It seems everybody is finally recovering from their coughs and colds and I had a really good night’s sleep. I woke up in time to check my e-mail, do some blogging, and then finish some transcription that needed to be delivered today. I was feeling great and thinking of all the things I wanted to get done today.
When Mr. Pete got up, we chatted while he was getting ready for work, about lots of stuff… what happened on E.R. last night, what’s going on with my blog, what I want to do with the kids etc. etc. As we were walking down the stairs I was telling Mr. Pete about a blogging I wanted to do about the words and actions of Jesus and how I was going to need out big wedding bible to do it. (Our big wedding bible has all of Jesus’ words in red ink – it’s kind of neat actually.) Anyway we are chatting away and then WHOOSH!! I’m on my back looking at the ceiling. It took me a second or two to realize that I had just fallen down the stairs and another second to realize that I had really bumped my back.
Mr. Pete was pretty excited. He quickly helped me up and asked me if I was OK, which I think I was. I mean everything that should move on its own did, but I knew that I was going to be sore tomorrow morning and that my back was probably going to turn black and blue. But more importantly was the baby OK?
SO I did what any of you all would do… I did a Google of the effects of falls in the 2nd trimester. So far none of my injuries seemed very important, no bleeding, no gushes of water, baby was moving, no contractions, no pain. But of course every article I read on the topic also said just to be safe, call your doctor.
I gave mine a call thinking she’d tell me to do kick counts and take some Tylenol, but I’m learning this one is a lot more cautious than that. She wanted me to come in to have rhythm strip and perhaps some other tests, just to be sure. And she advised that I do it today!
DRAT!! The whole afternoon was going to be wasted in waiting rooms and hospital beds. As Mr. Pete had to make some important deliveries today, I decided to take Samthesecond son… mainly because Sam and Calvin would spend the day bickering if I just left them to their own devices. So leaving my three youngest ones in Calvin’s charge, Sam and I made a delivery to one of my customers and then we drove to the hospital.
I will say that in all of the hospitals I have been in over the past 15 years, this one had the nicest staff. They really seemed concerned about me almost to the point that I began to feel that maybe something was wrong! But they were really just giving great service. Sam and I did sit for an hour while they ran a strip on the baby’s heart beat. Nothing wrong there. I think the baby didn’t like the belts and monitors because several times there was some determined kicking going on. Sam was fascinated with the whole thing, at least for the first 1/2 hour. We watched a lot of t.v. including an old Bob Ross program. You know, the artist on PBS who made amazing paintings with wide paint brushes and knives and such. That really was enjoyable.
Finally they said the doctor wanted to make sure there was no bleed and had ordered an ultrasound. Ugh… you know my feelings on ultrasound. As I’m laying there the technician is putting the probe over my stomach and she said, “There’s something seriously wrong…” (I aged 20 years in that second) “with my computer.” They finally got that settled thank goodness and everything else looked fine. No bleeding, placenta looked low but again that didn’t seem to be problematic for now either. Oh… I found out the sex of my baby as well. But I can’t blog it because Mr. Pete doesn’t even know yet. Sam knew though because we gave him the pictures and then of course as soon as we got home all of the siblings know. And they all think it’s great that we have a big secret from Daddy. I wonder which one of them will crack first.
I didn’t get any of the other stuff I wanted to do done. I did however finally start re-reading the Father Lovasik book that I wanted to do for lent. This is one of those books that you could just hand the priest in the confessional and say, “See Father, look at chapter one… that’s me, did that, did that, don’t do that, yep did that etc.” It’s really insightful, but more on that later.
While Sam was watching Mr. Ross paint and otherwise surfing channels, I thought a lot about the past week in the blogosphere and about paradigms and how they really affect how people perceive each other. Ever notice how someone can write something and it can be taken completely oppositely than how it was meant, or that two people can read a comment and come away with two different opinions of the writer’s intent? And I also think this might be a big difference in the way guys communicate orally and in writing and in the way women do. We gals are sure hard on each other!
Anyway, I’ll see if tomorrow I can pull of those thoughts into something cohesive over the weekend.
Have a great weekend!
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