So today was my day of appointments. Really I only had two, I could have crammed more in there if I had tried, but oh well. I do need a haircut and some new glasses, maybe next week.
I started at the OBs. I am happy to say that I will never have to drink orange glucose drink again. Now, I just hope my glucose tolerance test (gtt) is normal or I will actually have to drink that nasty stuff again. I should have brought Abby's back up glucometer and checked my blood sugar at the appt, not that we do that sort of thing ;-). Baby GiGi was happy and kicked at the Dr. when she listened to her heart rate. Also, she says I'm measuring perfectly and the scale was somewhat nicer to me than I thought it would be. Pretty good OB appt. I did learn that it's not a good idea to make the appt at 11 because then I get out of there around lunch time and driving down Colfax and then Colorado Blvd. at lunch time is not fun.
Quick stop at Noodles and Company for some Macaroni and Cheese with extra cheese sauce that I then ate while sitting on the couch and watching GROWN UP TV. Ah, the joys of my kids spending the day with their Grandparents. Thanks Mom.
Next appt was the Pediatric Cardiologist. I wasn't nervous until I started to over think the appt, then I had to calm myself down with a little prayer in the car on the way there. Turns out the little talk I gave her in the shower this morning helped set my daughter in-utero straight. She was in a better (not perfect) position and the tech was able to get clearer pictures this time. The Cardiologist is saying she has a medium ventricular septal defect (VSD) and that's about it. I'm relieved. I never thought I'd be so thrilled to hear that my daughter has a hole in between the two ventricles of her heart, but given the severity of the other heart defects out there this one is almost nothing. The VSD may close on it's own either before or after delivery, or it may need surgery later on down the road, but we can take her home with us, no stop over in the NICU first (at least not for her heart). Sorry NICU RN friends, you can come out and see her in my hospital room!
It seems like so long ago that Jeremiah and I rode home feeling numb and frightened from our 20 week ultrasound. I'm glad that it is such a distant feeling. As much as I try to be an optimistic person, I find that when something scary like that comes up I turn into a pessimistic, hypochondriac, worry wart of a person. I don't want to, and I always end up scolding myself later on for letting things get out of control. God is always in control. ALWAYS. He knows what my daughter's heart looks like, He knows her name, whether there is hair on her little head and how many there are. He holds her in His hand, He holds all of us in His hand. So why do I worry? Why is my first reaction always to worry? Instead I should turn to God immediately and say, "I don't know your plan for this, but I trust in you." Period. But I'm still not perfect, still a sinner, and still working on that. Maybe someday I will be there, but I find as a mother that it's especially hard to trust immediately in God when something involves my kids. I always come around to trusting that God's plan is perfect, but I take a scenic little route first, and gas prices are to high to be wasting my fuel on the long way home.
So there you have it. A little update on Baby GiGi's tiny little heart. It isn't perfect, but it's not to bad either, and I pray someday God will live in there, hole in the wall or not.
The kids are spending the night at my parents, so I still have the house to myself. I may just have some ice cream for dinner, so there!
