The Queen's Rambles

You guys are all so wonderful. Each and every one of you deserve your own reply, but this is the first time I’ve had the computer without a kid on my lap and I want to be in bed right now so this is what you’re getting.

I still have no idea what’s going on. My fever is gone so I think my infection is under control. I am not fully convinced it was a kidney infection rather than a run of the mill UTI. Who knows.

I am still having a lot of side pain, the exact same pain I was having last year around this time before I got pregnant. I am hoping that it will finally be fixed in the near future, but it is taking awhile to get the ball rolling.

I have an appointment for a pelvic sonogram with doppler on Wednesday. The point is to see if the cyst is twisting my ovary, which could be causing the pain and needs to be surgically taken care of ASAP. After doing a lot of reading I am fairly sure that’s what is going on. I am not thrilled by the idea of a surgery, especially with a newborn in the house, but if it would take care of this pain it would be worth it. I talked to my mom yesterday and she said she would come out here to take care of us so that makes it a lot easier to contemplate the idea. I’ve also been doing a lot of pumping the past few days and am happy it goes quickly. I still have a major oversupply so getting a freezer stash isn’t that bad.

I was really pissed at the radiology place today. I talked to the doctor on the phone and she told me exactly what to ask for when I called the radiology place. I would think a doctor knows what she’s talking about.

The scheduler, a man who has worked at the radiology place for two whole years as he kept telling me, was a total jerk. He had never heard of a pelvic sonogram with doppler so that meant it must not exist. He had me on hold for several minutes then came back on and said I could have that type of sonogram but that I would have to sign a waiver because he didn’t think insurance would cover it unless the doctor had a good reason to order it. Well duh! When I told him why the doctor was ordering it he said he’d never heard of such a thing, which is total bullshit. Maybe he hasn’t heard of such a thing, but I think an experienced doctor might know a wee bit more than a scheduler, even if he has been a scheduler for two years. Dr. Google doesn’t seem to think there is anything unusual with ovarian torsion or pelvic sonograms with doppler. He kept asking me why I wanted one and I kept telling him the doctor ordered it, which he didn’t seem to be able to understand.

I wasn’t able to get in with the actual doctor until next Monday so I have six more days of worry. Bah! The doctors are all getting new computer training this week and next week so the only time they could fit me in was 9:10 on Monday morning. Not ideal, but I guess I’ll take it. I don’t know how I am going to get myself, Erik and the baby ready and out the door by 8:30, but it will be done.

In other news, I am feeling more positive about Elsa. As Helloheather said about her own daughter, bonding is a lot easier when they start real social smiling. It also helps that she’s been awake more. Hard to bond with a sleeping lump.

How about some pictures?

Click through to look at other pictures if you are desperate for baby pictures. I need to upload the pictures of Erik’s graduation and hope we got some cute ones. It was more of a spring program than a graduation ceremony–very cute! We had a set of grandparents sitting in front of us and they were PISSED that all the preschool kids were there. They thought it should only be for the kids who were actually going to kindergarten next year (about 16 out of 40). I can see why they would think that, but I don’t see the point of so much anger. Just sit back and enjoy. Not like these kids were doing anything particularly brilliant and giving big speeches.

We were pleasantly surprised with Elsa’s behavior. She slept the entire time. The louder the environment, the better she sleeps. Must be a defense mechanism.

And now I really have to get to bed if I have any hope of functioning tomorrow. The dear baby likes to be awake from about 11 pm-3 am.