Well – That’s an hour of my life I will never get back. At least I can say the hospital paperwork is done for now. I bet if you took all of the paperwork that goes with having a kid at this hospital and started making paper origami cranes, you’d be up to your neck in duck sauce in short order. How ever did women manage to have babies before the insurance age?
That was the bulk of our visit today. The truly important stuff came in the last 10 minutes when meeting with the anesthesiologist. He did make a big point of promising that there would be an anesthesiologist, and not an anesthetist, performing my epidural tomorrow. Big difference, or so I am led to believe by the doctors reassuring head nod. Perhaps I’ll look that up some day. I assume that one is an MD, and the other is less credentialed. It doesn’t matter much to me, just so long as SOMEONE with a big needle full of painkiller shows up.
Nevertheless, he went over my medical history and gave me my marching orders:
- No food or water after midnight.
- Be at the Women’s center at 7am.
- They’ll spend some time put a line in my arm, where they will pump me full of fluids.
- I’ll be given several pills and potions that will keep me
fat, dumb and happyfrom barfing and passing out when it’s time for the epidural (when you are all numb and stuff, your blood pressure drops and you get some nausea and so on).
He also warned me that I would not be able to cough effectively. As you may know, an epidural numbs one from the chest down. But what I learned today was that the only reason you can still breath is because the nerves that run your diaphragm come off your neck, not out of your chest. The doc said that about 85% of breathing is diaphragm driven. Coughing, however, requires more help from the other muscles of the ribs and abdomen, which won’t work so good for me tomorrow. Good to know. Perhaps I should have asked him what to do if I can’t breath due to gloppage…
After that, there was the drawing of much blood and a see you tomorrow.
I guess we are ready. I hope we are. I’m a bit nervous still. A friend said to me today, “The second time is scarier, ’cause you didn’t know what to expect the first time.” He’s right, in a way. But this really seems like a first time, as it is all soooooo different from last time. It’s the second first time again. How do I score that?
BTW, I’m feeling a bit better with the cold today, thanks for asking. I think a few more days of easy rest and soup will set me right as rain. Oh, wait.
More tomorrow. I guess we are taking the laptop to the hospital with us. I may even blog tomorrow night! Thanks for all the good wishes and prayers.