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Bits and pieces

25 Apr

I’m a little all over the place right now.  Please forgive me.  I’m craving a chocolate malt made with high quality ice cream and I’m only finally breaking radio silence to hopefully distract myself.

I felt I had made so much progress to get back on track with my numbers, but it’s so easy to slip.  Last week not so good.  I missed at least two doses of my NPH, left my meter at home one day and missed nearly a whole day of testing and the corresponding bolus insulin, didn’t do a lick of physical activity outside of walking to and from my car…

I hate myself for letting myself and the little one down.  I hate that I know that the MFM doctor isn’t going to be encouraging, only stern… I hate that when I’m feeling down, I only want to indulge some more… which leads us right back into the ugly cycle.  Like a whirlpool, I get sucked in and down, down, down.

I can’t bottom out though.  I have lil Salty to think about.

Oh little creature of gentle nudges, random cases hiccups, rolling position changes and relentless bed-time Jazzercize, I love you.  You are so precious to me.  I’m going to work to be the best mom I can be, which means being the healthiest I can be.  I promise.

Blood pressure has been up a bit and I’ve noticed “significant” swelling in my feet.  I hadn’t noticed anything major until this last weekend.  Friday at Dr. V’s office, my BP was 113/60.  Not bad.  I hadn’t noticed any swelling, but she did remark, oh look at your little feet! And then I noticed that yes, my flintstone feet were looking a bit more vienna sausage than usual.  Hrmm… THEN all weekend, they did swell.  Probably a bit because I was sedentary.  It happens… so this morning at Dr. McMFM’s my BP was 130/66 and my feet, while not as badly swollen as they had been, had no defined ankle.  I ask her about it and she said that 1) I had no protein in my urine (thank the heavens!), and 2) my BP is always around that number when they record it at that  office… Um what?  It’s usually around 115-120, at least since my sugars have been in better control and I quit my second job… I suspect it’s the White Coat Syndrome and my distrust of that office that might be a factor… but I’m still concerned.

So yeah, I was totally at the MFM’s today… after an appointment only just Friday with the OB.  Yes.  It’s happening.  I get to do Non-Stress Tests with them both.  As in twice a week.  Dr. V brought it up at my appointment with her last Friday… apparently in the transfer of my file or whatever communication they have between offices, Dr. McMFM said that she wants me doing NSTs at her office, too… as in, I should do them twice a week.  Immediately.  SUUUUUUUUUCK!  You know it’s fishy when your own doctor is trying to explain that she wants you to just go with it and then goes to say, “I don’t know, maybe it’s the money…”  WHAT?  Not exactly reassuring, Dr. V.

Also, these Non-stress tests are totally stressful.  Possibly contributing to why my BP was up a bit this morning.  I may have mentioned that Dr. McMFM’s office has these horrible recliners that they use instead of the standard exam “table”… they’re weird.  And for a person who is under 5 foot, it’s nigh impossible to get comfortable.  I spent about 40 minutes while they tried to get baby “on” where I couldn’t breathe fully because my neck was thrust forward and my boobs were choking me to death.   Finally a nurse had the idea to have me sit up.

Also, Salty!Baby is a night owl.  She seems to be most energetic when I’m trying to sleep… at night.  Not at 8:30 a.m.  So they had to “buzz” her awake and made me drink two cups of cold water while trying to maintain my supine position (seriously, get some straws).  Well, then she’s awake… and wants to party.  They couldn’t maintain her heart rate on the monitor because she kept evading the monitor.  *sigh*  I was hooked up for over an hour before they could get a good tracing on her.  Sad thing was, Cindy even straight up said that baby was looking good, but it didn’t count until they could clearly read that on the monitor.  *facepalm*  Machines are only half of medicine.

Note to self: MFM visits correlate with whirlpools of self-loathing and neglect… remember to seek out another MFM for future pregnancies and to send critical letter via registered mail postpartum.

Prenatal Recap

2 Apr

I saw the doctor yesterday.  She’s telling me that I’ll have weekly visits which will include Non-stress Tests starting on the 15th until I deliver…

I want to tear my hair out.  See,  part of me knows that being scheduled to be there is just part of ‘how they do things’ – it’s cookie-cutter care.   I know that this recommendation is just part of a larger recommendation for care of pregnant diabetics, and that very little takes me and my baby’s individual needs into account.  And I have this budding faith in us that Salty!Baby and I don’t need this constant monitoring… But in real life, I’m not good at playing assertive.  When I try, I just end up getting grumpy and passive-aggressive.  And there’s a significant part of me that does worry that something could go terribly wrong and we wouldn’t catch it *in time* if I intentionally skip out on an appointment…

This inner conflict between wanting to say, “no, I won’t do this” and just submitting are driving me nuts.  I also realize that I feel that if I had a condition that was a result of the pregnancy and had little to do with my health prior to conception, I wouldn’t feel so conflicted about these extra tests and doctor’s visits.  I could just throw my hands up and say, “oh well, it wasn’t meant to be” and that would be it… but that’s not the case.

I’m scheduled to be at the MFM’s office this coming Friday and looking at my original appointment card, I was just supposed to be there for a download and ultrasound, but the second appointment card (their scheduling lady always gives me a new card for each appointment that I already have on the calendar in addition to the newly scheduled appointment) says “NST” so I assume that they’re going to have me do the non-stress test there too.  (And I already scheduled an NST-specific appointment with them on the 15th.)  I mentioned this to Dr. V and she said to go in for that one and then tell them that she’ll take over the non-stress tests afterward and to just tell them that will be the case.  *sigh* I don’t like that it’s been put on me to be the one to say these things.  If I’m going to the Maternal-Fetal specialist that they wanted, even though it was apparent from day 1 that the way they practice is not a good fit for me, all because they are used to communicating between the offices, you’d think that they’d already have this NST thing worked out, or that at least my OB would tell her nurse to call the MFM’s office and straighten it out.  Now the onus is on me.  I missed the opportunity to call after my appoint because the MFM’s office closes at noon, so I hope that I can be clear and assertive when I call on Monday and tell them what the OB wants.

If I really get to expect to do these non-stress tests once a week, then I’d at least prefer to do it at the office with the friendlier staff.

On a parting note, partially inspired by an old blog post by the Well-Rounded Mama (“You Have the Right to Decline to be Weighed”, March 26, 2010), I asked the nurse to not tell me my weight.  I didn’t feel like being “difficult” by refusing to be weighed, but I realized that after last weekend’s downward spiral, I didn’t want to hear numbers.  So I closed my eyes as I stepped on, she covered up the digital read-out and then simply didn’t announce the number.  No one got hurt or had to exert extraordinary amounts of effort and I walked away from that moment without feeling like a sheep OR a cow.  🙂 Small victories.

P.S.  I discovered The Well-Rounded Mama in the last week and I highly recommend her if you’re concerned with the way the medical establishment approaches larger patients, especially pregnant moms.

P.P.S. Navelgazing Midwife has a nice description of a non-stress test.  She is a former midwife and now acts as monitrice/doula, so her blog definitely exhibits a pro-NCB viewpoint, but she’s actually quite moderate.

Doctors’ Appointment Update:

13 Mar

I finally get to confirm that we are indeed expecting a little girl!

Oh no! Bring on the pink! (I spent the entire afternoon working on my registry – ugh!)

The appointments I had Thursday went as expected.

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Pre-doctor thoughts

1 Feb

I’m feeling less emotional about addressing issues with the kidlet’s grandparents. I really needed to get that out.

On another note, I noticed that baby is really active this morning. She had been rather “quiet” all weekend and then thirty minutes ago, BOOM, the circus has come to my uterus. I wonder if he or she is moving because he or she senses my doctor-anxiety or if it’s just random…

Also: low blood sugar = high blood pressure. This is such a “DUH” moment for me. If my blood sugar gets low, my adrenal glands produce adrenaline and one of the effects of adrenaline is an increase in heart rate and blood pressure. DUH. So if I’m more careful about my blood sugar and keeping it steady at a healthy level, my blood pressure will not be affected. If I am not, the adrenaline monster will creep up and bite my ass. And I have enough trying to raise my BP without adding extra fiends.

Doc appointment in an hour, I best get cracking on my last few work tasks and get that BG chart filled out.

Yesterday’s Doctor’s Visits

19 Jan

I’m sure that I mentioned that I had not one, but TWO doctor’s visits scheduled yesterday.  I had an appointment scheduled at Dr. V’s downtown office and an appointment scheduled with Dr. Endocrine’s FNP, Jennifer.  I made crazy stupid plans to work 7-9 a.m. and then if I could finish up early enough at the endocrine clinic, I’d return for a 4-6 p.m. stint.  Oh Salty! You are so cute sometimes – look at you planning stuff!

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It’s Gettin’ to Be That Time

17 Jan

Soooooooo…

Being at 20 weeks means that pretty soon my doc will tell me if my hubby and I are having a little boy or a little girl.

I know I’ve been leaning towards one side of the binary and I’ve been telling people that it doesn’t matter to me because no matter what sex my child may be born as, I don’t want to make him/her/zhir feel like they have to live up to some specific gendered stereotype… or only have toys that are pink or not be allowed to play with dolls.   (Other people desire that too: here’s an old news item about a Swedish couple that specifically refused to reveal their child’s sex to avoid confining the child to a gender.)

But I’m really excited to find out!  I can’t wait!  My doc didn’t specifically say that she’d tell me on Tuesday when I’m there so I’m hoping that at the very least I can schedule the appointment to find out, if she won’t be able to tell me tomorrow.

What do you think?

Also: if you’re really bored, here’s a list of names we like – a.k.a. the list that proves our nerdiness, so leave it alone!

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Post-prenatal

8 Jan

The prenatal I had on Thursday was pretty easy.

I did have an *ahem* internal exam because they wanted to do cultures. I didn’t freak, but I hope I don’t have any more exams any time soon – the speculum she used was SQUEAKY… not exactly confidence inspiring.’

Dr. V mentioned that I should be able to feel baby “just below my belly button” – it’s true! She/He’s not hanging out down low anymore – there’s a real baby, about the size of a mango chillin’ out near my belly button! So cool!

Doctor tomorrow!

5 Jan

I see my OB, Dr. V tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully my insurance transition will go smoother with this doctor’s office.  My visit, I’m not worried about.  I wasn’t able to get my Quad Screen done because there was no order for it for the nurses to give me – I’m a little confused on how that worked out, but honestly, I’m not worrying about it because once I have the blood drawn I know I’ll be a wreck until I hear the results. I will, however, show her my blood glucose log that I haven’t been filling out as I go, so that is going to cause me a sore hand tonight.

I’m also going to take my food diary.

I just started it Monday evening, and after just three days I’m disappointed in myself.  Why? Because I know I can eat better. I know the *hows* of healthy-conscious meal planning and preparation, but I just can’t consistently implement it. Okay, it’s not that I can’t, it’s that I don’t. But keeping the food diary, which will help me carb count, which in turn will help me use my insulin more effectively and reduce my dependence on the bolus (mealtime) injections, is going to make me pay attention.

I entered this pregnancy with out of control type 2 diabetes. I want to do what I can to reduce my child’s chances of having diabetes him- or herself. That notion means that I want to breastfeed (which may reduce the child’s risk of developing diabetes) and I need to train myself to eat healthy proportions of a variety of healthy foods so I can set an example of how to live. I have to hold myself accountable for my eating for my kid’s sake and that’s that.