I'm sorry about the bad news, starling.
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1/26/09 at 6:10pm
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GBS positive.
UTI will not go away. I've gained 10 pounds of water in about as many days. Local doc is talking induction because of sepsis possibility with the kidney issue. She also thinks I'm headed for pre-e. She did a phone consult with an OBGYN in the city who shat all over my homebirth plans. Our midwives have a whole other take on it and have ordered bloodwork. We're seeing them on Wednesday. And here DP and I are in the middle, not knowing what to do. If we weren't so far from a L&D hospital, I'd feel a lot better. This sucks. : |
I am glad the midwives are there. I pray they can give you some good news.
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GBS positive.
UTI will not go away. I've gained 10 pounds of water in about as many days. Local doc is talking induction because of sepsis possibility with the kidney issue. She also thinks I'm headed for pre-e. She did a phone consult with an OBGYN in the city who shat all over my homebirth plans. Our midwives have a whole other take on it and have ordered bloodwork. We're seeing them on Wednesday. And here DP and I are in the middle, not knowing what to do. If we weren't so far from a L&D hospital, I'd feel a lot better. This sucks. : |
I'm sorry. 
: I'm so sorry you're having all of these issues creep in right now. 
: Here's my breakdown:
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So, I got all of my last minute baby/birth supply shopping done . . . yay! Of course, all of this was with the boys in tow, so they are tird out by now. Especially my two-year-old. 2yo could really benefit form a nap but he never naps except when he falls asleep by accident. He has a VERY strong, assertive, stubborn personality, that is really just something to be seen.
So, I was going to go down the hall in our apartment building to do some laundry. DS2 had been following me down the hall, carrying the little box of baking soda that I use for laundry, while I was carrying the laundry in a basket, and he was sobbing because of something-- something about wanting to help me with the laundry and I think he was afraid I had already done it without him or he had missed it, and and he wasn't understanding me as I was trying to explain to him that I still needed his help . . . so I was talking to him and letting him know I needed his help and "bring the baking soda for mommy" and so forth, and he was still crying, and the lady who lives next door to us comes out into the hall (behind us) and just stands there in the middle of the hall, staring at us with her hands on her hips. She didn't say anything, just gave me a "look". I saw her because I was looking back, cajoling DS2 on further. I couldn't get down and pick him up because my hands were full with the laundry basket. Besides, I know how he is, he didn't want to be comforted, he was going to keep fussing until he understood that he was going to get to help me, so the best thing to do was get him to the laundry room as quickly as possible. So I see that lady standing there, staring at me judgmentally as DS sobs down the hall, and I said to her, quite firmly, "Can I help you?" and she didn't say anything, didn't move, just continued to stare at me with her hands on her hips. Then another door opens, closer to us, and another neighbor lady peeks out, and sees DS crying and the other woman staring at us, and is immediately sympathetic and sweet and smiles at me and says to DS, "oh, sweetie don't cry, it makes your face all red" and all the time the other hostile woman is just standing there staring at me. I repeated to her, "Can I help you?" She still didn't say anything so I said to the nice woman, "he's just tired and needs a nap." And she was understanding, thank goodness. So anyway, we went on and did our laundry, and DS was fine once he got to help me put the baking soda in. But now I feel really self-concious and judged, you know? Like what the heck, little kids are just fussy and cranky and they cry sometimes. Doesn't make me a bad mom, I wasn't being mean or anything. :When we got back to the apartment, DS2 was still fussing about little things, like not being allowed to watch SpongeBob (they turned on the TV and saw that it was on but I don't let them watch that) until I got him interested in a PB+J sandwich. But I just dislike thinking that this lady is listening in through the walls or whatever (she's right next door), and judging my parenting just because DS is tired and fussy today. Grrr. Thanks for letting me vent. I guess I'm a little stressed out because what if she's one of those crazy neighbors who calls CPS for dumb stuff? She just looked SO hostile and judgmental, it made me wonder . . . at least I have nothing to hide if I do get a visit, but what the heck. I don't need this right now. Oh, and this neighbor? She doesn't work, her hygiene is lacking, her boyfriend is sketchy, and we can smell cigarette and pot smoke from her apartment all the time. ![]() Arrgh. ![]() |
I'm glad the other woman helped out some. I think each time you pass that woman's door, you should ring the doorbell, but keep on walking.LOL
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I went out and got almost EVERYTHING I need for the labor. I didn't find an unopened bottle of olive oil though. I got lots of baby blankets, some hats, witchhazel, rescue remedy, alcohol, hibicleanse, a douche, tissues, depends adult diapers, gatorade, baby thermometer and some other stuff I can't remember. All I need is a small unopened bottle of olive oil and a mattress pad. Not bad!
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starling
I'm sorry, I hope I didn't hurt your feelings. I know it isn't true, but I was hoping it would shut up some other people. I know alot of people who equate being bigger with "mommy did everything right"I've had alot of people tell me I've done things "wrong" during this pg ( eating healthy, and not running the the OB every time I sneeze is supposedly wrong ) that I am hoping a bigger baby just shuts them up.One last thing, I was a perfectly healthy 3 week late 5 1/2 pounder. Then my dd who was 6 weeks early, was the same weight. I believe it's all relative. |
). So we'll see.
I hope that the bloodwork comes back conclusive and helps you and your midwives formulate a plan that you're comfortable with. Hang in there. 
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