13 Weeks

12 weeks 6 days

Been awhile since I've posted, a lot has happened. Most recently, I changed my OB yesterday.  My previous OB first off, didn't even deliver Keaton,  she wasn't on call -- since I was admitted at 2am on a Sat. She basically read from my file when I saw her at 8 weeks, there was no connection to her anymore, I felt like she was someone different... her staff was all new too. Didn't feel right. Well at 12 weeks my appt was canceled due to snow. No one called me to let me know I was rescheduled to Friday afternoon so I didn't show... when I mentioned my family emergency (I'll get to below) they had no sympathy or compassion and came across as wanting me to change my plans all for a stupid... pee in a cup, step on a scale, read blood pressure appt!!! So dumb.  Well I did finally get my 12 wk appt on  2-17. We got to hear heartbeat (160s!) & they did the other stuff I mentioned. I told them of my recent back pain and the Nurse practioner didn't even check me out, just assumed it was something muscular. Ugh thanks doc. Then I told her of my bad migraines, likely due to weather though, she instead decided to refer me to a neurologist.  Uh no thanks, been to one... who only gave me drugs and an MRI that was clean. I'm good... not to mention a consultation isnt scheduled for 2 months,  how does that help me now???

Oh and the billing office provided the bloos pathologist gal my old insurance -- from 2011! Wth? So I've been getting ridiculous high bills, had to call the company to straighten it out (keaton finds that to be the prime time to be loud,  beg for me, have a fit,  etc). Lovely.

Anyway I got it all settled out with a newer doc, in my town and in a convenient area I don't mind going to. I got the dr I want, I go in about 4 weeks and can't wait. 

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Well onto my family emergency news. Unfortunately on February 12, 2014 we let go of my amazing grandfather Douglas Allan as he completed his journey to Heaven. He was an astonishing 90 years old... when I think of that,  I look at how much history had been created during his life. All the wars, the presidents, racism, economic changes, weather changes, all the eras and fashion statements, the birth of all his 4 girls, his man grandchildren and even great grandchildren including the ones he will never meet in this lifetime.  I celebrate his life, he's finally back in his dad's arms, his dad who passed away when he was just one year old. I celebrate his beautiful solid marriage to my grandmother,  even after she lost the battle to alzheimers/dementia. I mourn for my grandmother who will never understand her loss. For my mother who lost her rock,  as much as she may not admit.