" in 6
- I have to take stool softener
- I am bleeding like crazy, and it's not my period
- They took stuff out of my uterus
- Peeing hurts sometimes
- My abs are shot
- Nothing in my va-jay-jay for six weeks
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
But now, because of the extent of the surgery/damage, I will have to have c-sections for all my babies. It's something about the chances of rupturing, and if you've had a c-sec before, your chances of rupturing during labor next time are less than 1%. If you've had something like more than one c-sec, your chances are 1-5%, and if you've had some of your uterus extracted and therefore shrunk, such as in the case of Yours Truly, the chances of your uterus rupturing in another labor are more than 5% (closer to 10-20%).
So. There's no way we're taking that chance, and I trust the doctors, and I can't say that I'm....disappointed by this development, per se, but I will say that it's a trip higher than Percocet to think that something's going to be one way your whole life - say, that you'll have your hoo-ha ripped open by multiple babies, you gear yourself up, try to find the positives - then, suddenly, someone tells you that's never ever an option, but instead they're going to slice your abs apart, staple you back together and call it good.
That entire paragraph was one sentence.
So any advice you have is appreciated. 'Cause this is gonna take some getting used to, and some prepping in a whole other way.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Doctor's appt today: test results were inconclusive. We'll see what happens next week!
Remember when I said that if you get cancer, you should do it in Utah? The sole reason for this is because of the Huntsman Cancer Institute, part of the complex of hospitals that belong to the University of Utah Medical School, and was made possible by Jon Huntsman, Sr. - not the man now running for president oh-twelve.
This place is the business. They take care of their own. If you are an outpatient, the nurses are friendly and fun, and the doctors are informative and considerate. Even if they give me crap for going to their rival school.
The real fun is if you get inpatient care. Man, if you're lucky enough to get surgery for your condition, they pull out all the stops. First, you get a whole room to yourself, in a hospital that is probably teeming with people in need. They don't downsize just to make more room for more patients, ergo more money. Every room has a big screen TV, a nice view (it's hard not to when they're on top of a mountain), a pull out loveseat, virtually no limits on visiting hours, and a list of movies that you can order from at any time of the day. To watch on your big screen TV.
Also, did I mention the food? The first thing I asked about when I knew I'd be staying there for more than a day was how the food was. They have a bistro on the 6th floor we'd been to quite a few times, and it was delish. The nurse said the hospital food was better.
"How is it done?" I asked.
She said they call in from local restaurants. They bring in food from chefs around town, and they give as much of it to the patients as they want!
It was all awesome.
You should try it. NO! Scratch that. Don't try it.
But if you have to, try to find a place that is as good to you as mine was. You need love in a time like that.