Not only I was told I have gestational diabetes, but that same week I had a bleeding scare. It started Thursday morning, I called my doctor and she told me to make an appointment to check it out. Friday Feb 14th, Valentine's day I woke up and the bleeding was gone, so I decided not to go to the doctor anymore. The day went by just fine until 3 or 4 in the afternoon when I went to the bathroom and was horrified to see giant blood clots, I called the doctor again and she told me to go straight to the hospital to the labor and delivery area. I called Mike and he didn't answer his phone, no surprise there. I texted him that I was taking a taxi cab to the hospital and not the doctor's office and he called within 5 min. Apparently he was in a meeting. He got home half and hour later and off we went to the hospital. It was so fast that we didn't even try to contact somebody to watch Lisa, we just took her with us. I was admitted to the hospital and had to wait there for about two hours. The doctor came and did some tests and examined me and then told me everything was fine. Apparently it is quite normal for some women to have some bleeding during pregnancy, she also said that I might have hurt myself picking something up and what it was coming out was probably old blood. She told me not to worry unless the blood was bright red. It also turns out that the doctor's office was closed due to the "snow storm" and that was the reason I had to go to the hospital. Pretty scary, especially since this is the first time something out of the ordinary has happened during either of my pregnancies. I was afraid the doctor was going to tell me that I couldn't go to Mexico but she actually said that it was fine as long as I took it easy and went to the doctor as soon as I came back. Everything is fine now, except for the sugar thing. I keep calling the diabetes education department to schedule the class my doctor wants me to go to, but they haven't called me back. I told one of my doctors when I came back and he told me that some women have been kicked out of the practice for not following up and not checking their sugar. I wonder if this is just another way doctors get money? I can control my sugar intake and check my sugar level on my own I think. Why the insistence? After I was told I have gestational diabetes I have been very good at staying away from carbs, sugars and other stuff and I actually lost 5 pounds although that was not my intention, I know very well this is not the time to worry about losing weight. So I am pretty sure that even though the class would me more informative I can very well control whatever is happening to me. Anyway I will keep trying and if not I am just going to buy one of those finger pinching little things just to make sure I am doing the right thing. Enough of body talk.
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| This is our baby girl. She doesn't have a name yet. Mike and I can't agree on one. She was sleeping with her arm to her face the whole time so we couldn't get a better angle |
Oh my our trip to Mexico. It all started quite all right. My ex-neighbor Steve dropped me off at the airport. I knew it was going to be difficult, I have a huge belly and a girl that is becoming more and more independent and stubborn. It was all going fine until I had to take her out of the stroller to pass through security, she did not want to go back to the stroller. She does this thing now where she runs like crazy whenever we put her in the floor, once her little feet touch ground there is no stopping her, so I knew I had to put her back in the stroller as soon as possible so I could go to the train to get to our gate. I tried my best to pack lightly, but I still was traveling with a 52 lb suitcase (the lady at the counter felt bad for me and let me go with 2 extra pounds), the diaper bag, and my back pack with extra diapers, my computer, and my camera. Lisa screamed all the way to the gate but we made it on time. She was a nightmare during the flight but thankfully I was placed in an empty row, I am so grateful the flight wasn't full. I was able to put the diaper bag next to me to get snacks, diapers and our precious tablet which I needed so much during this trip. I so love Curious George I feel like donating money to PBS.
The good thing is that my sister was waiting for us at the airport in Cancun, normally I would have had to take a bus to the bus station and then another bus to Merida. I can't even tell you how relieved I was to see my sister and her husband waiting for us. It is always the happiest time to see people you have been missing so much.
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| Here is Lisa when we got in the car with my sister in Cancun |
We got to my parents home that night and everything was fine. Lisa had a blast playing with her cousin Roberto, who is 26 day younger than her, and she was having fun running around. She was her normal self and did not eat anything we cooked but only food from the approved list that is Avocados, cheese, milk, bread, peanut butter, some fruits and some veggies.
As I said everything was fine, sure Lisa was extra hot and sweating like most gringos would be, and sure she had some mosquito bites even though we tried so hard to protect her from them. I bought a super expensive baby mosquito repellent that we basically poured all over her at all times, and we put a protective screen over her crib at night and for naps to prevent mosquitoes to even get close to her. Other than the heat and mosquito bites she was doing fine. Up until Friday the 28th. That day some of my friends had organized a small baby shower and I was planning to take Lisa with us. That morning Lisa woke up with a fever, I gave her Motrin and she was cranky but fine. Then in the afternoon when the medicine wore off she had a fever of 103. I had given her some milk and fruit for lunch and she threw it all up all over my poor sister. I called her doctor and she told me not to give her milk when she has a fever because it upsets their stomach. Good to know. We kept her hydrated while she refused to eat and we also managed to control the fever. My mom had to stay at home to take care of her while my sister and I went to my friend's house for the baby shower. After Friday she didn't have a fever anymore but she was in a terrible mood. She would throw tantrums for the smallest things, she would not tolerate her cousin, she would only want people to hold her. It was frustrating, my family kept telling me that maybe she had had enough and that she wanted her stuff, her house, her crib, and her dad. I feel so bad that the last four days were so bad. After the fever she got a rash all over her body, so her crankiness was aggravated by mosquito bites, the heat, a rash and a bottom rash, which she probably got because we changed her milk while we were there. She had never had a rash in her life so I didn't know what to put on it, I found a product similar to Desitin but it didn't do much. My poor Baby Lisa is too American for my parent's house.
I am so very grateful for all my sister did for me. We decided not to tell my mom about the bleeding problem I had just before going there so my sister was the one helping me so I wouldn't have to be picking Lisa up and stuff like that. She was also great at being there with her son so they could play together. It was so nice to have somebody with your at all times. I love my sister so much and I couldn't have done it without her.
The day we came back was a nightmare too. When I got to the airport in Cancun the airline people told me that I needed a special form to be able to take Lisa out of the country, which made absolutely no sense. They made me go to the immigration office at the airport only to be told that they were ridiculous. I am Lisa's mother and she is not even Mexican, so I don't need any type of form the take her wherever I want. I went through security and the Atlanta airport scene replayed again. Lisa crying like crazy because she did not want to be put on the stroller again. I was the second to the last person to board the FULL flight. It was horrible, the poor baby in my belly was kicked, pushed, squished and more, but we made it safe. I had never felt more in need to see my husband, I was exhausted, stressed out, sad, frustrated, and Lisa was worse. I just wanted to see his face and to know that I was home and that I was safe and that I didn't have to do everything alone. Mike was not there and it took him almost two hours to get to the airport. Traffic was to blame according to him. I totally lost it. I wanted to take a cab home and be done, but I waited. Even as mad and frustrated as I was as soon as I saw him I felt so much relieve. It also helped that Lisa all of the sudden started yelling Daddy! Daddy! it was so cute and it confirmed to me that she was in fact missing her stuff, she started laughing and screaming in excitement when we put her in her car seat and when we got home and she saw Ella our dog. It is good to be home.
