Ultrasound and Rain's ER trip
Well yesterday sure was fun... (sarcasm). It started out great, though. We had our ultrasound! Baby looks happy, healthy, and playful. I have such cooperative fetuses, lol. When I want to know the gender, they spread their legs for the whole world to see, and if I don't want to know the gender, they stay cross-legged! haha This baby stayed cross-legged the entire time, which is what we were hoping for! The techs and the midwife don't even know what the baby is. 
I was so nervous that I'd accidentally see private parts, as I saw them with both my other two kiddos before the techs even saw it. But yay! None of us know the gender.
The day went downhill after we got home. We got home at about 4:30 and it was past Rhiannon's nap time, so we put her to bed and let her sleep for about an hour. When I went in there to get her up and change her at about 5:30 pm, she was standing on her bed (which she does all the time, she looks out the window in her room), and she was barely on the edge. I guess opening the door startled her and she basically dove off the bed and SMASHED her head into her toybox.
I rush in petrified that she hurt her neck or something. She's screaming, of course, and I pick her up and there is this huge gash right below her eyebrow. It's like gushing blood (you know how head wounds are). My husband comes rushing in and was like "OMG!"
So he tries to clean up all the blood on her face, while I'm rushing to get some clothes on (I was in jammies), and get Seamus' shoes on. I also change Rhiannon's diaper while Gwydd is holding her (and of course, it was a poopy diaper...). It takes about 10 minutes for us all to get everyone dressed and out the door. The hospital is only about 2 blocks from the house, so we weren't in a SUPER rush. Anyway, we get there and pretty much all the looks on everyone's faces there were like "ACK! Poor baby!"
The doctor and nurses annoyed us (we always seem to get annoyed with medical professionals... especially in the hospital). Doc said she needed stitches (which we figured... the gash was too large and deep for glue), and that we could do this one of two ways: (a) we can wrap her up like a burrito and hold her head still while the doctor tried to use a sharp needle by her eye to stitch it up while the two year old screams bloody murder; or (b) they can put her under (knock her out) out for about 25 minutes so no one had to hold her still and he could have an easier time stitching her up. Clearly, doc was pushing option b... and he basically made option a sound like a horror show. He also tried to play amateur psychologist and kept telling us that with option a, she might be fearful of hospitals and doctors for years to come... and since my husband would be helping to hold her down, she'd have resentment toward him... yadda yadda.
Anyway, Gwyddion was very uncomfortable with making a 2-year-old unconscious for a 5-minute procedure. He just felt that she was far too young for that. I agreed with him. Then they sent in a set of two nurses to try to convince us to go with option b. Coming in and saying "I'm just coming in as a nurse and a mom to help ease your mind about the drugs...." blah blah blah. She, too played amateur psychologist. Good gods we hate hospitals, lol... So we told them our decision, they were disappointed, but were like "well... alright...". Then the doctor came back in, and after we told him our final decision (option a), suddenly that option sounded much less like a horror show. He said that they'd give her a local anesthetic (didn't even MENTION that beforehand... he made it sound like she would have no pain relief) and that it should go pretty smoothly. The hardest part will be her screaming because she's immobilized. Well gee, that sounds about a million times better than how he described it before! But of course, they want to push the drugs, so none of that is even mentioned at the initial consultation.
When they FINALLY came in to do the procedure, they asked me to take Seamus to the waiting room while Gwydd stayed there to help hold her head in place. She screamed for a bit, especially when they gave her the local. But then she calmed down for the most part and even though she was still pissed that she couldn't move, the procedure went pretty smoothly (there were parts when Gwyddion got a little sad for her because she was yelling "Dad! Dad!" and "All done! All done!" aww...). The whole thing took about 5 minutes, and afterward, she hugged Dad and said "thank you" to the doctor, LOL. They all thought that was super cute. Hmm, sounds like she's not all that resentful of doctors and of Daddy. Immediately after, she was basically acting like none of this even happened, haha.
Today her eye is still swelled up, she's got a black eye of sorts, and we were told that the black eye might get worse in the next few days, but not to worry. She's running around the house today, annoying her big brother, and basically acting like nothing ever happened, LOL. Figures that she's already trying to steal her little brother or sister's thunder!
Yesterday was an "all-about-baby" day, and she was like "Well I'm not having that!", haha...
Anyway, here are some ultrasound pics, and some pics of Rhiannon's eye gash.
Baby didn't really give us any profile shots, unfortunately. While "he" was nice and cooperative about NOT showing us the goods, he was also basically bouncing off the walls and rolling around constantly. So no profile pics, unfortunately. Oh well!
Here's Rain's eye gash (from right after we got to the hospital). It definitely looked worse in person. That gash was actually really deep.
And here's her right after getting the stitches:
I was so nervous that I'd accidentally see private parts, as I saw them with both my other two kiddos before the techs even saw it. But yay! None of us know the gender.
The day went downhill after we got home. We got home at about 4:30 and it was past Rhiannon's nap time, so we put her to bed and let her sleep for about an hour. When I went in there to get her up and change her at about 5:30 pm, she was standing on her bed (which she does all the time, she looks out the window in her room), and she was barely on the edge. I guess opening the door startled her and she basically dove off the bed and SMASHED her head into her toybox.
I rush in petrified that she hurt her neck or something. She's screaming, of course, and I pick her up and there is this huge gash right below her eyebrow. It's like gushing blood (you know how head wounds are). My husband comes rushing in and was like "OMG!"
So he tries to clean up all the blood on her face, while I'm rushing to get some clothes on (I was in jammies), and get Seamus' shoes on. I also change Rhiannon's diaper while Gwydd is holding her (and of course, it was a poopy diaper...). It takes about 10 minutes for us all to get everyone dressed and out the door. The hospital is only about 2 blocks from the house, so we weren't in a SUPER rush. Anyway, we get there and pretty much all the looks on everyone's faces there were like "ACK! Poor baby!"
The doctor and nurses annoyed us (we always seem to get annoyed with medical professionals... especially in the hospital). Doc said she needed stitches (which we figured... the gash was too large and deep for glue), and that we could do this one of two ways: (a) we can wrap her up like a burrito and hold her head still while the doctor tried to use a sharp needle by her eye to stitch it up while the two year old screams bloody murder; or (b) they can put her under (knock her out) out for about 25 minutes so no one had to hold her still and he could have an easier time stitching her up. Clearly, doc was pushing option b... and he basically made option a sound like a horror show. He also tried to play amateur psychologist and kept telling us that with option a, she might be fearful of hospitals and doctors for years to come... and since my husband would be helping to hold her down, she'd have resentment toward him... yadda yadda.
Anyway, Gwyddion was very uncomfortable with making a 2-year-old unconscious for a 5-minute procedure. He just felt that she was far too young for that. I agreed with him. Then they sent in a set of two nurses to try to convince us to go with option b. Coming in and saying "I'm just coming in as a nurse and a mom to help ease your mind about the drugs...." blah blah blah. She, too played amateur psychologist. Good gods we hate hospitals, lol... So we told them our decision, they were disappointed, but were like "well... alright...". Then the doctor came back in, and after we told him our final decision (option a), suddenly that option sounded much less like a horror show. He said that they'd give her a local anesthetic (didn't even MENTION that beforehand... he made it sound like she would have no pain relief) and that it should go pretty smoothly. The hardest part will be her screaming because she's immobilized. Well gee, that sounds about a million times better than how he described it before! But of course, they want to push the drugs, so none of that is even mentioned at the initial consultation.
When they FINALLY came in to do the procedure, they asked me to take Seamus to the waiting room while Gwydd stayed there to help hold her head in place. She screamed for a bit, especially when they gave her the local. But then she calmed down for the most part and even though she was still pissed that she couldn't move, the procedure went pretty smoothly (there were parts when Gwyddion got a little sad for her because she was yelling "Dad! Dad!" and "All done! All done!" aww...). The whole thing took about 5 minutes, and afterward, she hugged Dad and said "thank you" to the doctor, LOL. They all thought that was super cute. Hmm, sounds like she's not all that resentful of doctors and of Daddy. Immediately after, she was basically acting like none of this even happened, haha.
Today her eye is still swelled up, she's got a black eye of sorts, and we were told that the black eye might get worse in the next few days, but not to worry. She's running around the house today, annoying her big brother, and basically acting like nothing ever happened, LOL. Figures that she's already trying to steal her little brother or sister's thunder!
Yesterday was an "all-about-baby" day, and she was like "Well I'm not having that!", haha...
Anyway, here are some ultrasound pics, and some pics of Rhiannon's eye gash.
Baby didn't really give us any profile shots, unfortunately. While "he" was nice and cooperative about NOT showing us the goods, he was also basically bouncing off the walls and rolling around constantly. So no profile pics, unfortunately. Oh well!
Here's Rain's eye gash (from right after we got to the hospital). It definitely looked worse in person. That gash was actually really deep.
And here's her right after getting the stitches: