I spoke too soon.

I am in such a hazy fog right now that I don't even know if this post will be coherent, but I'll give it my best shot. As I mentioned previously, Matt was scheduled for hernia surgery yesterday. I spent the entire day in the hospital waiting room. The two surgeons who worked on Matt came out to tell me that everything went well, but he was taking a long time to wake up and that I'd likely still be waiting for a couple of hours. I settled in for a long afternoon just as my cell phone started ringing. I looked down to see the caller ID display the number to my OB's office.

My stomach sank as I answered the phone. Generally, my OB doesn't call me to make small talk, so I knew something was up. Sure enough, the nurse on the other end of the line was calling to tell me that one of the doctors in the practice had reviewed my ultrasound results from the day before and was a bit concerned about my amniotic fluid levels being so low. Now, if you recall, the ultrasound tech did tell me that my levels were low too, but she said they were on the low side of normal and that it wouldn't be a problem for me to sail through the rest of my pregnancy with those lowish levels. Apparently, she was overly optimistic.

My heart started to race as I listened to the OB nurse give me instructions about partial bed rest, drinking 64 oz of water a day, monitoring Macey's movements closely, and coming back for a repeat ultrasound next week. I felt like I had been punched in the gut; I thought we were past all of this stuff, and I had turned my focus to Matt and his recovery. Now, I was back to square one.

The very kind OB nurse had told me to call and schedule my repeat ultrasound for next week. I dialed the front desk and told them what I needed. The lady on the other end was extremely rude and abrasive.

"I don't understand," she kept saying, "You were just here yesterday for an ultrasound. Why are you coming back again? Who ordered this?" I repeated all of the instructions that had been given to me and listened as she popped her gum on the other end of the line. "Well, I don't have a single ultrasound appointment for next week. I can't get you in."

I'll admit that my emotional reserves were fledgling at that point anyway, due to a long day in a hospital waiting room worrying about Matt. Then learning that I had to once again worry about Macey was kind of the icing on a pretty terrible cake. I couldn't help it; the tears started falling as I explained to her that this wasn't my choice, I had to come in to make sure my baby was okay, that she needed to squeeze me in somewhere on the schedule. I guess the sound of my desperation finally made her take some level of pity on me, and she told me she'd talk with the ultrasound tech and call me back with an appointment time.

Finally, around 4pm, I was able to take Matt home. We started to notice some complications from the surgery a few hours later. Around 10:30pm, we were on our way to the ER. We spent most of the remainder of the night in the ER, arriving back home in the wee hours of the morning. Matt is miserable and in a great deal of pain and we're all completely exhausted. Thanks to the help of my wonderful mom, sister, and dad, Camden has been kept busy and distracted during all of the chaos, but I sure do miss my little guy.

As of right now, I have a regular OB appointment (previously scheduled 37 week check) on Tuesday and I am still waiting to hear back about when I can get in for my ultrasound. Matt has some follow-up appointments scheduled too. Until then, I'm just trying to soldier through, having faith that things will be better for all of us soon.