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Heros and Monsters (posted to lj on 10-29-2005)

Monday, July 26th, 2010

Last year, at a local SCA event, Matt got Connor a replca “Spatha” or Roman Dagger. It’s wooden with a rope wrapped pommel. He loves it. We have a game on our Xbox called “FABLE”. Connor has taken to sticking the sword in the back of his shirt, running around the house with it and fighting off monsters for his mommy and daddy. He even cocks the “Hero Stance” the character on the video does and says… “ha HAAAAAAAA!” So, I was going to try to get him a Zoro costume. But I couldn’t find the hat to fit him and didn’t have time to make one. (maybe next year.) So…. We got him one of those little plastic knight sets with the sword and scabbard, half helm with visor that pulls down and a strap on breast plate all in plastic. Oh, and a cape too. He won’t take them off now. We got them out after the trip to the doctor this afternoon. Poor kid has Adenovirus and he was puking everything this morning for a couple hours. He’s feeling much better and is even hungry. So far… he’s eating and keeping it down now. Fenegrin is a wonderful anti imetic. But I hate it when he’s sick. Mommys are supposed to make things better….. Even his kitty is following him around being worried. Fu is the super secret ninja cat. They are roughly the same age. He’s been sleeping with Connor since Connor was a baby and has chosen Connor for his person. If Connor is distressed or hurts himself and I’m in another part of the house, Fu will come find me and bite my ankle to get my attention.

All in all…….. Life is good. Pumpkin carving day is here. Matt is going to work on the “Cave of Doom” for the trick or treaters Monday night. I hope they have fun. I have to work. It sucks, but I don’t know that there’s anyone who would WANT to work for me Monday night, or trade me for another night so I can stay here and hand out stuff. Connor gets to trick or treat with his cousins, his two older brothers and his aunt Susu (Susie). They will have a blast I’m sure.

Since I’m not used to this kind of thing….(Live Journals), it may take me a while to become consistant. But, I’ll try to use it more. That way, maybe some other lost along the road friend can find ME this time!!!

It’s not the end of the journey I seek. It’s the road upon which I travel.

“Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find out it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.”
T. E. Lawrence – Lawrence of Arabia

Mommy and Daddy Day (posted to lj on 10-29-2005)

Monday, July 26th, 2010

Saturday, when I don’t have to work is what Connor calls “mommy and daddy day”. It’s his favorite day of the week. He gets us both all day and most of the night. Now that Chris is living with us also, he has Chris all day too. Except Chris is at his grandparents’ house tonight. It’s usually a day we do things together. Read, play games, work in the yard, go for walks at Coonskin or Kanawha S.Forest. But…..

Connor was vomiting nonstop this morning. So, we took him to the doctor where he was diagnosed with Adenovirus. Sometimes has a bacterial component. We now have an anti-imetic and some decongestants. No more vomiting and his appetite came back this afternoon. We’re forcing fluids and Connor seems just fine. I just hate it when he’s sick though. He’s sick so seldom that when it does happen, I worry a whole lot.

So Daddy went gaming over in Elkview at Riffle’s. I stayed here with the 5 cats, 1 dog, 2 parrots and Connor. Connor helped me carve 3 pumpkins. I have two more to do. Aside from dressing up for the kids, carving pumpkins is my favorite part of All Hallows. That and my circle in the middle of the night every year. Now the dog thinks I smell like food. It’s pretty funny. This dog will eat anything, and has… i won’t go into that now. He ate a piece of carved pumpkin tonight though.

So, I’ll be up most of the night until Matt gets home. Then I have a 14 hour shift tomorrow. I’m still looking to trade Monday night with someone, but doubt I’ll have much luck with it.

Dona Nobis (originally posted to on 09-12-07)

Monday, July 26th, 2010

Sunday, September 10th…… My Sunday shifts run 14-16 hours long. I go in at 8am and leave sometime between 10pm and Midnight. It’s a long day, and can be really boring sometimes. Other times it’s so busy we barely have time to scarf down a couple tacos or sandwiches or even order in and actually eat anything.

This last Sunday was sort of in the middle. I don’t know if it was the upcoming 9/11 anniversary that had people so on edge or what. It wasn’t the moon this time. But people all week have generally been nasty and disagreeable. We lost 10 animals Sunday. Death swept through the clinic as if on the winds of a hurricane taking everything that came in the door at the same time.

Enter a Beagle mix. non-responsive, unfocused eyes, temp 104.6. Petichiating (bruising in the gums, inside the ears, belly, sclera of the eyes) so fast it was unreal. The after affects of severe heat stroke. I put her down myself because the owners couldn’t stand to be with her. I sat with her the whole time, petting her, and believe it or not, singing Non Nobis with tears streaming down my face looking like a complete idiot.

At the same time, Enter a 130 pound St. Bernard that had been taken upstate to serve as STUD. He had started seizures 2 hours before. (Took them that long to get to us.) Core temperature: 111.6 and rising.  Heat stroke. One final HUGE convulsion that took 4 people to keep him on the treatment table…. then nothing. They tubed him, did 4 man CPR, gave him drugs…. nothing. Honestly, I’ve never seen a heatstroke or seizure pet with a core temperature higher than 107 leave the building alive. Their brains just can’t take that kind of abuse.

Teeny little Maltese puppy from a puppy mill. Parvo. Been in the clinic 2 nights already on IV’s in ICU for pets, checked on every 30 minutes. Top of the hour she was depressed but with us. 30 minutes later, not only gone, but stiff.

Enter a dog that’s been HBC “hit by a car”. Around here, people in the country don’t keep their pets on a leash because there are no ‘containment laws’ (read leash laws) outside the towns/cities. People don’t seem to understand that dogs are not street smart. No one teaches them to look both ways before crossing….. This one was a repeat offender…. and in the words of the owner: “you’d think he’d have learned.” *I really wanted to take these people out and smack them with a bat*. Crushed chest, shattered pelvis. Died before we could tube him.

All those came in the clinic in a 5 minute period. I hate it when death wins. I mean, yeah, ultimately, Death always wins…. but I don’t have to like it.

Complicate that with an Xray machine that literally exploded in pretty blue sparks 10 days before and our board of directors taking their grand time about getting their heads out of their collective asses long enough to see that to practice effective and quality medicine at the AEC, we NEED a functioning Xray machine.

Everyone was on edge. We were all ready to bite each others heads off. It was ugly.

And it gets better….. Our managing doctor…. whom I love a whole lot and is like a grandfather I’ve not had since I was 6…… has been in declining health in the last 2 years. He’s recently had several small strokes that don’t really show up on CTs. Not a thing wrong with his brain. It’s his speech and his balance that’s in question. Oh… and he’s gotten a bit meaner, but I can allow for that. He’s been doing this a long time and if *I* am burned out on the stupidity of people in general….. I just can’t imagine what he’s seen in the 50 years he’s been practicing. If he retires…. we’ll be getting a new manager. If it’s Dr. P…… I’m quitting. She’s a decent Vet, just a shitty people person in the clinic. Nothing pleases her… her “god” complex is phenomenal sometimes. She would make a really bad managing doctor. I am hoping that Dr. H will recommend someone or a couple someone’s to do that job when and if the time comes. The board will take his recommendations over a doctor who gets more questions from the WVBVM (west virginia board of veterinary medicine) because of client complaints for rudeness.

So far, the last two days this week have been relatively easier. Tonight is my last shift of the week. We’ll see.

Dona Nobis…… Give them Peace…….  As I watched Death sweep through the clinic……… All I could think of was Give them Peace….


Monday, July 19th, 2010

So lots of people have commented to me personally that my posts are very depressing. This doesn’t mean funny stuff doesn’t happen at the clinic or in my life. It does. Quite often as a matter of fact. But most of the funny stuff has a less deep meaning for me than the things that make me angry or cry or want to kill someone for their treatment of an animal. In lieu of that, I thought I would post some of the funny shit that we get on the phone….. and later, I”ll try to remember to post the funny stuff that happens inside the walls of the Animal ER. Here goes…..

Phone calls:

“I need to report an aggressive pigeon.”

“I’m sorry sir, I don’t understand….”

“There is an aggressive pigeon outside my apartment door, flapping its wings at me. I can’t get in. I need you to send your *mobile unit* to come get it.”

“Sir, I’m sorry, we don’t have a mobile unit, we are not legally allowed to leave the facility to pick up animals. That is what the humane officer is for. Have you tried calling the police?”

*There is hysterical laughter going on in another room as the rest of us listen to the muted call from an extension. I don’t remember the rest of the conversation exactly, but this guy was terrified of the pigeon. I’d have just walked up to it, punted it out of the way and gone in. But, he had called FOX news, the fire department, the police and the newspaper. He was waiting on the news to show up ….. We apologized for not being able to help him further and hung up. Then we laughed until we about peed ourselves.*


“My dog just ate a bunch of chocolate. I know that it causes heartworms… what can I do for my dog.?”

“ma’am, chocolate doesn’t cause heartworms, mosquitos do. Chocolate can kill a dog if they eat too much of it, but it does not cause heartworms.”

“Oh, it doesn’t?”

“no ma’am. It doesn’t. But the chocolate can still harm your dog and it should be treated for that.”

“oh, ok, thank you.” *click*


“My dog is pregnant but I need to know how long until she has her pups.”

“Dogs are pregnant about 63 days give or take 7-10 days. Do you know how many puppies she’s going to have? Are you going to have her x-rayed?”

“OH I know she’s going to have 6 puppies…. she’s only got 6 nipples.”



IN clinic stuff:

This was recently… and poor Leslie…. it was all she could do to keep a straight face. Here’s the set-up:

cat comes in with maggots all over it. (I think it was a cat) It’s bad. The pet is not going to make it with the most heroic of measures. The doctor on duty has tried to get the woman who brought it in to understand that putting it to sleep is the best thing for it. Bless the heart of the man who drove her in….. all he can come up with to convince her goes something like this…..

“She’s got the maggots….. you know that’s bad. They carry the Salmonella and that can kill you. Just let them put her to sleep. You don’t want the Salmonella…..”

With the most serious face she could muster, Leslie only nods her ascent to them both as the woman signs the permission slip. We put the animal down and they pay for the services, leave the building. Leslie goes outside with tears streaming down her face from holding back her laughter. Whether it was total ignorance on his part or a desperate attempt to get the woman to understand there was nothing else to be done, it worked.  For which I was glad.


A beautiful golden retriever is in the clinic for HGE (bloody diarrhea usually stress induced). He’s feeling better, hasn’t had a blow-out in a day and he really has to pee. He stands at the door of his run and barks once. Then he sits. He is a very well behaved patient. very sweet personality, doesn’t care about other dogs, cats, anything. Just a good natured dog. We are busy. No one can take him for a walk. He barks again. Then he stands up and looks at everyone as they scurry by with impatience. Finally, he can wait no longer. So he puts his front paws up on the door and PEES OUT THE DOOR onto the floor in front of the run. He’s so well house trained he wasn’t going in the run. period. below is a picture. You can’t really see what he’s doing, but that is what happened.Ok, fine..... I warned ya!

Later, I told his owner and she requested I email the picture to her, which I did. We both laughed about it.

So there are the ones I remember off hand. I’ll look through the work file tomorrow and see what else is triggered by the stuff we have put there. See… it’s not all sad. some of it in fact is quite entertaining. But as I said, those things which are difficult to deal with often hold a higher place because of the difficulty.


Panda knows…..

Sunday, July 18th, 2010

So, today my only patient was a little yorkie named Stanley. His RDVM thought he might have a linear foreign body because he’d been vomiting for no apparent reason for a few days. So, RDVM opened the dog up. Only the linea and skin were cut. Upon palpating stomach and entire intestinal tract and finding nothing, RDVM closed the pup up and brought the animal himself to the Eclinic. 5.8 pounds of gorked dog with low temp placed in cage on iv fluids with warmers. temp every hour until normal…. all day long. This was at 2pm. pain meds, antibiotics, anti-emedics and the regular stuff, vomiting, diarrhea, urine output, mental status, pain score, TPR and repeat bloodwork to follow as directed. He didn’t look great. Part was meds. …. and for a while we thought it all was the meds from surgery. Until 9pm. I checked on that dog every half an hour at the most. closer to every 20 minutes because I was worried about him. He wouldn’t stay on the warmers or near them. But he wasn’t mentally alert either…… Panda sat on the counter in treatment all day……. literally. He knew something was wrong.

At 9pm, I went to the cage to do my regular hourly treatments and the dog was covered in blood…. I looked at his catheter thinking he’d pulled out or chewed the line… it was fine. The little guy was bleeding out of his incision and it was pouring out. “OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD>>> OH NO..”  as I pulled him out of the cage, putting a towel over the incision to staunch the bleeding. I was now covered fingers to elbows in blood. It was bad. Taking blood to do a rat poison test left him with a bruise. Each vein we tried blew or bruised badly.  Without time to call the owner for an update and permission, we pulled our blood donor out of the cage, took 120 cc of his blood and started a transfusion. The first 45 minutes, Stanley pinked up. Actually rallied some…. but was still very weak. Blood still seeped rapidly from his incision. I stood there, holding the little towel to his belly and watching the blood go slowly in to prevent antiphilaxis.  By 11:15PM tonight, the transfusion was done. Stanley was looking brighter, seemed coherent, but still felt like hell. It was as if he didn’t really know what was going on or where he was. I sat with him almost the entire time as I was able due to the patient load and the constraints on the doctors. I’m still worried about him as I write this…. I am wondering if Panda was telling me to keep a close eye, which I did, or if he was telling me there was nothing I could do.

I left Adrian with his care. She’s the only one on the overnight of the techs I trust tonight with a case that serious. She’ll call me if something happens. And There is always a standing order to call me in if there’s a patient of mine that needs something and they are busy. I will always come in. I hope he stops bleeding. Stanley’s platelets were almost zero. This means no clotting factors. I am hoping the transfusion reverses that, but there’s no way to know right now. We suspect Immune Mediated Thrombocytopenia…. never good in dogs….. most of the time if not always, deadly. GODS I hate this. I HATE that I kept saying he’s pale, he doesn’t look right and just not being able to pin it down, but there was no history of a bleeding disorder… nothing. There was no way for us to know until it all started blowing up. I still hate it. I feel like I should be better able to know these things. I didn’t want to leave him, but I have to get some sleep tonight…. I’ll be no good to anyone tomorrow if I don’t get some sleep.

Lady keep him safe, warm and without pain tonight. What ever happens, I can say I did everything I knew to do and then some.

Panda knows….. how he does this I am uncertain, but what *I* know is that gift is not one I could handle. I am glad Panda is with us. Sometimes just the knowing that things are inevitable helps when the unexpected and sadly fatal happens. I know that ultimately Death will win. Doesn’t mean I have to like it. Doesn’t mean I won’t feel horrible when it happens. But at least this time, I know I have done everything by the book, pulled out all the stops with the doctors and fought the good fight. Not all days end like this. Some are really happy. Some are terrible. Many days I don’t come home feeling like I have fought the good fight with any effectiveness at all. Today is different. Today I fought back. Today I am proud to do what I do and proud to work with the people I work with.

Now if I can just get Panda to tell me how he knows what he does……. Or not.


For them, or for us?

Tuesday, July 13th, 2010

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

For them, or for us?

Current mood: sad

I’ll not post a picture because it’s just too heartbreaking to look at, but here goes.

Meet Dusty. A 4 month old fawn marked Boxer puppy with uncropped ears. Now boxers get to be somewhere between 50 and 70 pounds when full grown depending on height and if their owners allow them to become obese in later life. Dusty, at 4 months should have weighed close to 30 pounds. Dusty didn’t. First the little guy came down with Parvo. We treated him for that and he got past it. Then, he wouldn’t or couldn’t produce albumin. That’s an enzyme needed to absorb nutrients in food which is necessary to sustain life. Dusty for what ever reason couldn’t produce any, or lost the ability or something. Even IV Albumin wasn’t helping. So, this poor little pup who wanted nothing more than to be held, was blowing out dark nasty diarrhea on one end and vomiting anything he tried to eat on the other. This is AFTER he got over Parvo, so he was already too thin. After a week of being on three different sets of fluids, a feeding tube was added. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone hooked up to more lines than this puppy other than a dying person in the ICU. We all watched helplessly, doing what we were told to do, trying to make him as comfortable as possible….. for 2 weeks while this little guy starved to death.

I kid you not this little guy was so thin his skull looked caved in on the sides. You could count every joint, every rib, every vertebrea in his back. Nasty green snot ran out his nose and eyes, we were constantly wiping him down to get the feces and vomit off him so he wouldn’t scald.

For those two weeks, I don’t think the owner even came to visit. He might have called once a day to check on the dog. So, he didn’t have to watch this poor little innocent animal dying slowly and painfully in a cage. He had no body fat, so he couldn’t maintain a temperature that was normal. He was surrounded by hot water bottles and fuzzy blankets. HE didn’t have to see those sad eyes every day in so much pain and in need of so much more than we could give him.

Well, Sunday, none of us could stand it anymore. The doctor supervising his case through the holiday week called the owner. We obtained verbal permission over the phone with witnesses to end this little guy’s suffering. Even though it was the right thing to do, everyone there took their turn holding Dusty and saying goodbye. Honestly, I think he knew, and in his own way thanked us by wagging his little tail stub for the first time in days. No one cries alone in our clinic at a time like that and everyone there was sobbing as we said goodbye and gave the last gift we could to an innocent animal….. Peace.

Wednesday before Thanksgiving Dusty weighed 15.4 pounds. (He should have weighed close to 30 pounds.) At the time of his death, he weighed just under 14 pounds. In 4 days, he’d lost 10 percent of his body weight.

The point of this post? When submitting a loved pet or family member to extensive treatment, I beg anyone who reads this to remember that QUALITY of life needs to over-ride QUANTITY. Remember who you are doing it for. If it’s for you… then it’s the wrong thing.

Dona Nobis Pachem


Tuesday, July 13th, 2010

Monday, December 31, 2007

From December 8, 2007


I love the seasons. I love the reminder that there’s more to what’s going on in the world than what’s going on with me personally. The smell of the earth as it comes to life in spring, the dazzle of the butterflies and songbirds as they awaken the flowers, fresh cut grass in summer, the smell of falling leaves in autumn, and lastly, the crisp cool air of the first winter’s snow all serve to remind me that there’s a huge world out there. I know of at least one person who fails to understand that most all of the time. Tis a pity, for when things go wrong, that person always seeks the same type of comfort……And this next time, will be more than sorely disappointed.

My favorite seasons are Autumn and Spring. They hold the most awareness for me. Summer can be so stiflingly hot that it’s difficult for me to read the earth or feel the deep pulsing of the world around me. Winter is sometimes so cold it’s difficult for me to get around with a permanently displaced hip. But Spring… when the trees wake, the bulbs burst from the ground, and the bleak, cold death of winter breaks….. I can feel it. I can smell it. My husband can put his hands on trees and know they are happy or well. Because of this awareness, we are bringing down 4 trees in our own yard this year to make room for those which are still healthy. The sick ones will be put up to dry and used for firewood, so their lives will not be wasted. I plant all kinds of things, and transplant others to more suitable places in the yard for better health of both the plant and the yard itself. Autumn is the time of rest for plants. The trees stop forcing growth and allow their leaves to fall in graceful dignity of color and scent. I actually love to rake leaves simply for the smell. We feed the song birds (and ultimately, the already obese squirrels). We listen to the Broad shouldered hawks on the top of the hill as they call, and when the neighborhood deer come, we sit in the window and watch their beautiful stillness as they stand so peaceful grazing on the overgrown vegetation I have left just for that purpose in the back yard.

I live in the city, yet, I live in a part of the country where just over the hill one could get lost in the deer trails for a good long time. I like it here. Of all the places I’ve lived (and there are more than listed on the profile), where I am now feels most like home. The people here have good hearts, many of them are very old souls who have much to teach. Though I am far from many whom I care deeply for and about, I am happy here. I wouldn’t trade my life as it is now for anything. We don’t always have a lot, but the love we have and the times we share with each other here amaze me sometimes. My son, stepson and the one on the way always prove to be a challenge, but they are worth every minute, even if extremely frustrating sometimes.

The world revolves, as the seasons do….. and wrap us within them……. may we all share experience to the fullest those things which remind us there’s more to the world than that face we each see in the mirror each day.

Rant of frustration

Tuesday, July 13th, 2010

Entry for December 21, 2007

Rant so pardon the language. If you don’t like it, there’s always ignore.

Dear 14 year old stepson. I know you’re 14 and immensely self absorbed. Not likely with your mother’s genes that it’s going to be getting better with age either, but I can fight the hopeless fight if I want to. However, would it absolutely KILL YOU to shut the fuck up BEFORE you say something hurtful about my cooking every time I cook? I know you have subsisted on french fries and fried foods before you got here 2 years ago, but God and Goddess…. GROW THE HELL UP ALREADY.

You have no idea how hurtful you are and probably don’t care. All is right with the world as long as all is right with Christopher. Well, I wasn’t raised that way. (reminds me of an adult I know.) So, from now on, when I cook, You are happily invited to make yourself soup, a sandwich, ramen noodles, whatever. But don’t even THINK about a snack later or dipping into the dinner I made if you can’t learn to hold your tongue for the sake of being nice to anyone.

Rant over. Thank you very much

New Year’s Day beginnings and ends

Tuesday, July 13th, 2010

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

New Year’s Day…. beginings…. ends

Current mood: melancholy

New Years Day….. A time for new beginnings. But for a friend of mine, today was also a time for the end of a circle. My friend Jamie is a veterinarian. She’s conscientious, caring and extremely thorough for all her clients and patients. This goes for her own animals as well. Today, after having diagnosed her oldest beagle dog with end stage cancer, Jamie decided that the quality of life for her dear Buffy was at the end.

Jamie called the clinic this morning sobbing when I answered the phone. Buffy was really bad this morning and she couldn’t stand to watch it any longer. She was bringing her in to put the old beagle down. That was about 9am. An hour later, she requested no one in the room with her but her mom and the dog, and the necessary things to place an IV catheter to make it go smoothly. She also requested that no one do the obligatory “I’m sorry” at that time. She was certain she couldn’t handle it. 3 hours later, Jamie, her mother and Buffy were at the door. I let them in. I showed them to the equipped exam room and asked if she needed help placing the catheter. Jamie asked that I place it. I asked the Lady to please help me do this easily. I popped a 24 gage IV catheter in Buffy’s Left Cephalic vein, placed what’s called a T-Piece, and flushed. The catheter was patent and I taped it in. Then I quietly asked Jamie if she wanted me to do the injection or if she wanted to herself, or if she wanted someone else to do it for her. She asked me to do so.

crying silently with both Jamie and her mom, I slowly injected the euthanasia solution and Buffy’s harsh and strain wracked panting eased to a stop. Her body stopped shaking and she laid her head down peacefully. I checked with my stethoscope for a heartbeat. Unfortunately, it would require more than I had injected to close this circle. I drew up 2 more cc’s and injected them into the catheter. I checked a second time and Buffy was indeed released from this life.

She was Jamie’s best friend for many years. She’d seen her through all her college days, one engagement that was broken and a move away from home only to end up back home for the close of her circle. Jamie said, as I told her that Buffy was indeed gone, “Look mom, she’s not panting anymore, she’s not shaking. She’s at peace. She was ready. She told us this morning.” Jamie then asked if I would shave some hair off Buffy for her to keep. I did so and carefully placed it in a little ziplock bag for her. Jamie then asked if she could stay there a little longer and I told her to stay as long as she needed and to let us know if there were anything we could do. I quit the room quietly, tears running down my face, nose stuffy and it was all I could do to not run from the room sobbing.

My own older dog is 11 now. He turns 12 next month or so. My oldest cat is 16. She is the prissy pet of the house. They are both rapidly showing their age and I do not relish the decision I will need to make for them when it is their time. But I believe as Jamie did… that they will tell me in their ways. I think all animals do, we just have to be available to listen.

There are times when clients tell me “I don’t know how you can do what you do.” There are times I am not certain just how I manage it myself. I do know that someone has to be there, to fight that fight for those who cannot speak for themselves. If not myself and those like me, then who will? One more day, one more circle closed. Today, it was one of 10 circles that came to a close. These are the days that weigh heavy. The days that make footsteps sink deeply in mud, cloud the otherwise brisk blue skies, and deaden the taste of food. But, they are the days that come to us all. May we all have those who care enough for us to say goodbye with grace and dignity.

Richard joins the family

Tuesday, July 13th, 2010

Saturday, February 09, 2008

Richard joins the family

Ok, So I go in on February 2nd for yet more tests. At noon the nurse

tells me to not drink anything more because my OB doctor might want

to take the baby today. At 3pm, Dr. Cotes comes in, says he’s

consulted with some other OB’s and they all agree….. gestational

diabetes and high blood pressure even things out. How would I like

to have my baby today?

*blink blink* Um…. Ok. When?

In about a half an hour?

Well, Ok then…… I am then tag-teamed by no less than 3 nurses

for additional hospital bracelets, a 16 gage IV in my left wrist,

prepped for surgery, gowned, Foley catheter in and had my bags of

stuff that I came with stashed in the room I was to spend the next 3

days in. Forms are signed, explained and questions asked. I met the

anesthesiologist. I called Matt. As fast as he could, he called his

mother and sister. His mom beat him to the hospital. Christina, his

middle sister came to get the two older boys and take them to her

house. Matt shows up at the hospital just in time to have to turn

around and walk out of the room so that he doesn’t faint when my

foley and IV catheters are put in. I’m transported to another bed,

taken down the hall to surgery. I was wheeled in at 3:45pm, felt

the warm blanket of anesthesia spread from just above my hips down to

my toes, laid back, strapped in and draped. Dr. Cotes comes in,

checks for a good block. Matt is then escorted in wearing what looks

like a white paper jump-suite, a surgery hat and little booties. I

laughed. At 4pm the Dr. made the first cut. at 4:19pm Richard was

born in screaming protest to the cold outside. 1 minute apgar was 8,

5 minute apgar was 9. Weighing in at 7pounds 6 ounces and 19.5

inches long with…. BLONDE hair and blue eyes. LOTS of blonde hair

I might add. Both sets of great grand mothers had blonde hair and at

least one set had blue eyes, so I think that’s where all the

recessive genes came from. He’s beautiful though.

I spent until late this morning in the hospital. One more night in

one of those beds and I think I might have been crippled for life. I

dunno how anyone can sleep in those things for any length of

time. I’m sore. I’m told that repeat cesarian sections can be more

painful, but especially so with a Tubal Ligation that follows which

is what I had. I came home with 6 more bags of stuff than I went to

the hospital with in the first place. I took my living will and

power of attorney just in case. Always good to have that stuff around

if it’s needed.

I kept telling Dr. Cotes that the baby wasn’t going to wait until

February 19th as he wanted…. but *shrug* Neither, apparently could

I. My blood pressure was up enough and my body started getting puffy

in places that it was going to be dangerous to wait much longer. So,

all in all, everything worked out. I’m sore. I had to borrow

Connor’s stool to get up and down from my own bed because it sits so high.

Richard is currently sleeping in his little Moses basket by the

bed. He’ll be using that until we get Christopher’s room

finished. Then Chris will move downstairs and Richard will share the

room with Connor. Connor already dotes on his baby brother and talks

to him. When Richard was screaming in the car on the way home due to

hunger, Connor had sympathy tears for his brother because he couldn’t help and so desperately wanted to do so.

All in all, though it was a day different than I initially expected

it to be, things went well, everyone is home, healthy, happy and

settling in. I am blessed with the best family and extended family

and friends a person can have.