45 Minutes Good Enough?
Evidently, 45 minutes from the time dad gets "the" call at work to the time mom gets to the hospital isn't good enough. How do we know 45 minutes is the time it takes you ask? Amy wasn't feeling well all day Monday and when she got home from work basically crashed for the night. Of course, she was up for a little over an hour to watch the results show for 'So You Think You Can Dance'. Let's just say that Amy was having "digestive troubles" along with lower back pain, nausea at times and the chills and sweats. We took her temperature last night and her temp was normal. She did feel a little warm later in the evening, but not bad.
Amy was told that she needed to call the doctor when she was still feeling ill in the morning as 24 hours plus with "digestive trouble" can really dehydrate a person when they aren't really eating or drinking due to the nausea. Amy called without any coersion. The doctor's nurse called back and said that the doctor wanted Amy to go to triage at the hospital so that mom and baby could be monitored and checked out as a precautionary measure. This was ensure that mom and baby indeed were not getting dehydrated. So dad got the call and mom didn't have a say because dad was on his way...
We arrived at the hospital and were taken into triage where mom and baby were hooked up to the monitors. The baby boy was really on the move and it was pretty evident that he did NOT like being monitored. He was constantly on the move and was really kicking at those circular things. The nurse had to keep moving them and gave up and made mom lay on her side so that he would slow down a bit. After some questioning, the nurse attempted twice to get an IV in. She was really moving those needles to get it to work and caused Amy a lot of undue pain and now bruising, but was unsuccessful. So, she just brought a quart of water to drink. There wasn't an official diagnosis, but it was basically a touch of the flu/virus that just needed/needs to finish running its course. Ironically, we have found out that the reason a couple of people called in sick at Amy's work on Monday was due to the flu and one missed today as well. Amy is still really pooped, but is laying low this evening and recovering. She is still feeling the lower back pain, but at least the "digestive" troubles have very much slowed.
Now Amy wants to refine the route and I'm sure the speed that Doug travels at. A few blocks from home, we did pass the city police, but he didn't get us. However, Doug did see the lights going shortly after we passed him, so the speed may be a point of contention.
Looks like it is time to get "the" bag packed and the car seat loaded just in case... We don't anticipate an early arrival at this point, but reality of the life changing event is drawing very near.
Amy was told that she needed to call the doctor when she was still feeling ill in the morning as 24 hours plus with "digestive trouble" can really dehydrate a person when they aren't really eating or drinking due to the nausea. Amy called without any coersion. The doctor's nurse called back and said that the doctor wanted Amy to go to triage at the hospital so that mom and baby could be monitored and checked out as a precautionary measure. This was ensure that mom and baby indeed were not getting dehydrated. So dad got the call and mom didn't have a say because dad was on his way...
We arrived at the hospital and were taken into triage where mom and baby were hooked up to the monitors. The baby boy was really on the move and it was pretty evident that he did NOT like being monitored. He was constantly on the move and was really kicking at those circular things. The nurse had to keep moving them and gave up and made mom lay on her side so that he would slow down a bit. After some questioning, the nurse attempted twice to get an IV in. She was really moving those needles to get it to work and caused Amy a lot of undue pain and now bruising, but was unsuccessful. So, she just brought a quart of water to drink. There wasn't an official diagnosis, but it was basically a touch of the flu/virus that just needed/needs to finish running its course. Ironically, we have found out that the reason a couple of people called in sick at Amy's work on Monday was due to the flu and one missed today as well. Amy is still really pooped, but is laying low this evening and recovering. She is still feeling the lower back pain, but at least the "digestive" troubles have very much slowed.
Now Amy wants to refine the route and I'm sure the speed that Doug travels at. A few blocks from home, we did pass the city police, but he didn't get us. However, Doug did see the lights going shortly after we passed him, so the speed may be a point of contention.
Looks like it is time to get "the" bag packed and the car seat loaded just in case... We don't anticipate an early arrival at this point, but reality of the life changing event is drawing very near.
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