Passing the Time

On Wednesday, my husband and I actually walked away from a doctor's appointment without a zombie-like demeanor or tears running down our faces.  This is not to say that no tears were shed on my behalf during our appointments.  The minute our ultrasound began I was wiping away tears even though it was a basic-making-sure-all-the-vitals-are-working type of ultrasound.  Maybe I'm a little shell shocked.  We did get a good look at her cute little foot though...

I next cried at our appointment with a social worker.  The social worker acts as a nice liaison between us and the myriad of doctors/specialists that we get to talk to. She also acts as a counselor, making sure that we are coping okay.  Although I feel that on the whole I am doing well, I did break down a little when asking about the NICU. One of my bigger worries is that our little baby won't be able to breathe, and that she will  get whisked away before I have a chance to see her.  The social worker assured me that the nurses will do everything they can to make sure I can see her and have her lie on my chest while I am getting all stitched up.  And when I am all done I will be wheeled directly to the NICU.  That was reassuring.  Next week we will actually get a tour of the NICU.  Besides the social worker, I am glad to know I have friends who have gone through the NICU experience, and a friend who works as a nurse in the NICU.  You will all be hearing the rest of my questions shortly. 

Today is another important doctor day for us as we will be meeting with the cranio-facial surgeon at Seattle Children's this afternoon.  We are really looking forward to meeting the doctor and getting more information about our little girl's prognosis and future.  I will be bringing tissues--not just because I am expecting the worse, but because just reading about the hospital on its own website caused a minor breakdown.  I would like to blame it all on pregnancy hormones, which may play a minor part, but the rest of the blame goes to uncertainty and worry.

Really, I don't cry all that often. Most days I pass the time tidying, looking at pinterest, eating sweets, and playing classical music for babygirl.  She really seems to respond well to Chopin.  Today we are trying out Dvorak, and she is moving around a lot to that too. 

And just a little FYI, you may start seeing Google Ads show up on the blog.  I don't really want to profit off of my daughter's misfortune's, but somehow we have to pay for all of the hospital parking fees.