On Aug. 28th, I went back to Dr. M for the first of my two visits. I was told that I would continue to have two visits a week (Tuesdays and Fridays) until the birth of the baby. Dennis was able to come with me on this trip, which made it a special time. He hadn't been to an appointment in forever, so I was eager for him to see the baby on the ultrasound and maybe get a peek at a 3D image. I just knew that this kid was going to come out looking like his "mini me", and I wanted him to see the ultrasound to prove it. Seeing the pictures that I bring home just isn't the same as watching him on the screen. Everyone says that Andrew looks just like Dennis. I really don't see it, but the baby in the belly was sure proving to be a closer fit.
We started out with the monitor as usual. I felt bad that Dennis had to sit in the room with me and wait out the 20 minutes of me being on this monitor. I know that he had canceled a bunch of meetings to be with me, and I didn't like that he was sitting there doing nothing! The monitor was fine, and everything showed to be normal. We were able to move on to the ultrasound room rather quickly after that, which is when Dennis and I met up with the "bad" tech from last Tuesday. :( I was so bummed that I got her again, and so I made another mental note not to get my next ultrasound on a Tuesday. She again complained about there not being enough room in my belly to get a good picture of the baby. Nonetheless, she printed out a few pictures for us before saying she was done. I asked if she could at least try for a 3D image, since my husband made a special trip to come to this appointment. She tried and gave us one view of the baby. I could tell that Dennis was happy to see his features on the little boy in my belly. It was nice to share that experience with him. Sometimes, it is hard to know what he's thinking or feeling about the whole thing. We already have one son and have been through this all before. This visit showed me that he was getting excited for his second son, to see him and get to know him. It just made everything much more wonderful, even though I still don't like the ultrasound tech.
After we saw the little guy on the screen, I told Dennis that he could leave. It was already an hour after my appointment began, and I didn't want him to miss any more of work. My visit with my doctor was extremely short anyway. We mostly just talked about the results from Andrew's delivery. It turns out that I did NOT have an epidural. Though I had to sit up and they put something in my back, it wasn't an epidural. I knew it. The drug that they injected into my back was a narcotic, but it appeared to be one that didn't reach the baby. It was one that was meant to take the edge off of the pains I was feeling so that I could push. I believe it was called Fentanyl. It gave me some relief to know, finally, what I was given then so that I would be ready to have this baby knowing that I can do it without an epidural. :)
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