Surgery went well. Thanks for asking. They ended up bypassing all four arteries going to his heart! That man has eaten anything and everything he wanted for the better part of his 64 years and this is the result. I'm glad he got through surgery well, but am not at all confident that he'll make the requisite lifestyle changes to ensure he won't end up in the same place again in a few years.
I know just what you mean about not wanting to go there wrt DTD. I'm just not in that place at all right now. I'm happy for you that you're getting some sexy time though. I'm not even ready for THAT yet. Nada! Maybe if DH ever gets his head out of his ass and starts helping me manage a household of two kids, then I might reconsider.
Originally Posted by cat13
Erika, how did your FIL's surgery go?
As for DTD, I am still too chicken to do it. Today I'm officially 6 weeks pp, but I'm just barely starting to feel sexy again, and I'm not interested in having anything get close to my who-ha yet. We have been having some sexy time a little lately, so I'm glad that my head is getting back in the game.
AFM, I'm starting to feel like I'm getting in a good groove at home and taking care of DS. And I've decided to fully enjoy my next two weeks off instead of being sad about going back to work. My folks are visiting, and as soon as they leave, I'm going to set up a mommy date with some new friends that I made from my Lamaze class.
Michelle: I'm sorry your house has the sickies too. What misery, especially for the littles. It just breaks my heart. That is a total load of crap that your insurance is pulling. I hope you plan to put up a good fight. Rolling over and accepting a $15k hospital bill because of a TECHNICALITY is sooo not right! Give them hell...lots of hell!
Originally Posted by Italiamom
AFM -- Both DD and I have colds. I am absolutely terrified that there will be some kind of complication for her, and that she'll need antibiotics again. She was on a 10 day course from the hospital at two weeks, and I'm just petrified that she'll get some kind of infection and need them again. Her gut cannot handle it. Or worse that she will end up hospitalized again.
And the hospital... We got the hospital statement from our insurance company on Saturday. They're not paying anything. Not one red cent. The reason? With emergency admittance, you're supposed to call a number on the back of the insurance card within 24 hours. I did call the insurance company within that time to verify that we were at the right hospital. Apparently I called the *wrong* number on the back of the card. So even though I spoke with my insurance company, and they knew DD was in the hospital within the appropriate time period, they're not paying because I didn't call the correct 800 number. $15,000! I've been crying all weekend, it looks like we might have to get the hospital involved, or possibly even take our insurance company to court. Great. DD has full coverage insurance, but because I didn't call the correct phone number when I had already not slept in more than 24 hours, I'm stuck with $15k in new bills. You would think, too, that when I talked with my insurance and verified that we were at the correct hospital, and said, "I just want to make sure I'm covering all my bases" that they would maybe verify that I'd called the other number, right? Nope.
So between being sick, and the insurance, I've had several panic attacks over the last 48 hours, which doesn't help things. I wish I could take a triple dose of Nyquil, make a huge hot toddy, and go to bed for a few days. Not gonna happen, but a mama can dream...
AFM: As I mentioned above, DH is such a total ass right now. I've even had dark thoughts of the kids and I being better off without him (I'm not sure I really believe that, though). I just don't know what to do. He is incapable of listening to reason right now. We used to be able to talk things out, but ever since I had my miscarriage last summer, our ability to communicate has completely flown out the window. I get that he's consumed with worry for his dad, but that doesn't explain why he's been so lax on caring for ME for the past several months. He was completely absent, emotionally, during my entire pregnancy. He only interacts with DS2 about once a day and doesn't even hold him daily. I don't think he even touched him yesterday...not once. He plays with DS1, but that's about it. He just doesn't consider that being a daddy involves more than playing with blocks and trucks with the boy. I guess this would be better suited for the complaint thread, but it just doesn't feel like a typical complaint. It's bigger than that. We have a problem.