Two Fridays ago, Wayne and I got into the car to go to the Labor and Delivery Triage for the third time in 15 days. (I never go the ER or the like cause I hate the wait and the lack of help it generally brings, some things excluded i.e. to cast a broken bone or stitch a wound. so for me to go, things really must have felt not right.) Within 50 minutes they had me admitted and moved over to labor and delivery, blood work ordered, I had already spoken with 6 or 7 specialists and Wayne and I were getting nervous. It showed in our eyes but we tried to keep conversation light.
It was at this point, that the lab lady asked for them to get me an ID bracelet (not sure how we missed that step) and she drew the first set of about 30 or 40 sets of blood over the next week. My arms feel like pin cushions. Then look like they were brutally attacked from all sides, like they fought the good fight...and lost. Every blood draw took 2-3 sticks. Veins were used multiple times, they called in rapid response and used a sonogram machine to find veins and even sonogram guy (who was completely inappropriate and made me feel like I needed to mention "my husband" just so everyone was clear!) couldn't get it. Vials of blood were drawn from finger sticks and lengthy squeezing sessions. (I had never seen that one before! The remnant bruises of sonogram blood guys attempts are by far the ugliest. The bruises are a visual reminder of how my body failed me, of how my body failed my son.
4 comments:
Oh Thrisha, what an awful experience! I've come to realize after having blood draws quarterly for years...that I am very touchy about that type of thing.
I enjoyed my time with you yesterday and look forward to more time with you.
Do not be silly. You have failed at nothing. I am so sorry this has been such a rough time for you, but you have NOTHING to be ashamed of. Love you.
You should take pics of your arms and randomly send them to the hospital.
And a guy hitting on you while you are trying to give birth. That is a scary type of guy. You should take his pic too.
I feel a bit lost, but I have gathered that you gave birth and your little boy is growing. My prayers are with you and I look forward to your "bits and pieces" of this big story. The birth of your little miracle....
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