(Luke 2:22-40)
Born: January 22, 2010 -- 12:42am
7 lbs. 1oz.
21 inches
The reason I haven’t posted any entries since her birth is in part because we don’t have internet at our house, but mostly our baby honeymooning was interrupted by appendicitis. I first started cramping exactly a week from when she was born, and after a day and a half when it hadn’t cleared up I went into the doctor embarrassed because I though he’d send me home with gasX or something minor. I was not prepared for him to send me to the hospital for a Cat-scan and then surgery later that night. So began probably the hardest week of my life. I chose to keep Anna with me in my room even though respiratory viruses were on that same floor, I selfishly could not bear to be separated from both of my children.
Even though my overall care was outstanding, there were two hospital mistakes that exacerbated my pain and extended my hospital stay and recovery by three times what it should have been. At the point it looked like I would never get out I became rather outraged which didn’t help anything and just made my nurse frustrated because her hands were tied by the bureaucracy.
Then Father Daniel came and prayed over me and the situation and as he was leaving my room my primary care Doctor came in (the same one who delivered Anna), I’d being trying all along to get my care transferred to him, but I was the patient of the surgeons even though my complications were not related to the surgery. He agreed he couldn’t do much, but he would do what he could, he’d lovingly visited me every day at the hospital. Then the Nurse supervisor came in and said that what happened should never have happened and I felt a sense of relief that at least they didn’t deny a mistake had been made, after her the original surgeon who did my surgery came in clearly upset I was still in the hospital and he went and sorted out why the surgeon I saw that morning hadn’t discharged me.
I think I hold the record for the fastest hospital discharge ever. The nurse cruised through my paperwork and had me wheeled out of that hospital in no time. It was an emotionally and physically exhausting post-partum experience that continued for several days even after I was home but I do have a lot to be thankful for. I AM better now; it didn’t happen while I was still pregnant and there really were nurses and doctors there who cared about me (not to mention my tireless husband, my mom who drove the 6 hours over at a moments notice and Ben’s mom who tended to Joachim for days.