Ariana has fallen off the growth chart since her 6 month checkup and is in bellow the 5th percentile for weight and now for length too. She weighed in at 14 lbs 8.5 oz. We went to a new doc who was WORLDS better as far as giving info before having to ask, not feeling rushed and the nurse who weighed and measured Ari was so sweet and gentile with her unlike the crotchity old woman at our previous Peds office! They were thorough and asked more questions to make sure she's meeting milestones and about her nutrition. So we had to get some blood work done to see if their is any thyroid issues that is slowing down her growth or any other possibilities. She will be getting vitamin D supplements (cause BM isn't a good source for it) and they will check her iron for possible anemia, Celiac disease (gluten intolerance) and others. We get the results by Tues so I am trying not to worry and freak out until there is something concrete to worry about. She ahead on most milestones and so smart signing 2 words already and understands much more than she can communicate back yet... so we think and hope she's just got the little Filipina gene but is doing stellar with her cognitive and motor development.
THE WORST was having her blood drawn and having to hold her down while she is screaming in pain while they find the vein. I sobbed the entire time and kept saying "I'm sorry sweetie, it's almost over." I need to work on not getting sad in front of her in the future cause she needs me to be strong for her but it breaks my heart seeing her in pain and scared cause she doesn't understand what's going on and why Momma isn't stopping the pain this stranger was inflicting on her. The look in her scared tear filled eyes broke my heart. Not being able to save her from the pain had me in tears. I love this little girl beyond words could ever express.
Showing posts with label Healthcare. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Healthcare. Show all posts
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Monday, June 8, 2009
24 Weeks Mark!!! ...and a recent scare!
We are now 6 month along and have reached the viability date! If Cornbread were to be born now, she would have a chance of survival outside the womb but she better stay in there until September or else! You hear me young lady!?! (LOL)
We had a bit of a scare last Sat while playing mini golf. I felt some liquid run down my leg and wen to the bathroom to find some leakage which didn't look to be urine so we ended out put-put game to go to the emergency birthing center and get checked out incase it was amniotic fluid leaking. I was so scared and was crying because I was in such a panic since it was way too early for birth. Viability or not, she would have such a struggle being born this early! Damen stayed calm and kept reassuring me everything was probably fine and tried to calm my nerves and prevent the tears from flowing. He later admitted he was so scared but didn't let me know it until we got the ok that everything was fine and sent home. Luckily, it was not amniotic fluid and was most likely she was pressing on my bladder causing the leak. It didn't look or smell like urine which was why we went to the hospital just to make sure. They ran some tests and looked internally to see if they saw any amniotic fluid leaking and if my cervix was closed... all looked ok. We were told that next time to put a pad on and is the pad gets soaked and I am leaking more and it didn't appear to be urine, to come in with the pad and get checked again. They agreed its always better to be safe than sorry.... though they kept asking if we were first time parents... cause confusion and panic is expected then I am sure!
Anyways, while we were waiting for the doc to see us, Damen had his hand on my belly trying to calm me down and jokingly was telling our little girl to stay in there and hang tight. He felt her kick for the first time while he was doing it! Finally he had the right timing to feel her! I have been feeling and seeing her kicks for 4 weeks now but it wasn't until the past week that they have become so regular and stronger. When I get Damen to put his hand on my belly, she stops and then he gets impatient and moves away before she starts again. When he felt her, he said he thought he felt something similar before but wasn't sure. now the kicks are more pronounced and he was sure he felt it. YEA!
So that was our crazy weekend. My next checkup will be on my birthday the end of this week. It is just gonna be a weigh in and measurement of my belly and glucose test for gestational diabetes.
We have picked out our crib and dresser and will be ordering that on the 4th of July (waiting for the sales!). I'll post pics and stuff soon.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
8 weeks and exhasted...
We are now at 8 weeks and little Cornbread is the size of a raspberry. Who knew growing a berry can make you so exhasted! Still feeling bloated, constipated and perpetually drained even after a full night's sleep. I have notice a few pangs around my ute, maybe growing pains? I have my first appointment with the OB nurse on Friday. It will not be very exciting, just paper work and going over family medical history, answering questions, do's and don'ts, etc. Hopefuly I will have an esay time of scheduling the first physical exam at around 12weeks since Damen is shcedule to got TDY that same week. His insane night time work hours the next 4 weeks are going to suck becuase I am so damn exhausted all the time and he is either at work or sleeping... kinda going at it a lone for a bit.Its raining like crazy this past week which is cramping my walking workouts. Not good since I am getting chubbier by the day LOL! I just dont wnat the weight gain to get out of control especcialy being so early on. Trying to get through this week and can't wait for my energy level to return to normal. Speaking of which... time for sleepy time!
Monday, January 26, 2009
I HATE dealing with military healthcare!!!
It was supposed to be an exciting first visit to confirm the HPT we took last week. The morning sucked because of my restlessness last night. I went to sleep early (8pm) but woke up sweating and achy at 1am then couldn’t fall back asleep until 4am. D got up for work at 6:30 am which woke me too. *sigh*
Got out of bed at 7am and fixed breakfast with some yummy decaf latte. Then during my shower, I started getting queasy and had to sit for a few minutes. On my way out the door, I realized my military ID wasn't in my wallet (WTF?!?) and searched high and low for 15 minutes but then had to leave or I would miss my appointment. I figured I would just get a temporary pass with my driver’s license like had on occasion at our previous base... NOPE! They made me call D (who can't have his cell on him cause of the high security of his job and he doesn't have a desk phone since he just completed transition training since moving here from piloting a different aircraft) so I had to wait for him to get my text (since he knew about the time I was gonna be at the clinic... he luckily checked his phone!
Oh and even before the getting on base debacle... I was stopped by the police for speeding 10 mph over cause I was running late. I was an emotional mess at that point and lost *trying* to take a short cut D told me about! Oh how the tears flowed! I blame that on my hormones! Well... after explaining my situation and newness to the area, no speed sign visible since I just turned on that road (how the hell was I supposed to know the speed dropped from 45 to 35?!?) he took pity on me and let me slide.
So by the time I got to the clinic, after waiting for D to call the gat to let me on base... I was 30 minutes late for my appointment and missed it. Oooooh how the water works flowed as I was explaining my morning to the receptionist at the Women's Clinic desk. I swear I had no control over that! I was just so flustered because getting an appointment on base is SUCH a pain in the ass AND my work schedule is not flexible so getting a day off again this week would have been impossible! I am 5 weeks along at this point and new the paperwork for referrals takes a good 7-10 days to process and I just HAVE to get things rolling to get to even make a damn appointment with and OB/GYN.
They took care of me though and even though I missed me Pap follow-up appointment, I was able to get some blood drawn. So then I was told the nurse who sets up the off base referrals would be able to see me the same day and I would have to make an appoint for later in the week. The when I got home (45 minute drive off base mind you!) I call for my results... it's official... we're pregnant! I was then told I should come in ASAP to get the paper work done to be able to set up my 8 week 1st pre-natal appointment by next week considering how far along we are (thanks, no shit!). So after being told by one person I need to make arrangements later in the week, an hour later I am told by another that I should come back and be squeezed in because we need to start the paper work now. SOOOOOooo... another 45 minute drive later, got my PNV + stool softeners I needed , info on signing up for pregnancy/labor/parenting classes, free books and videos about the pregnancy and my paper work filled out to get my OB/GYN referral.
Thank F*ing God that I have no choice but to go off base for the pregnancy & birth... cause I would have turned into a raging hormonal bitch having to deal with the time consuming cluster fuck of a process dealing with going to the base for checkups!!! After the birth and going back to my PCM or a pediatric doc is another story. Having to be restricted to the base which has early closing times (government slackers!) and no weekend times SUCKS for working people! Plus it fucking 45 minutes out of our way in the middle of nowhere!
We were told when we first moved here, if you lived off base (since the base is in the middle of nowhere) we can easily signup to see a civilian doctor... then that changed out of nowhere last October and I didn't find out about that unstill I called last month to schedule my routine PAP. Did I mention I fucking hate the military healthcare process! I am going to dish out a hot slice of spousal ass chewing at the next commander's call meeting... for all that we already go through stress wise and husbands who are gone so much... the last thing we need is to have to go through a fucking obstacle course to get medical care! I am so heated and disgusted with the incompetence of this base and their slowness in correcting processes that fail in taking care of their people and their families. Don't even get me started on the off base housing allowance for the cost of living out here and the horrible state of housing one base! My husband is livid from the lack of organization of his squadron... and that disorganization and incompetence bleeds over the family support as well. It's disgusting!
Trying to focus on our blessing... at least we have a guaranteed job & have healthcare, a roof over our heads and food on the table... and thankfully able to get pregnant quickly despite the odds... we are healthy, financially stable and hopeful... trying to focus on that! Tomorrow is a new day and will be looking forward to the excitement of the days ahead.
Got out of bed at 7am and fixed breakfast with some yummy decaf latte. Then during my shower, I started getting queasy and had to sit for a few minutes. On my way out the door, I realized my military ID wasn't in my wallet (WTF?!?) and searched high and low for 15 minutes but then had to leave or I would miss my appointment. I figured I would just get a temporary pass with my driver’s license like had on occasion at our previous base... NOPE! They made me call D (who can't have his cell on him cause of the high security of his job and he doesn't have a desk phone since he just completed transition training since moving here from piloting a different aircraft) so I had to wait for him to get my text (since he knew about the time I was gonna be at the clinic... he luckily checked his phone!
Oh and even before the getting on base debacle... I was stopped by the police for speeding 10 mph over cause I was running late. I was an emotional mess at that point and lost *trying* to take a short cut D told me about! Oh how the tears flowed! I blame that on my hormones! Well... after explaining my situation and newness to the area, no speed sign visible since I just turned on that road (how the hell was I supposed to know the speed dropped from 45 to 35?!?) he took pity on me and let me slide.
So by the time I got to the clinic, after waiting for D to call the gat to let me on base... I was 30 minutes late for my appointment and missed it. Oooooh how the water works flowed as I was explaining my morning to the receptionist at the Women's Clinic desk. I swear I had no control over that! I was just so flustered because getting an appointment on base is SUCH a pain in the ass AND my work schedule is not flexible so getting a day off again this week would have been impossible! I am 5 weeks along at this point and new the paperwork for referrals takes a good 7-10 days to process and I just HAVE to get things rolling to get to even make a damn appointment with and OB/GYN.
They took care of me though and even though I missed me Pap follow-up appointment, I was able to get some blood drawn. So then I was told the nurse who sets up the off base referrals would be able to see me the same day and I would have to make an appoint for later in the week. The when I got home (45 minute drive off base mind you!) I call for my results... it's official... we're pregnant! I was then told I should come in ASAP to get the paper work done to be able to set up my 8 week 1st pre-natal appointment by next week considering how far along we are (thanks, no shit!). So after being told by one person I need to make arrangements later in the week, an hour later I am told by another that I should come back and be squeezed in because we need to start the paper work now. SOOOOOooo... another 45 minute drive later, got my PNV + stool softeners I needed , info on signing up for pregnancy/labor/parenting classes, free books and videos about the pregnancy and my paper work filled out to get my OB/GYN referral.
Thank F*ing God that I have no choice but to go off base for the pregnancy & birth... cause I would have turned into a raging hormonal bitch having to deal with the time consuming cluster fuck of a process dealing with going to the base for checkups!!! After the birth and going back to my PCM or a pediatric doc is another story. Having to be restricted to the base which has early closing times (government slackers!) and no weekend times SUCKS for working people! Plus it fucking 45 minutes out of our way in the middle of nowhere!
We were told when we first moved here, if you lived off base (since the base is in the middle of nowhere) we can easily signup to see a civilian doctor... then that changed out of nowhere last October and I didn't find out about that unstill I called last month to schedule my routine PAP. Did I mention I fucking hate the military healthcare process! I am going to dish out a hot slice of spousal ass chewing at the next commander's call meeting... for all that we already go through stress wise and husbands who are gone so much... the last thing we need is to have to go through a fucking obstacle course to get medical care! I am so heated and disgusted with the incompetence of this base and their slowness in correcting processes that fail in taking care of their people and their families. Don't even get me started on the off base housing allowance for the cost of living out here and the horrible state of housing one base! My husband is livid from the lack of organization of his squadron... and that disorganization and incompetence bleeds over the family support as well. It's disgusting!
Trying to focus on our blessing... at least we have a guaranteed job & have healthcare, a roof over our heads and food on the table... and thankfully able to get pregnant quickly despite the odds... we are healthy, financially stable and hopeful... trying to focus on that! Tomorrow is a new day and will be looking forward to the excitement of the days ahead.
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