You know when you hear, "Hey, I've got some more warm goo here if you need it," while doing ultrasound after ultrasound in the emergency room for 5 hours, that things aren't working out the way you planned.
That was last Sunday.
Rewind from that to the Thursday before and that's when Mama's leg started to hurt with a specific spot all swollen and red.
And then roll forward again to early Sunday morning and we're off to the emergency room.
At first it was a supposed abscess in Mama's leg. That's what the emergency room doctor thought. Turned out not to be the case.
Sunday mornings aren't for watching your 38-week pregnant wife's leg being cut into. Nope, not by a long shot.
Then the doctor ordered more vein scans and a few hours later the OB on call came to the conclusion that we were dealing with borderline dangerous blood clots requiring heating pads and bed rest and eventual anticoagulants before birth if necessary and definitely post birth. No more midwifery or home birth.
What the -- ? You've got to be kidding.
Flip over to Monday afternoon when we got a second opinion from another OB seconded even by another specialist that everything was in much better shape than what the hospital OB told us.
Thank goodness to Godness. No prose can come close to expressing the level of distress we experienced, especially Mama.
But fast forward almost a full week from emergency room trauma and she's been feeling much better. We both are. My mother-in-law was a tremendous help as well this week keeping life as seamless and sane as possible for Beatrice and us. (How many guys can say that about their mother-in-laws?)
I had hoped for a Friday the 13th birth yesterday (even though Bryce isn't due until August 22), but no go. Mama's more than ripe and more ready than ever, though.
After all the blood clot fights, what are the legal and moral ramifications of giving your unborn child an eviction notice?*
No hate mail or phone calls, please.
*Credit for the eviction notice schtick goes to Adriana 2.0. Thank you.