Updates and Venting

Ultrasound #....? I don't know. I lost track. Everything seems to be fine. Not great, but good enough. Dr. G said the Dopplers were different, but still nothing to be alarmed about. Baby B is now 2.5 weeks behind instead of 2.

B=1 lb 13 oz
A=2 lbs 11 ozs.

There is almost a pound difference. My thought is that if the doctor isn't alarmed, then I won't be either. I trust my doctors at Clarian. I don't have the same feelings about anybody I have encountered at Community, however. Allow me to vent in detail about my lovely day at the hospital today.
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I woke up this morning, still exhausted from my journey to Clarian in Indianapolis. I rolled out of bed to get my second non-stress test for the week at the Community hospital in town. Remember last time it took 2 hours because the babies kept moving. This time I had one nurse start out finding the babies' heartbeats. As she was looking, she asked me if the babies were in separate sacs. I said, "One placenta, two sacs." She replied with confidence, "Oh, so they're not identical." Pause. I said, "Actually when they share a placenta it means they are identical." It felt wrong to explain that to an R.N. working in labor and delivery.

Anyway, I was watching the monitor and it looked like she had both on there. Good start! For some reason, she came back and started messing with it again, saying, "I think I'm picking up the other one's heartbeat instead." I thought that seemed kind of odd, but whatever. She brought another nurse in to figure it out. Apparently, they were searching for a different heartbeat for almost half an hour until the first nurse finally said, "She only has one placenta. They might have similar heart rates." Well duh!!! I could have told them that! So since the babies had similar heart rates, the nurses thought they were picking up just one baby, when the entire time they had both on the monitor. I was there for much, much longer than I should have been for something really simple. I left feeling stressed out, which is not good for me or the babies.

Wait, there's more.

I also needed to get my glucose test today (measures your blood sugar levels) to test for the possibility of gestational diabetes. My doctor told me not to drink or eat anything sweet two hours before I went in. Just in case, I called the lab beforehand and asked them what is safe to eat and drink. I ate some toast and drank some water, as directed, then went in for my test. For those of you that know me, I cannot drink carbonated beverages; they upset my stomach. I asked the receptionist if she has a solution that wasn't carbonated. She said, "It's not very fizzy." A couple minutes later, she brought out an orange drink, very carbonated, and gave me these instructions: "Here. Drink this. You have five minutes, then we'll draw your blood in an hour." I drank the stuff, and put a piece of sugar free gum in my mouth. Uh oh. Apparently I wasn't supposed to do that but didn't know it.

During that hour, I wanted to cry. My head was still hurting, my back was killing me, I was hungry, tired, and I just wanted to go home and sleep. They finally called me back, took my blood, then the lady who took it informed me that since I had gum in my mouth my results might end up funny and that I might have to retake the test. I was FURIOUS. I told her, "Oh, that would have been nice to know BEFORE I took the test!" All she said was that the receptionist was supposed to have told me when she brought out my drink. That lady's reply? "Oops. Haha." I don't think I should be at fault if no one told me something as simple as that. I mean, really, do I have to Google everything because I can't get information out of these people?

This probably seems like no big deal to you, but for an extremely uncomfortable and hurting and hormonal pregnant lady with twins who is supposed to be on bed rest, it is a big deal. I think I might be switching over completely to my specialist ASAP.

I'm done complaining. I promise. I'll go sleep it off.