28 weeks pregnant! Approximately 12 to go! I had a doctor's appointment this week. It didn't exactly go as planned. I was sent home with "the drink" at my last appointment. (The sugary, glucose drink to test for gestational diabetes.) Although my mom had it with all of her children, I had no worries because I passed, no questions asked, with Ryleigh. Weight was checked, I lost two lbs since my last appointment, blood pressure was good, and they drew my blood to test it one hour after I finished the drink. Well, before the doc even had the door shut he starts in about how low my iron is. It's an 8. Normal is 12-15. He asked if I was exhausted all the time, and of course I'm thinking, "yeah! I work full time and a half, have a toddler, and I'm 28 weeks pregnant. Not to mention a house, bills, laundry, blah blah blah..." Well, apparently if I can raise my iron it should help with some of the exhaustion. (Now, what's gonna help with the back pain?! lol) I was instructed to take additional iron every day on top of what I already take and he said they would start monitoring it at my visits.
Cool, so, on to the next thing. "We will call you with your glucose results!" Awesome, yeah yeah, see ya at my next appointment. Until they call me today. There I am, about to do my speaking part at a skill trainer meeting with my employees and my phone rings from the doctor's office. "You failed your glucose test and it was by 142 points. We need to see you immediately for the 3 hour re-test." Pretty sure the lady thought she lost connection because I was silent. I was in shock. My stomach just knotted and tears welled up in my eyes. My platter (we're way past the plate) is already full. Roll in the banquet table, lady. She asked me to come in right then. There was no way. I'm 45 minutes away and I wasn't even in my own car at that point as the meeting was off site. "So tomorrow morning at 8:15 it is" she informed me. Like, I didn't even have a choice. "I'm suppose to work at 8am" was all I could think, but there wasn't an option. I have to do this asap for me and my baby. That's what's #1, hands down, most important. She let me know that since I failed so miserably that it was important that I was there as soon as possible so that they could get me on appropriate medication and diet if need be.
I.AM.FREAKED.OUT. Is my son okay? Did I do this? Why is this happening to us? Were the results wrong? If I failed by that much is there even a small chance that I will pass the retest? Will he be diabetic? What do I eat now? Should I just not eat until the retest? IS HE OKAY? This happens to a lot of women, right?
These are a very small percentage of the thoughts that ran through my head in the next 30 seconds after I hung up the phone. At this point I am just scared and in need of positive thoughts and encouraging words. I know it's not the end of the world. I know some of you may think I'm being dramatic. But if you're a mama, then you know that if it's something, ANYTHING, to do with your babies, you would be freaked out, too. Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers this evening and tomorrow.
On a great note! The hospital right by my house is opening a maternity ward...originally set to open in October. The official opening date was moved to September 12th! ONE DAY before my due date!!! Eeeeek! I really hope to deliver there!!! But, as we saw from Miss Ryleigh, my babies like to choose their own birthdays 😉 LOL
Trying to stay positive, smile, and look on the bright side of things. Today it's really hard, but tomorrow is a brand new day.
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