Oh Baby, Baby: Eight Hours in Emergency Room
Being paranoid new parents like we are, we are super-nervous about any tummyaches that occur within The Sven's maternal belly. Yesterday she came home early from work, so I left home early (she was complaining of some cramping and general tiredness beyond the norm). We called the doc, but it was a Friday afternoon and he was gone. The very nice nurse said it was probably nothing, but if we wanted piece of mind, we needed the emergency room. Well, my thinking is this--what's worse: wasting time in an emergency room or knowing that you could have prevented a bad thing and not done it? Long story short, Svenny is a-ok, the baby is a-ok, and apparently she just had a bit of an intenstinal problem and possibly a bladder infection. She had a slight fever too and a higher pulse rate (which I personally think could have been due to the extreme discomfort of the evening on her, but I digress), so they slapped an IV on her and filled 'er up. By the time we left, we'd heard the heartbeat again and her pulse and fever were back to normal.
The scary thing about children is that they can break. It's even scarier when you can't see the kid yet. I know we're just nervous new parentiods, but Sven's sister went into preterm labor at 5 months and was on bed rest for the last trimester. Sven is at 19 weeks (almost halfway) and even though we're out of the first trimester woods, I don't think I'll rest easy until the kid is 90 years old.
The scary thing about children is that they can break. It's even scarier when you can't see the kid yet. I know we're just nervous new parentiods, but Sven's sister went into preterm labor at 5 months and was on bed rest for the last trimester. Sven is at 19 weeks (almost halfway) and even though we're out of the first trimester woods, I don't think I'll rest easy until the kid is 90 years old.