Thank you so much for the overwhelming support, prayers, and love you have all shown us this week. Words cannot express how grateful we are to be surrounded by such awesome friends and family who care about us and our sweet little Ollie so much! We are hopeful that with the early diagnosis and proper precautions, everything will be ok.
That said, we still haven't met with the specialty obstetrician. After days on the phone obtaining referrals, authorizing insurance, and jumping through hoops with uncooperative receptionists, we were told the earliest available appointment was in December. Are you kidding me?! I'm living minute to minute with the mantra "Pelvic Rest" running through my head and worrying that my placenta could rupture at any time. Waiting another month to consult with the expert is not an option. Today the pregnancy hormones kicked in and I relentlessly contacted the front desk at Specialty Obstetrics of San Diego until they finally got an appointment for me next Wednesday afternoon. Which is still ridiculous. At this point, I'm done remaining calm. The squeaky wheel gets the grease. "Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
This week was rough, but there were some high points that got us through. Friday was the day Andrew went to San Antonio to defend his dissertation and he now has his PhD! I can't wait to get the Dr. and Mrs. address labels started! That's what it's all about, right?!
With Andrew out of town for a few days, my mom drove down to stay with me, keep me off my feet, and help me get report cards and parent conferences ready for next week. She is an angel! I forgot to mention our little maltese, Maxwell, got neutered yesterday so she has been caring for me and my invalid dog. I don't know what I would do without her!
She is so sweet and is always talking to the baby!
For now, I will continue to thank God for keeping Oliver healthy and safe in my tummy as long as possible. And I will savor every little kick and nudge I get. Sometimes it feels like I have popcorn kernels popping in there! So fun! Oh, and now I want some popcorn. Yum yum yum!
So glad you and Ollie are doing okay. Scary!
ReplyDeleteSo happy you're doing ok and Ollie too!!! Congrats to Andrew on his PhD! So glad you got an appt sooner than December- you keep squeaking girl!
ReplyDeleteWow u look so much like ur mom! "She get it from her momma" lol! I tell my mother all the time why she only passed her looks on to me...I would have loved some of her fertility too. glad u are in a better place and are trying to be optimistic. FX that ur consult ur the specialist eases ur mind.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you squeaked until you got that appointment!! And your mom is just TOO cute- you legit look like sisters!!!
ReplyDeleteOh good, I'm so glad you got an appt… December? Are they crazy? I would have gone crazy all over the receptionist. Hang in there, Bren! You've got a lot of people praying for you and Oliver.
ReplyDeleteCongrats to Andrew! And to you too… it's not always easy being the wife of a doctoral student.