Recap: D had two heart surgeries, was diagnosed with TB and put on those meds; I came up pregnant and had to quit my job; both cars died. Thankfully, we were able to patch together the Lincoln Town car and drive to his mother’s for Thanksgiving.
We spent an enjoyable weekend, and when D began telling his mother of some other health issues he was experiencing, she made him test his blood sugar. Over 300. What????? As soon as I could, I made him an appointment for the following Wednesday.
This time, his blood sugar was over 400. Dr. S had him immediately admitted to the hospital. I called the kids and told them I’d be home shortly, after settling him in. I felt bad once we got him settled, since Dietary showed up with a meal for his roommate, but he wasn’t allowed to eat it. I offered, so they gave it to me, and I enjoyed it. But then the nurse came by and told the roommate his test had been cancelled, and could eat. I rather sheepishly confessed to eating it; they ordered another meal! D spent the next day undergoing more tests and was diagnosed with Type II diabetes. Two more medications were added to his growing list.
I also began noticing people whispering, and finally one of my friends asked me if I’d lost the baby. I said no; they had noticed I wasn’t putting on much weight and wondered if anything had happened. I did let my kids accompany me to the ultrasound, where they got their first look at their new sibling. I didn’t want to know the sex, but the kids did; however, ‘Peanut’ rolled over and refused to allow the tech to get a look between his/her legs! We were also given an entire strip of pictures, so each one could take to school and show off their new brother or sister.
Next Month: Christmas Craziness and Bed Rest!
Songs For Tomorrow:
Faith of the Heart-Rod Stewart
Fall 2 Pieces-Avril Lavign
Black Velvet-Alannah Miles
Have a great weekend!
Sounds like an incredibly stressful time for you. I can’t imagine doing it pregnant!
I felt really bad for eating that guy’s dinner, but when you’re pregnant, money’s tight, and you have to eat or be sick….I really didn’t have a choice, right? LOL! And the doctor was thrilled at D’s attitude toward his diabetes; as he said, “I’ve got to do it, in order to be here for my kids. Feeling sorry for myself is NOT an option.”
Geez…not a super “Cheerful” time for you with all that going on. Holidays are supposed to be fun and enjoyable.