Good News, Bad News

Yesterday’s OB visit was uneventful. I got to see our favorite nurse, which is always nice. She weighed me in at 3 pounds more than last time, which I’m told is perfect; one pound per week is what’s expected during this stage of pregnancy. We talked about my current medication, which now includes amoxicillin for my sinus infection (only 2 more days to go on that!) The funny thing was, I couldn’t remember the milligrams I’m taking, and she couldn’t remember how to spell it, so while she puzzled that out, I called Hubs to ask him to check the bottle and tell me. Turns out I can spell amoxicillin unaided (see? I’ve done it twice now) so that worked out well.

Tempest decided to hide from Dr. Badass when she went to find its heartbeat with the Doppler machine, but once she found it, she declared the heart rate perfect and said I’m pretty much on auto-pilot, and the easiest patient she’s ever seen. We talked a little bit about the integrated screening that’s being done, and the various ways that each doctor might choose to review it. I.F. and I were both a little nervous when the Big Hospital contacted me to set up the second blood drawing for it, because we still hadn’t heard back on the first set of lab results. Turns out that whoever is reviewing the results this time prefers to wait until the second set is complete, so they have the full picture before notifying us of anything. Which makes sense, but still nerved me up. No need, though. Things look good.

On the downside, I popped over to the local Coop where my ex (Pooka’s biological father) works after the appointment. We have a standing arrangement: Every year when he gets his W2s, I do his taxes. He’s generally good about paying me for it, so I don’t worry about getting a check up front. He didn’t have it with him, so I drove him back to his place to get it.

While I waited, I got a text from Pooka, relating some physiological information such that I called Mama and asked her to pick up Hubs and Pooka and drop them off at the ER so I could meet them there. I had the school nurse release her early and rushed back from the Queen City. The doctor checked her over for about 3 minutes and declared it a minor problem, gave her a mild medication to take for 10 days and sent us home.

Except that when I was pressing on her belly last night (and this morning), it was enough to make her jump when I touched above her belly button, and a narrow swathe curving along the right side of her navel. She called me from school today, begging to be allowed to go home. I told her no, that based on the doctor’s prognosis, she wasn’t going to feel better for a couple of days, but something still nagged at the back of my mind, and Hubs agreed that it didn’t sound like the ER doctor’s prognosis was correct, based on his own experiences.

I called her doctor and spoke with the triage nurse. After describing Pooka’s symptoms and yesterday’s situation, the nurse felt that Pooka should be seen as soon as they could fit her in. She has an appointment for noon today. Thankfully Hubs is home today and can take her over.