hospital update

I am feeling a bit better today. It's quite exciting. I had about 1/4 cup of broth, two bites of Jello and some Sprite. Banner day. The first food I've had since Wednesday and actually kept it down. Life is good. Later today I get to graduate to bland. I'm very excited. Actually, I am pleased. If I can successfully begin to eat without pain and yakking, I may be able to get out of here and evade surgery. We'll see. It looks like I'm in until at least Tuesday. We'll see. Thank the Goddess for insurance. I don't even want to begin to guess how much this is all costing.

The surgeon stopped by today--G and I both like him--and he's still hopeful we can avoid surgery until after the baby is born. He seems to think post-baby the gall bladder will have to go, but I am hoping, with the proper diet, we can avoid it entirely. We'll see.

I am concerned about how I'm supposed to do high protein yet baby my gall bladder because many of the protein foods exacerbate the gall bladder problems. Oy vey. I have decided that before they release me I have to get the doctors to determine exactly what diet I'm following and to what degree. Along with that, I want to sit down with a nutritionist and write a plan. I will do anything to avoid having another experience like last week. I can honestly say I've never been more miserable in my life.


baby update
Sprout is wiggling and thudding and moving about and doing his thing. He's taken to giving me the real deal kicks and thumps--not so hard that it takes away my breath, but hard enough that it startles me. I often giggle like a child. There is something very sweet about the sensation. I still find it hard to believe that a little human is inside me. All the fetal monitoring has indicated that he's doing just fine. That comforts me.

I am worried about how I"m going to work out leave when the baby comes. My boss has been so supportive, but there's only so much she can do. I have to take leave for this episode and, honestly, I'm afraid to commit to much because this gall bladder thing has been so up and down and I'm afraid to plan on working part-time and and get into a project then have to dump it. There's the $$ part of it all--I can't really afford to take much unpaid leave. I have to trust that it will all work out. I will be able to bond with my son, make a gentle transition, give myself time to recover and not put us in financial jeopardy. (Yes, it really is that close but somehow we always make it.)

Oh the things one rambles about after way too much time confined, often alone, in the hospital and pregnant.

Still, I have this feeling everything will work out one way or another. I've just been entirely too blessed and well-cared-for at every turn of the bend. Even when it doesn't turn out looking quite how I'd expected...