Yes friends, you read that title correctly. Last night I found myself back in Urgent Care where I was greeted by name. I felt like VIP.
I spent the day shopping with my girl Jenny at Easton for our maternity shoot. It was awesome. Then I came home and Drew cooked me dinner. That was awesome. It was time to dip into his yummy spaghetti squash with homemade meatballs. I went to the cupboard to get our bowls.
Let’s pause there so I can bring you up to speed on my trials and tribulations with “baby brain”. I’ve never felt so incompetent in my life. Every thing I do, I screw up in some minute or major way. A few of my wonderful clients have experienced this part of my pregnancy with me. A few of my co-workers on the road have experienced this with me. And of course Drew has been it’s biggest victim. I’m also incredibly off balance and clumsy. Running into doorways and doorknobs constantly. I’ve stepped on poor Saucy more in the past two months than I ever have in her life.
Ok…so here I am, about to pull down bowls from a cabinet I’ve pulled bowls out for the past 3.5 years. I bobble the bowl with my grip. I can see it falling. Instead of doing what a normal person would do – which is just let it fall…I guide it to its demise with my hand. As it bounces off the granite counter and shatters in my hands, I can feel the broken porcelain slice right into my right ring finger.
I turn to the sink and say to Drew
“Bunny. I cut myself really bad.” – he said I said it in the saddest voice with a matching sad face.
And then I went to my knees and hovered above the point of consciousness and passing out.
Dramatic? yes. True to Megan Form? yes. If you are one of the lucky friends or family members that have been with me when one of my injuries includes blood and pain – then you know I typically pass out. Hence my anxiety and fear of the doctor and needles.
Drew. Was. Amazing. He grabbed paper towels and came to the kitchen floor with me while he slowed the bleeding and kept me conscious. (This was his first time seeing me in this state and his re-enactment of it is hilarious. Just ask him.)
Drew: (pulling back the paper towel) I think you’re going to need stitches.
Me: (Start crying) I don’t want stitches.
Drew: But it will heal faster and it won’t hurt. You know honey, you need to stay calm. This stress isn’t good for BBD. And you’ll really need to stay calm when you actually have the baby.
Me: (In my head I forgave him for that last sentence. Because my finger had its own heartbeat and he was helping me by not letting me see it. AND I knew he was right) I’m calm, I’m calming down. I just need to lay down all the way.
So we went from sitting on the kitchen floor to laying. Paaaaaaaathetic. And I really did try to slow my breathing and stop the protrusive sweating because I know this kind of stress isn’t good for BBD.
He put dinner away (as I started crying again because I’d ruined our little date night) and bandaged me up. I used naughty words when he did that because it hurt like none other. He said “you can call me bad names. That’s 0k. And I’ll fix you a huge bowl a Party Cake ice cream when we get home.” God, I love this man.
We arrived at Urgent Care where, yes, they knew us. I warned the doctor of how nervous I was of needles but I promised to keep my stress level low for the baby. I don’t think he believed me, since I said this with a pale and sweaty face and asked to lay down on the table. Those red flags inspired them to glue instead of stitch! We can skip the need for numbing and sutures! YAY!! Bad part: I have to wear a splint on it for at least a week if not longer. (Notice they said skip the need for numbing and sutures. Not skip the need for needles.)
Get ready…here is an un-bandaged photo of my nasty little cut. If you’re squeamish I made the picture Drew took very tiny so you can skip over it if you need to.
After he cleaned it out (that didn’t hurt) and glued me up (that stung. I kept informing Dr. Nelson and Drew that I was doing ok. Probably convincing myself more than anyone else.) The doctor said nonchalantly “Ok, now for your tetanus shot.” Whaaaaaaaaaat??? No one mentioned this part. But they also didn’t say that we could skip the needles all together.
All better!! Think I felt incompetent before this? Well now I’m really a mess. How am I typing this right now? Very, very slowly. And I’m going to need to go back and change all my “o’s” from “0”.
In hindsight I find it comical that they treated me how you’d treat a child. Don’t tell them what’s coming so they don’t have time to stress over it. Smart doctors and nurses they have at Martha Moorehouse. (And Bri…if you’re reading this, you gave a great tetanus shot. Didn’t hurt a bit! This morning felt like I’d slept with a brick on my shoulder.)
I had to cancel our shoot with Jenny for today. I didn’t want my huge bandaged finger in all of our photos. And BBD is fine. This kid is going to be super tough with all the trauma we’ve endured together so far. Or this is a glimpse into my future…first name basis with Urgent Care.
So that’s the latest from our house…what’s up with you?