A little scare and someone watching

Feeling like I am gaining weight fast! But, I learned the hard way this morning how important it is to listen to your body and not worry about what the scale is saying!

Here are a few pictures pre- sickness and mini crisis.

How is it only Monday afternoon? Whew! Things seem to be a bit out of the ordinary here and it's taking its toll on me. On Saturday, Coranelle came down with a bad cough. It was actually the worse cough I've ever heard her have, and it was alarming. She sounded like a barking seal and we were scared she came down with croup. The crazy thing about Coranelle when she is sick is that it doesn't really slow her down, she just becomes harder to care for. She cries at the drop of a hat and is more stubborn than ever. She wouldn't eat or drink for us this weekend- at all. Really, nothing worked. I tried all her favorites, plus fun smoothies and Dora shaped Chicken noodle soup. But, she rejected everything. And, how do you get better when you aren't drinking or eating. Yikes! So, I called Children's hospital yesterday and found out she didn't have the symptoms of croup, just a bad cold. She has a fever of about 99 and her cough sounds less barking now, and she is breathing okay. But, she's not sleeping great, which means I am worn out and tired of fighting the food battle. I'd like to rest while she is, but she's not sleeping for long. Last night, she proceeded to knock a whole bowl of soup off the table and all over herself and our cloth dining room chair. This morning, she squished orange into the floor and then choked on her own mucus and threw up on me.
So, needless to say, I was preoccupied this morning trying to get her to eat and drink. Ryan's parents were coming over to watch her so that I could enjoy a class at the rec center and go get my third trimester glucose test done without having Coranelle. I am SO glad that they were here this morning and that I didn't bring her with me. So, here's how the morning went after I left her with Grams and PopPops. I got to the rec center to find that everyone else wanted to be there since most people had the day off. So, my step class was super crowded and HOT. I felt fine while doing Step, and then changed into my normal clothes and drank my 10 ounces of orange liquid syrup before my appointment. Part of the procedure requires that you do not eat anything after drinking the liquid. So, I skipped my typical mid-morning snack. I left and talked to my mom and Ryan on the way into the office.

See, I have this friend who had a really traumatic experience with her third trimester glucose test. She had left her older son behind and headed into the doctor to do her test. Something about the combination of the warm car and not having the usual chatting toddler in the car with her allowed her to fall asleep at the wheel and she drove head-on into an oncoming truck. She broke two major bones in her leg and had a really difficult recovery. Thank the Lord she was okay, and so was her baby. To read her whole, incredible story in her own words, see this post http://nothingbutbluesky.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html
and read starting Friday March 20, 2009. It's an amazing story, but incredibly scary and her words are far better than mine in describing the whole experience. Anyhow, I couldn't help but thinking about her this morning as I was planning to have this test done.

So, I decided to talk to someone on the phone on the way into the hospital for the test. Like my friend, I knew I wouldn't have Coranelle chatting in the back seat and demanding snacks. So, I felt fine as I listened to my mom talk about my little sister's future plans. I went in and checked in at the Lab and they told me they had to wait another 15 minutes before they could take my blood. So, as I was sitting there waiting, I started to feel really hot and dizzy. I really wanted to drink some water or eat something, but you have to wait until after they draw your blood. I put my head between my legs for a bit and started fanning myself. I decided I felt like I might pass out and I was wondering if I would do it while they were drawing blood. I looked up and told the nurse that I was feeling dizzy. She told me to walk with her and she'd find a place for me to lay down. Next thing I knew, I was on a tile floor with three nurses surrounding me in a state of panic. I was really disoriented and felt as if I had dreamed while I was out. I looked up and asked if I had passed out and they all told me that I had. They helped me up into the chair offered me water and juice, but I asked them to draw the blood first. I didn't want to repeat this whole process again. One of the ladies had apparently caught me so I didn't hit the floor or a wall. Thank goodness for her. They told me I had been out cold for about a minute and that had never happened to a patient before someone stuck a needle in their arm. All I could think of was that I was really lucky. This hadn't happened while I was driving, but in the safety of a hospital. Thank the Lord for that. Also, I didn't have Coranelle with me so I didn't drop her when I passed out and she didn't have to be freaked out when her mommy passed out. Yay for grandparents coming out to babysit.

So, once my blood was taken, the nurses called over to my doctor's office (which is in the same building now). My doctor wasn't too worried but said that I could come up for a quick check up if I wanted. I felt okay, and if it was just me, I probably would have just gotten something to eat and gone home. But, passing out with a baby inside is a bit more scary and I thought I would feel better if I got to listen to Sheldon's heartbeat and be reassured that he was okay. So, I went upstairs to my doctor's office. My doctor came out and told me that she wanted me to go get something to eat before she saw me. So, I went down and bought a chef's salad and made a few phone calls. Then, I went back up and had to give a urine sample and have my blood pressure taken. Thankfully, everything was normal and while I waited to see my doctor, I felt Sheldon start to move again. That made me smile and I was glad that the ordeal was almost over. My doctor found a strong heartbeat and wasn't too concerned. She told me that it was a combination of the glucose, not eating anything and exercising. She said it sometimes happens and as long as I wasn't feeling short of breath or chest pressure, everything should be okay. She cleared me to go home.
So, I got home and talked to Ryan's parents for a bit. I just feel like God was protecting us today and I am so thankful that it was just a little scare without serious consequences. I know I have to be sure to not skip my snacks or skimp on breakfast if I want to stay conscious. Things could have been a lot worse today.
Now, I just have to figure out what to feed a sick kiddo. And, when to rest since she slept all of 45 minutes before I got home from the doctor and doesn't seem to be going back down.