Baby Check-Up

So today marked the first day of Fall Break for the kiddos.  Lovely right?  Except when Mom has an ultrasound and OB appointment that Dad can't make because of the work schedule.  I arrived at the doctor's office and signed in.  The kids began playing musical chairs all over the waiting room.  They were constantly up and down and moving around.  Hawkins was stomping around the room and talking as loud as he could, despite my constant shushing.  Nothing I could bribe them with or threaten them with seemed to help.  At least there was only one other lady in there at the time and she didn't seem too annoyed with the kids.

The ultrasound tech called us back first.  This was the part I was most nervous about, and rightly so.  I was getting a repeat BPP (Bio-Physical Profile) to see if Holt could pass the breathing portion.  The kids attempted to resume their musical chairs with what little seating was available.  Notice I said, "limited seating".  So it wasn't long before they were arguing over who got to sit and where.  Hawkins was again talking at the top of his lungs as I continued to tell him to quiet down.  Finally, the perturbed technician turns to my little two-year-old and begins to explain to him, as if he were ten, why it is important to be quiet.  I layed there, coated in gel, wishing it would all quickly come to an end.

Holt did pass his breathing (finally!  third time's the charm) so we got a perfect 8 out of 8 score.  My fluid had also gone down.  Sadly, she was told not to check the weight because insurance only pays for that every two weeks.  I will not be getting any more ultrasounds so we won't know his weight until he is born.

I texted Adam the good news about the ultrasound.  Every week he tries to spike my blood pressure right before the nurse takes it in efforts to have the baby early.  He began texting me all kinds of things to get a rise in my pressure.  Of course, my blood pressure was fine.  I gave him a call shortly after and explained to him that if the three kids in the ultrasound couldn't raise my blood pressure, then the texts were futile.

Next, we moved to the exam room.  The kids and I played the longest game of "I Spy" waiting for Dr. Li.  Mostly it was a gamble every time it was their turn to pick something.  I sat there hoping they wouldn't pick one of the illustrations of ovaries or other unmentionables from the chart on the wall, for fear that they would then ask me what it was.  At least this held their attention and kept them out of trouble.  I do think Dr. Li enjoyed seeing them all, considering he brought all of them into the world.  He commented how they all look just like Adam.  Then came the fun part.  Ever been examed with your three children in the room?  I tried to make it more like hide-and-seek where they hid behind the curtain while Dr. Li did what he needed to.  Of course, one of mine had to peek.  Geez!  Of all the days that Adam's work schedule has to be so crazy he can't take off an hour to come to the doctor!

The moment became surreal when Dr. Li attempted to schedule my c-section.  The hospital will only schedule 2 weeks out from your 39th week.  Knowing that already, it was unbelievable that Holt's arrival is literally right around the corner.  He left the room for a second to grab his datebook.  When he returned, he realized that I am 2 weeks and 3 days from the c-section and the hospital will not allow him to schedule it today.  His birthday will be determined one week from today, provided Holt doesn't decide his birthday all on his own.