Showing posts with label doctor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doctor. Show all posts
Friday, December 11, 2009
Update
All of Hunter's tests came back normal and it turns out it's just something he will grow out of, with no worries of long-term side effects! Praise God!!!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Announcement
Late Breaking News...
Dr. Seven Kids is no more. He has a new name, now. Dr. Eight Kids. Seems his wife is due with Ocho in June and we're just now finding out. I'm hurt to say the least, considering all the life-altering details we've shared with him, and he keeps this from us?! I mean really.
Of course I'm kidding. He's still my favorite doctor, despite his less-than-open policy. Those of you who have known me for more than half-a-second, know that sometimes I don't exactly say the most appropriate thing at the most appropriate time. And, as soon as Dr. Eight Kids mentioned his wife was due in June, I immediately blurted out "Another one?!!?" ...and then I proceeded to immediately remove my foot from my mouth. Sheesh, Allison. "Congratulations" would have been the appropriate thing to say... oh well. Blame it on the baby brain.
All in all, the appointment went well. It seems my intense swelling is completely normal and our little guy is head-down and getting ready to go. His heartbeat is fluttering just fine and my belly is measuring perfectly on schedule - right at 35 cm, one centimeter for each week. 40 weeks, here we come!!!
Dr. Seven Kids is no more. He has a new name, now. Dr. Eight Kids. Seems his wife is due with Ocho in June and we're just now finding out. I'm hurt to say the least, considering all the life-altering details we've shared with him, and he keeps this from us?! I mean really.
Of course I'm kidding. He's still my favorite doctor, despite his less-than-open policy. Those of you who have known me for more than half-a-second, know that sometimes I don't exactly say the most appropriate thing at the most appropriate time. And, as soon as Dr. Eight Kids mentioned his wife was due in June, I immediately blurted out "Another one?!!?" ...and then I proceeded to immediately remove my foot from my mouth. Sheesh, Allison. "Congratulations" would have been the appropriate thing to say... oh well. Blame it on the baby brain.
All in all, the appointment went well. It seems my intense swelling is completely normal and our little guy is head-down and getting ready to go. His heartbeat is fluttering just fine and my belly is measuring perfectly on schedule - right at 35 cm, one centimeter for each week. 40 weeks, here we come!!!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
All Points Bulletin
I know, I know... I've been a little slack on the postings lately. In my defense, we've been a little busy. After all, we have just 57 days until our little guy gets here! Just so no one feels left out, here's an update on all things Allison-and-Jamie:
Doctor's appointment:
All went well at our last doctor's appointment. My blood pressure, weight and belly measurements, and his heartbeat were right on target. It looks like our 3rd trimester is going to be just as uneventful as the first and second, and that's exactly how we'd like it.
As some of you know, we've been circulating through the practice for the past few appointments, since our doctor decided to go and have a baby of her own. Go figure. As much fun as it sounds - it's not. We've seen the pregnant one, the super formal one, the nice one, and the awkward resident one, and even the kookie one (who I think may be on drugs). Just kidding... sort of. Thankfully, our last appointment was with the nice one, again. With seven, yes I said seven, kids of his own, he exudes confidence and he's easy to talk to. You can tell he's been through this a time or seven before. He answers your questions, all of them, in ways that make sense and don't make you feel silly or embarrassed. And, unlike the others, he asks for your questions first thing in the appointment - so you don't have time to forget them! Because after you've hoisted yourself onto the exam table, rolled up your shirt, rolled down your oh-so-attractive full-panel pants, been measured, been slathered with ultrasound goop, and heard your baby's precious heartbeat... it's a little hard to remember all 17 questions you were planning to ask.
When you've been seen by Dr. Seven Kids, you leave feeling proud of your additional 30 pounds and you're totally ok with the fact that you now somewhat resemble an umpa loompa. You feel like you are prepared to do this thing called delivery - even after you've been given the down-low (pun totally intended) on an episiotomy, discussed the ways IV pain meds can make you rather loopy, and talked about cord-blood milking versus quickly cutting the cord. (By the way, all of these were fully discussed at our last appointment, so if you have any questions - I'm now an expert.)
So, over the next 8 weeks, I'll be praying that Dr. Seven Kids is on call when our baby boy decides to make his entry. Everyone's help with this ultra-important prayer request is greatly appreciated :)
Nursery:
The big nursery news this week: WE BOUGHT A CRIB!!!! It's funny how much relief I feel now that we have the crib. I guess, in my silly-maternal-nesting ways, the crib makes that room not just any room - it makes it his room. And, somehow, by providing a place for him to sleep, I feel like everything is going to be ok. This must be a maternal thing, too. Because, Lord knows, there is so much left to do before he comes!
House:
Not much to update here since last week was the big house weekend. We did buy our very first garden hose. One of the blessings of renting for the past 3 years is that we never had a lawn to maintain, thus the lack of yard equipment. So, now we have our very first hose to go with our very first yard.
We also hung up the hummingbird feeder we got for Christmas. I absolutely can't wait for the humming birds to buzz outside the kitchen window! These might be little things, but they sure do go a long way in making this house feel like our home.
Work:
All is well on the work front. Last week, I spent 3 days at our satellite office in Arlington catching up with the rest of the communications team. I'm starting to get some good projects, with some real substance, so that's exciting. For instance, I'm working on our communications efforts surrounding the upcoming Board of Directors meeting in Accra, Ghana. Thankfully, I don't have to travel there - the Ghana team will handle local specifics.
Next weekend, all of our country directors and global leaders arrive in Arlington for the annual week-long leadership meeting. So, Jamie and I will both head back up to Arlington on Friday to help with that. Should be pretty exciting and exhausting.
So, now you know all there is to know :) Night y'all.
Doctor's appointment:
All went well at our last doctor's appointment. My blood pressure, weight and belly measurements, and his heartbeat were right on target. It looks like our 3rd trimester is going to be just as uneventful as the first and second, and that's exactly how we'd like it.
As some of you know, we've been circulating through the practice for the past few appointments, since our doctor decided to go and have a baby of her own. Go figure. As much fun as it sounds - it's not. We've seen the pregnant one, the super formal one, the nice one, and the awkward resident one, and even the kookie one (who I think may be on drugs). Just kidding... sort of. Thankfully, our last appointment was with the nice one, again. With seven, yes I said seven, kids of his own, he exudes confidence and he's easy to talk to. You can tell he's been through this a time or seven before. He answers your questions, all of them, in ways that make sense and don't make you feel silly or embarrassed. And, unlike the others, he asks for your questions first thing in the appointment - so you don't have time to forget them! Because after you've hoisted yourself onto the exam table, rolled up your shirt, rolled down your oh-so-attractive full-panel pants, been measured, been slathered with ultrasound goop, and heard your baby's precious heartbeat... it's a little hard to remember all 17 questions you were planning to ask.
When you've been seen by Dr. Seven Kids, you leave feeling proud of your additional 30 pounds and you're totally ok with the fact that you now somewhat resemble an umpa loompa. You feel like you are prepared to do this thing called delivery - even after you've been given the down-low (pun totally intended) on an episiotomy, discussed the ways IV pain meds can make you rather loopy, and talked about cord-blood milking versus quickly cutting the cord. (By the way, all of these were fully discussed at our last appointment, so if you have any questions - I'm now an expert.)
So, over the next 8 weeks, I'll be praying that Dr. Seven Kids is on call when our baby boy decides to make his entry. Everyone's help with this ultra-important prayer request is greatly appreciated :)
Nursery:
The big nursery news this week: WE BOUGHT A CRIB!!!! It's funny how much relief I feel now that we have the crib. I guess, in my silly-maternal-nesting ways, the crib makes that room not just any room - it makes it his room. And, somehow, by providing a place for him to sleep, I feel like everything is going to be ok. This must be a maternal thing, too. Because, Lord knows, there is so much left to do before he comes!
House:
Not much to update here since last week was the big house weekend. We did buy our very first garden hose. One of the blessings of renting for the past 3 years is that we never had a lawn to maintain, thus the lack of yard equipment. So, now we have our very first hose to go with our very first yard.
We also hung up the hummingbird feeder we got for Christmas. I absolutely can't wait for the humming birds to buzz outside the kitchen window! These might be little things, but they sure do go a long way in making this house feel like our home.
Work:
All is well on the work front. Last week, I spent 3 days at our satellite office in Arlington catching up with the rest of the communications team. I'm starting to get some good projects, with some real substance, so that's exciting. For instance, I'm working on our communications efforts surrounding the upcoming Board of Directors meeting in Accra, Ghana. Thankfully, I don't have to travel there - the Ghana team will handle local specifics.
Next weekend, all of our country directors and global leaders arrive in Arlington for the annual week-long leadership meeting. So, Jamie and I will both head back up to Arlington on Friday to help with that. Should be pretty exciting and exhausting.
So, now you know all there is to know :) Night y'all.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Mama called the doctor & the doctor said...
...no more monkeys jumping on the bed!
Just kidding. As you may recall, Friday was my date with
Mr. Glucola - the worst tasting soda-wannabe you'll ever drink. Well, I drank and drank and drank that seemingly endless orange stuff. It's not so bad at first, but by the end you feel woosy from the sugar rush and you're burping orange syrup - not my idea of fun at 7:30 in the morning. Jamie, on the other hand, thought it was a riot. Haha. I should have made the nurse give him one, too!
Fast forward one hour, and mean-nurse-lady draws my blood, all 4 tubes for my glucose test. I'm not sure why I don't like her, but she looks cruel, never smiles, doesn't talk to you, so in my book that makes you mean - good at drawing blood - but mean none-the-less. I'd much prefer the nurses in the downstairs lab, but you only go there when you have to give LOTS of blood - like for your initial full-panel work up. Let's just say, I'm A-OK with never seeing them again.
Nowadays, I take it like a champ. I don't even flinch now when they poke me, much less turn white and almost pass out like I used to. See Mom? I AM all grown up! :)
After a quick call today, I got the results of the glucose test and as usual, everything is perfect. My glucose level was 93. Gestational diabetes begins at 130 and up. The way I see it, the news couldn't have come at a better time. Girl Scout cookies just went on sale.
Just kidding. As you may recall, Friday was my date with
Mr. Glucola - the worst tasting soda-wannabe you'll ever drink. Well, I drank and drank and drank that seemingly endless orange stuff. It's not so bad at first, but by the end you feel woosy from the sugar rush and you're burping orange syrup - not my idea of fun at 7:30 in the morning. Jamie, on the other hand, thought it was a riot. Haha. I should have made the nurse give him one, too!Fast forward one hour, and mean-nurse-lady draws my blood, all 4 tubes for my glucose test. I'm not sure why I don't like her, but she looks cruel, never smiles, doesn't talk to you, so in my book that makes you mean - good at drawing blood - but mean none-the-less. I'd much prefer the nurses in the downstairs lab, but you only go there when you have to give LOTS of blood - like for your initial full-panel work up. Let's just say, I'm A-OK with never seeing them again.
Nowadays, I take it like a champ. I don't even flinch now when they poke me, much less turn white and almost pass out like I used to. See Mom? I AM all grown up! :)
After a quick call today, I got the results of the glucose test and as usual, everything is perfect. My glucose level was 93. Gestational diabetes begins at 130 and up. The way I see it, the news couldn't have come at a better time. Girl Scout cookies just went on sale.
