I decided since I am now 27 weeks, it was about time for Chad to get the maternity ward tour at the hospital where we will be delivering...what better way than a surprise visit to triage on a Sunday night?! Why do these things always seem to happen at night AND on the weekends? I swear, the very few times in my life I have ever needed to see a doctor ASAP has been on a weekend when there are NO doctor's offices open! So the story goes...I had been keeping myself busy that night by organizing closets and trying to put 3 weeks worth of laundry away. I was carrying clothes from the basement to the 2nd floor and when I reached the top of the stairs, BB, my parents english bulldog who we had been babysitting, was standing at the top of the stairs. Rather than push her out of my way, I decided it would be a good idea to step over her. Bad idea. Being the skiddish dog she is, she freaked out when I stepped over her, so she decided to start running away as I had one foot over her. Well the laundry went flying, my shoes flew off, and I hit the hard wood floor! Chad was in the hallway where this happened, and he immediately shoved the dog out of the way and tried to pick me up off of the ground, while yelling at the poor dog. I told him I was fine and to let me get up on my own and to stop yelling at the poor dog who is now terrified and bleeding in the stairwell. I get up and at first nothing hurt, but after a few minutes I realized my right rib cage started to hurt. This was a relief, because I didn't know how I hit the floor, so I will take my ribs over falling flat on my growing belly. I decided to call the doctor on call, just to be on the safe side. Well the dumb _______ (left blank for your imagination) took 35 minutes to call me back. In that time frame I went from thinking I was totally fine, to freaking out and thinking what if I hurt my baby! Chad walked into the room where I was sitting just waiting for her to call me back, and tears were streaming down my face. When she did finally call me back, she asked what happened, and I told her I tripped over the dog. I told her at first it didn't seem to hurt, but now my right rib cage and my right wrist were starting to hurt which made me think I did not fall on my stomach. She then proceeds to ask me if I can move my wrist and if it is swollen...seriously lady?? You are asking me about my WRIST right now? How about MY BABY?? I am no doctor, but I can think of about 20 questions I would have asked me before asking about my stupid wrist. She told me the baby was probably fine, but that trauma can cause contractions, so she told me to go to triage at B. North so they can hook me up to monitors and see the baby's heartbeat and make sure I am not contracting. I got to triage, and they hooked me up to monitors and I sat there for about 30 minutes. The second she put me on monitors and I heard the heartbeat I started crying again. I can see her notation now... "patient tearful" blah blah blah. I was just so relieved! And poor Chad...I love my husband, but when it comes to being the strong one in a situation like that, he is not so good at it. He looked more terrified than me! I might have to kick him out of the delivery room after all....kidding. We had a very nice nurse and once we were cleared to leave, she said she won't be seeing us again until June or maybe the end of May...DAMN STRAIGHT YOU WON'T! She also told me to make sure Chad doesn't kill the dog while I am sleeping :) Poor puppy! It was not her fault at all...with all of the clumsy things I have been doing lately, I should have NEVER tried to step over the dog!! So rest assured, that will NOT be happening again!
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