31 Weeks

I've made it to 31 weeks in my pregnancy! I'm celebrating another milestone. I guess some would say 32 weeks because I have completed 31 weeks and it's the beginning days of week 32. The medical profession says 31 weeks though. Then tomorrow is 31 weeks and 1 days or something like that. Make sense? Don't worry, it confuses me too.

There's an ultrasound machine in my room right now. My nurse came in a little while back and said that someone was coming up from the lab to draw my blood. I tried to explain that I don't bleed well, if at all, this early in the day and that the lab is supposed to come in the afternoon or evening. She argued that because of high blood pressures the last few says they need to get these labs in earlier so that they can get the results quicker. She also mentioned that on my chart there is an order from last to start me on an IV and not allow me to eat or drink after midnight and she was asking why wasn't carried out. I explained that my blood pressure was coming down, so we didn't do that. Then she said that my DR would be in soon and she's going to do an ultrasound and check the fluids and things like that.

Here's sort of how last night went down, and why that order was placed. The order placed by my DR, by the way, to not allow me to eat or drink and to get the IV lock in was so that she could deliver the baby today. So hopefully we have things under control for the moment now. I haven't talked to her yet today, but I bet I will soon.

Last night the nurse came in and took my blood/sugar reading. It was 186 and I didn't think that was right and I didn't feel like she did the right procedure when testing it. Then she left the room with the machine before it calculated the result and left me sitting in the dark about it. She comes back a little while later saying my blood/sugar was 186 and I have to have 4 units of insulin for that. So she shot me with 4 units of insulin. Well last I had heard all the other nurses kept telling me that my insulin doses were done at specific times regardless of the reading. So I was nervous as to whether it was really DR ordered to give me that shot, because I had another 22 units due two hours later. So this nurse had me all stressed out.

My husband and daughter were visiting me and she told me she was going to put me on the monitor to listen to the baby, and my little girls got so excited that she was going to get to hear her little brother for the first time and so they waited. Well the nurse left the room and didn't come back for an hour and a half. My husband and daughter had already left by then, of course, it was just way too late.

Apparently I have done nothing but complain about anything and everything since I've gotten here, or sometime before, I'm not sure. My husband felt the need to call me on the drive home and scream and yell at me about how inconsiderate I am for all he's doing for everyone by always complaining about my problems and never being happy about anything and being negative about everything. I'm hurting myself and everyone around me and I need to stop talking about what's wrong all the time and try and pretend to be happy so I'm not bumming everyone else out. Well I know I do that for the kids. I thought my husband was someone I could lean on when times are tough, but apparently times are tougher for him and since he's not leaning on me, I should show him the same courtesy. Well, I''ll try. However, I think it was entirely out of line to treat me like that when I'm in the hospital with a life threatening condition, not just for me but for our baby, stemming from hypertension! He also went off on me about how I should have said something to the nurse if it bothered me so much instead of crying to him about it. I need to speak up for myself, he's sick of me complaining about things because I won't speak up for myself. He doesn't understand Anxiety obviously. It's not like I don't wish I could say what I want to. I tried to explain that even a "normal" person in my situation would have trouble speaking up in a situation like this. That nurse is someone I have to be totally dependent on for the rest of her shift, and however many days she comes back until I am released from here. It would be quite awkward to start our meeting with me pointing out how I don't think she's doing her job right,

So while this is going on, the nurse returns to start the fetal monitoring, she takes my blood pressure as I'm am trying to get off the phone so I can talk with her about the whole blood/sugar and insulin thing before she leaves the room again so my husband doesn't hate me for not "speaking up". My blood pressure, as I'm hanging is 144/104. The nurse thinks that's pretty high, so she says to turn off all the lights and TV and relax. So I do. She came back in 10 minutes and took my blood pressure again. This time it's 170/112. Weird, I thought. Then I decided it was my husband's fault for stressing me out like that, that was just crazy, I can't believe he would do that and think that's right. But, whatever makes life easier for him is what's really important. He's not the only one that feels that way either, so I must just be nuts.

Later she takes my blood pressure again, it's 167/108. She waits five minuted and tries again, after I try to relax. It's 168/109. Not going so great here! So the nurse calls the DR. The DR says to give me an IV of Hydrolozene. The nurse checked my blood pressure again first, it was 160/97. It came down a little bit. But the DR had said to give me the IV and now she had also added not to let me eat or drink after midnight! Oh no! That would mean that if my blood pressure didn't come down by the time she got here in the morning, I was likely going to deliver this morning or afternoon. Eek! Well I begged the nurse to call her back and ask her to give us another chance to try to lower it before we do the whole IV and no water thing. She came back and said the DR agreed but only if we could get it down by midnight. So I took 2 Ambiens and 2 Tylenol 3s with my blood pressure medication. Then I tried like hell to relax and think happy thoughts of my girls and what my boy will be like. I fell asleep just a few minutes, literally, before midnight and she came back to test my blood pressure again. The reading midnight reading was 160/89. The nurse said she would consider that coming down. She never did call my Dr back about it. Shwew. She came back in at 4AM and it was down to 144/91. By 7:30AM it was down to 137/85.

Unfortunately, she has decided to keep me on regular insulin injections and add a different sliding scale. My blood sugars went stupid last night too. They were good in the morning and in the afternoon, then all the sudden, BAM! 186 at night. 125 this morning, 178 this afternoon!

finish this later...