Recruiting Hell Part IV

In the beginning of 2004 things are getting better. I start hanging out with K more and more. We even start going out alone on Saturday evenings, leaving the kids with our husbands. I had never once left my children alone with my husband before that. Now I was leaving them with him once a week. He was happy I was getting a break and off his back. I was starting to realize that he really had no control of his schedule. Before that I just assumed he was staying late on purpose. SGT Asshole had a hold on our lives and I hated it.



Because they had messed our pay up so badly and overpaid us so much, we were sent to a budget counselor. She was to figure out how much we could afford to live on while they recovered the extra money out of his paycheck. We had a plan all in place and some asshole in finance decided it wasn't "fair" to us, so spread the payments out over 28mths. GRRR! The way we had it planned it was going to be paid off in 4mths. Life really sucked at times.



Things were getting better with each passing month. By the summer of 2004 I was much happier and settled. We decided to try for another baby. I had planned on getting pregnant in Dec. Normally when I decide to get pregnant, boom that next month I am pregnant. Nothing happened for months. All the stress we were under had effected both of our fertility. (Side note: I forgot to mention that when all the high stress, no money, him never home, me alone, mad at mothers, was going on I actually developed shingles from the stress. That's when they sent me to a therapist.)


A year passed and things were as normal as they could be. Finally after a year of trying I became pregnant. I found out the day after I took the girls for Valentine's pictures. I was used to missing periods, they had been very odd since we moved. But I had a run in with the girl taking the pictures. She did a shitty job and I left without ordering one single picture. Very unusual for me, I am not that confrontational usually, at least not in public. The next day I was feeling so yucky I took a test and was finally pregnant.

I was elated, finally after a whole year. I know that is nothing for some women to experience and that I am lucky I have children at all. I just knew I wasn't done, I wanted more babies. My pregnancy started normally. My first two pregnancies had been very easy, not much happened. I should have known from my first visit with the OB that I was in for trouble. She looked at me and said I know you are going to be diabetic. She based this off the fact that I am overweight and that there was a 12oz jump in weight from my first to my second child. I should know to keep my big mouth shut, but don't know enough. I made the mistake of telling her I "failed" my first two blood sugar tests and had to take the 4hr fasting blood sugar test with my 2nd child.

Things went smoothly for the first few months. I lost 20lbs, which was perfectly fine considering I was over 40lbs overweight. I had really terribly morning sickness, first time I had that problem. My 3rd pregnancy was the first time I vomitted from morning sickness. But that was normal. Then she did my 1st ultra sound and found out I have placenta previa, not too bad though, she said it would take care of it's self in a few months. But until then, no sex. My husband was out of town for the next two months anyway.

Then came the blood sugar test, UGH! I of course failed the first test. I was way over. I went to have the 4hr fasting, drank the nasty shit (I really hate that stuff and will not miss that part at all) and had my first and second draw, then proceded to vomit all over myself. Naturally I was mortified and left to get cleaned up. Felt terrible for the rest of the day and refused to go back for another try. My Drs response to my stubborness was to treat me as a diabetic, threatening me with insulin injections. She told me to take my blood sugar four times a day for two weeks and come back to discuss the results. I did so, morning, after lunch, after dinner, and before bed. Mind you she never told me I needed to stop eating at 7pm to get a proper fasting blood sugar in the morning. So out of the 4 tests a day for 14 days, I had three high readings. All of them were in the morning, all of them were on mornings after I had been up until midnight eating and drinking. She considered me full fledged diabetic after that.

So to appease her for the rest of my pregnancy I let her go on believing what she wanted. I kept taking my blood sugar level, never had a high reading again, since I stopped eating after 7pm. And I never changed my diet, I lied to her and told her I did. I was eating a whole cake a day and eating shaved ice with koolaid every hour. I love sugar and was not willing to cut it out of my diet. I never gained a poung this pregnancy, actually lost a lot of weight.

Then she did an ultra sound 6weeks from delivery, baby was breech, and because of it my fluid looked low. The first thing she said to me, before I even spoke, was "I WILL not turn a baby with a low fluid level. You will HAVE to have a c-section." I was not pleased and was terrified. I went home and reserched breech presentation and found several ways to postition myself to encourage the baby to turn. After three days of this I felt her flip. My next ultrasound confirmed this. But even after I went back to her and she had the report that the baby was head down and my fluid was normal, she still said most likely c-section. At this point I knew she was angling to just do it for the extra cash. I was livid and I told her absolutly not, I would not be having a c-section. Nothing was wrong with me, nothing was wrong with the baby. I had been getting ultra sounds and stress tests twice a week for two weeks and nothing was abnormal. She still made me do these until the baby was born, but I won the c-section fight.

To be continued......