Book Title: What About Me?

So, I am learning very quickly that my body is just an incubator for this little being growing inside me. And it is safe to say that I might not matter...that much. It has become apparent that my primary job is to keep this baby's heartbeat going. This became obvious when I got the flu last week and had to make another little trip to Labor and Delivery (L & D). Since I had been throwing up all night, the advise nurse was afraid I might be dehydrated, so they told me to come in "within the hour."

So after calling and waking two different friends at 7:45am, I finally found a ride to l & d **Thanks Isaac & Diane too** (Nick had court...as a part of his job, not because he broke the law :) Anywho...so I get to l & d and they get me a room right away and I am thinking "Oh good, I feel so awful, they will do something to help me, finally." Well, no, not actually.

So, the nurse comes into the room, tells me to undress from the waist down and put on "the booty tube" as Nick calls it. Its like a tube top that goes around your belly to hold down the baby heart monitor. Then I am thinking..."ok, she is going to give me some 7 up or something for my stomach. Or at least an emesis tub." NOPE. She puts on the monitor, asks if I have felt the baby move in the last hour, tells me to wait for the doctor and walks out of the room. "Um, ma'am, waiii...."

Meanwhile, my legs are hanging down off this chair/table and I have wires sticking out of my booty tube AND I have NO support. Once I finally find out how to pull out the table to put my legs up, I start gagging again and feel like I am going to throw up. I scan the room and there is a closet door labled "Large Emesis Tub," but it is like 9 feet up. So I look for a trash can and the only one I find is for "hazardous materials." So I resign myself to just puking on the floor.

20 minutes later...

Knock, knock. "OHHHH good, the doctor is here to help me..."

NOT!

She came in, read the baby's heartrate sheet, checked for contractions, asked if the baby had kicked recently, told me our baby looks "really healthy," told me I wasnt dehydrated, then said "take care of yourself....you probably have the flu...which is very tough on pregnant women."

Uh, NO DUH!!!!!!!!

So...after finding out our baby was perfectly fine, even with my high fever, I was kicked to the curb. With no 7 up or crackers and NO RIDE HOME!

So I am sitting on a cement block outside the hospital, trying to call Isaac or Nick and the Dr. chases me out of the hospital to tell me "dont forget your prescription!"

Oh, yes, thank you. How could I forget.

At one point I was so sick and wishing I could be in bed so bad that when a bus drove by, my first thought was to start running after it and get on it. But then I realize...I have NO MONEY! Then I realize...I wouldnt even know what bus to take. Then I wonder...do buses take ATM cards? Ha. Honestly, I dont know what I was even thinking. I am 6 months pregnant with the flu, I am not running ANYWHERE. It must have been desperation...in fact, I know it was.

Yea, that day wasnt so sweet. But luckily Nick was able to pick me up pretty soon after my discharge and put me in bed for a long days rest. Luckily it was only a 2 1/2 day flu. Feeew.

Good thing I can laugh about it now, but it sucked when it was happening. Thats for damn sure.

Now I am onto better things anyway...like back pain and my belly popping out of the bottom of my maternity shirts, already :) hehehe.