How I spent my Thursday.
Nov. 30th, 2006 11:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fancycwabsThis morning at about 4:30 I notice that my wife is in some pain, a pain that's been coming and going over the past few weeks and we've attributed to digestive problems.
At 5:30 she tells me that she thinks we need to go to the emergency room. As we've not gone to the emergency room before in nearly six years of marriage, including a broken arm, I throw on some clothes and we go.
At 6:00, we arrive at the emergency room, spend maybe fifteen minutes at triage, and get put in a room fairly quickly.
By 7:00, they've taken a blood sample and urine sample to make sure it's not kidney stones, asked if she'd ever had previous surgery (tubal ligation at 22, tonsils and wisdom teeth out at 24, otherwise nothing), and the usual allergy questions. It's shift change at the hospital, so they won't put her on any pain medication until after 7.
By 7:30 the nurse has come in with a pain shot, only to be stopped by the doctor because of the results of her urinalysis. My wife is pregnant. They change the pain medication to be on the safe side, and schedule us an appointment in ultrasound.
By 9:00, we've come and gone from ultrasound. There's nothing visible in the uterus, but there appears to be a growth on the left ovary.
By 10:00, we've consulted with the on-call Ob-Gyn. There's a 95% chance that the growth is a ectopic pregnancy. We discuss options, and decide to have it removed before it ruptures. He says that we'll probably have to wait until 5pm to get to surgery.
By 12:00, we've been admitted to the maternity ward.
By 1:00pm, she's gone into surgery. I wait, and pace, and worry.
By 1:45pm, they call to tell me she's in recovery, and it's gone as planned. The Ob-Gyn comes into the waiting room to tell me the basic details of what, under different circumstances, might have been my first biological child.
By 3:00pm, my wife has wheeled back into her room. She's a little out of it. In the meantime, my daughter has found out through a third party that Amy's in the hospital, and has become only slightly hysterical.
By 4:00pm, I've gone to get my daughter and bring her to the hospital. She's a bit calmer.
At 5:30pm, I leave to take my daughter to play rehearsal. Amy has to drop out of opening weekend of the show (they open tomorrow), but because of the nature of the show, there are understudies available all over town. I grab a bite to eat while she rehearses.
At 9:00pm, I return to pick up my daughter from rehearsal. We run by the hospital on the way home to wish Amy good night, and return home by 10:45pm.
I am a little sad.
At 5:30 she tells me that she thinks we need to go to the emergency room. As we've not gone to the emergency room before in nearly six years of marriage, including a broken arm, I throw on some clothes and we go.
At 6:00, we arrive at the emergency room, spend maybe fifteen minutes at triage, and get put in a room fairly quickly.
By 7:00, they've taken a blood sample and urine sample to make sure it's not kidney stones, asked if she'd ever had previous surgery (tubal ligation at 22, tonsils and wisdom teeth out at 24, otherwise nothing), and the usual allergy questions. It's shift change at the hospital, so they won't put her on any pain medication until after 7.
By 7:30 the nurse has come in with a pain shot, only to be stopped by the doctor because of the results of her urinalysis. My wife is pregnant. They change the pain medication to be on the safe side, and schedule us an appointment in ultrasound.
By 9:00, we've come and gone from ultrasound. There's nothing visible in the uterus, but there appears to be a growth on the left ovary.
By 10:00, we've consulted with the on-call Ob-Gyn. There's a 95% chance that the growth is a ectopic pregnancy. We discuss options, and decide to have it removed before it ruptures. He says that we'll probably have to wait until 5pm to get to surgery.
By 12:00, we've been admitted to the maternity ward.
By 1:00pm, she's gone into surgery. I wait, and pace, and worry.
By 1:45pm, they call to tell me she's in recovery, and it's gone as planned. The Ob-Gyn comes into the waiting room to tell me the basic details of what, under different circumstances, might have been my first biological child.
By 3:00pm, my wife has wheeled back into her room. She's a little out of it. In the meantime, my daughter has found out through a third party that Amy's in the hospital, and has become only slightly hysterical.
By 4:00pm, I've gone to get my daughter and bring her to the hospital. She's a bit calmer.
At 5:30pm, I leave to take my daughter to play rehearsal. Amy has to drop out of opening weekend of the show (they open tomorrow), but because of the nature of the show, there are understudies available all over town. I grab a bite to eat while she rehearses.
At 9:00pm, I return to pick up my daughter from rehearsal. We run by the hospital on the way home to wish Amy good night, and return home by 10:45pm.
I am a little sad.
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Date: 2006-12-01 06:36 am (UTC)I'm sorry about the pre-baby but glad that your wife is recovering. Hang in there.
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Date: 2006-12-01 06:57 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-12-01 10:29 am (UTC)Thank God that Amy's going to be OK, but it's still terrible.
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Date: 2006-12-01 10:50 am (UTC)I'm sorry you've had such a poor time lately. :( Please give her our best though!
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Date: 2006-12-01 11:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-01 12:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-01 12:34 pm (UTC)*gentle hugs for Amy*
*bigger hugs for the rest of you*
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Date: 2006-12-01 12:41 pm (UTC)*hugs to all*
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Date: 2006-12-01 12:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-01 01:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-01 02:36 pm (UTC)Best wishes.
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Date: 2006-12-01 02:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-01 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-01 06:45 pm (UTC)I am sorry that you are sad, but I'm glad that Amy is okay.
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Date: 2006-12-02 12:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-02 03:03 am (UTC)And that was Thursday.
I can't imagine, and I'm trying very hard, how you might be feeling. I'm so relieved that your wife is ok. Still... It is sad.
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