Monday, September 27, 2010

Where I Realize Patience Isn't Always A Good Thing

I was awake before the alarm this morning. We left the apartment around 7:45, and I was having my blood drawn by 8:30.

By 3:30 I was officially stressed. But I didn't want to be nagging the doctor so early, and I figured it could wait until they called me.

Then my husband saw me staring at the ceiling and he said to call.

So, I did. And had to leave a message for a call back.

An hour later, I called again. And they were closed.

At this point, I was seriously kicking myself for not having called earlier. I mean, they had promised a call. I was supposed to have gotten a call. WHY HADN'T THEY CALLED?!?!?!?!

Roughly 40 minutes later, our phone rang. They had nurses scheduled to return all calls received before 4, and I was lucky to be one of them.

Apparently there was a problem with my initial lab. The number was too high for the machine and so they had to dilute the sample and try again. She told me this was a good thing, means the numbers were up, but it would be another 30 minutes before she'd have any info. If the results were available before she left, I'd get a call. If not, the next call would be in the morning.

Well, 32 minutes later (yes, I checked), the phone rang again. She knew I wouldn't be able to sleep without having the count, so she made sure to check before leaving.

Last Wednesday, my count was at 86. Today, 5 days later, I am at 757. She said the numbers were perfect, doing the math on the phone for me, and insisting they weren't too high or too low.

I have to call tomorrow to schedule my 1st prenatal visit. That I can wait to do. For now, things are moving along like they should be.

It looks like our baby is here.

2 comments:

  1. Oh congratulations! Best news I've heard all day! (And that sure looks like a FANTASTIC number!!!)

    Woohooo!

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