This place is aptly named. It's been crazy here, and not in a good way.
As much as I appear to complain about how these pregnancy-related things annoy me, I deal with them. The things that drive me the craziest are when they start to affect Kaydence. And we had one of those in the last few days.
I am supposed to meet with the diabetes educator. I was told she'd call me, but she didn't. We'll set that aside, I called her on Friday to make an appointment for after my monthly U/S, because Left-brain was with me, and, if my head starts spinning too much, I can't deal with the information and it's good to have a backup person in him. She said she'd be out til this oming Thursday, so I've been kind of maneuvering this brave new world as best I can for a week and half. I even Googled the topic of what I can eat, and that didn't help. All it did was make me scared to eat anything. And, no one ever told me that I should be eating before those U/S appointments. I usually stopped and got milk or chocolate milk on the way down and then got a real breakfast afterwards, and she was hopped up for our visits, but then this happened and I was scared to drink that.
So, anywho, I ended up at the U/S appointment with no breakfast. And Kaydence wouldn't practice breathing. She took two single "breaths" in a 10-minute interval. And the tech said she had to let the doctor know. Which had me FREAKING OUT and in tears. They said it was "probably" because of the lack of breakfast, but, when it comes to Kaydence, I am Worst Case Scenario Wendy, and I was worried it was something else. Left-brain didn't say anything except, "You need to eat", but I could see he was more concerned. He hates the hospital anyway, since his last experience with it was a month spent there while his first wife was being diagnosed with liver failure. I was getting a little frustrated, because everyone keeps saying, "You need to eat," but no one was willing to say, "This is what you should be eating. The nurse finally told me to eat an egg sandwich.
Which I did do this morning. And she loved it. She started flipping and wiggling going down the road. I told her to make sure that she saved some of those flips for the U/S room, which, for once, she listened to. She did exactly what she needed to do, "breathed" well, moved well. She "breathed" the entire time they were monitoring her, the tech said she "breathed beautifully." She even said that she could look and see my baby wasn't sick. She was perfectly fine. It was such a relief, I started crying (I wish I could make money as easily as I make tears lately). We even got really cute shots of Kaydence. She has the chubbiest cheeks, I can see them even though it wasn't a 3D US. And she's so pretty. I texted Left-brain to tell him we make pretty babies!
I'm glad we got through that today. It was a pretty rough night to worry. I tried to remember that, prior to U/S, they didn't test to see if she was practicing breathing, and that she has good guardian angels in my aunts and my gramma, and that we do have people who pray for us, but, in the moment, it was scary. I hope the next 11 weeks go quickly for us, I can't wait to see my girl.