In late 2009 we found out our new baby was a boy. It took a while, but Charles finally decided to name him Adam. He wanted the middle name to be Thomas, but I didn't.
Jump to January of 2010. This would the begging of a VERY hard year for us. Our health insurance changed. I would have to find a new High Risk OB/GYN. Not an easy task when you are already 7 months pregnant. We could stay with the idiot Dr. DeSplinter, but we would have to pay thousands of dollars. We find another doctor at St. Luke's in the Woodlands. Days before my first appointment things changed yet again, not in a good way. Charles lost his job at St. Luke's. Nothing like being more than half way through a pregnancy and having your husband lose his job & insurance.
No insurance. Now what?! I would have to go stand in line for hours and try to get on Medicaid. Before I was able to do that I had to find a clinic and have a pregnancy test done for proof of pregnancy!!! SERIOUSLY?! Talk about a waste of money. We had to though, so we did. Whatever. Now time for the Medicaid process. Knowing how crazy lines can get when it comes to something of that nature, I left at 5:30am to go get in line. I got there around 6:15am. There were a few people in line before me. Here I am 7 months pregnant standing in line, in the dark, exhausted, hurting, worried, waiting. I was so worried that I wouldn't have everything I needed to get everything squared away. After waiting in line for almost two hours, they open the doors. They pull other people out of line that had appointments. Um EXCUSE ME! They told me on the phone that they did NOT make appointments for ANY of their services! I was extremely angry.
After another couple of hours of waiting I was finally called back. They took care of the Medicaid party, but Charles wouldn't be getting it, just Sarah and myself. Since we had a brand new car, he didn't qualify? It wasn't as if we had bought it after the fact. We got it about six weeks before hand. We did try to get rid of it, but we would have been upside down. These people told us to let it get repossessed. No thank you! After they gave me the temporary papers for Medicaid they tried to rush me out. I told them I was suppose to get food stamps as well since my husband wasn't receiving unemployment. They gave me the card and I was finally done with a day in hell.
Now the fun of Medicaid, what a horrible system it is. The doctor we had been using for Sarah her entire life, didn't take Medicaid. We searched and searched for a GOOD doctor for her. No luck. The first group we picked out was a nightmare. I took Sarah in for a double ear infection. This nurse walks in grabs Sarah's hand and says, "come with me so can weigh you, Mom wait here." Sarah flipped out. I was filling out paper work and heard Sarah start crying louder. I walked into the hall and the nurse said, "wait HERE Mom!". Two seconds later she came back with Sarah and got a good tongue lashing from me. She asked why Sarah was crying I said, "because she doesn't know you and you ran off with her! a GOOD nurse would have known that. don't EVER take my child without again!". The doctor walks in and Sarah starts up again. The doctor looks at me and said, "why doesn't she like people what is wrong with her?!" I reply, "NOTHING IS WRONG WITH HER WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU AND YOUR STAFF! Maybe if you would take the time to talk to your patients parents and find out what is going on it wouldn't have happened. Now please just check her ears and such so we can get meds and go." Needless to say we never, ever, ever went back AND we reported them to Medicaid.
We found a decent group out here. I felt sick to my stomach each and every time we had to take her. The office was clean, but the office staff was unorganized and lazy. The nurses weren't compassionate. The doctors were ok. My new OB didn't take Medicaid. I spent literally hours on the phone looking for a new doctor. I called every single one listed for the particular Medicaid plan they had me on. Finally I have to just go back to my original doctor. Dr. DeSorry!!! Now the Medicaid office and all the other doctors we have dealt with only needed the temporary paper from Medicaid, it took months to get the cards. Dr. DeSorry tried to refuse to see me with that paper. After teeth pulling and facts thrown in her face she finally saw me anyway. Trust me, I didn't want to be there. There simply was no other option, I was too far along for another doctor to even think of taking me on, especially on Medicaid.
In the meantime Charles is trying so hard to find a job. We had been having a few problems shortly before and right as he lost his job. He was a completely different person, not a good thing. When he lost his job it seemed to humble him. I think him seeing what I really did on a typical day made him open his eyes.
All the stress from the past several weeks was getting to me. I kept getting UTI's, there was sugar in my urine. I was border line on the one hr glucose test so I did the three hr. It was negative. I was going in weekly for monitoring. At 38 weeks I got a horrible sinus infection. The doctor would do anything. At 38 weeks my ears were killing me. At my appointment she said they were fine. The next night I start having other problems so Charles takes me to L&D. They try to stop contractions and the doctor told them, "don't check her ears they are fine." Hours later they send me home. Hours later I end up in Tomball Hospitals ER (hell on earth). My ears were bleeding, I had pink eye in both eyes, I could hardly breath between asthma and sinuses. Yet, Dr. DeStup insisted I was ok less than 24hrs ago. At this point a few people on FB thought I was being selfish and a jerk bc of all the venting I was doing. Those people need to keep their mouths closed in the future and not say a word unless they have been in my exact situation.
Dr. DeSplinter played stupid...wait...maybe she wasn't playing stupid...about my ears. I was still having contractions. She told me to drink more water. When I told her how much I was drinking she said, "oh...well....drink....more?" Two days later I go to L&D daily and they keep trying to stop my contractions. Finally, on Palm Sunday, I couldn't sleep bc of contractions. I tried to wait until a semi decent hour to take Sarah to my parents. About 7am we get to Tomball Hospital. Dr. DeSplinter wasn't on call, THANK YOU JESUS! They try, yet again, to stop the contractions. They load me up on different drugs and say they will be keeping me over night. Right before they put me in a room they started me on something else to stop or slow down my contractions. Charles left to get my over night bag from the house. He had been gone about fifteen minutes when the nurse and the doctor came RUNNING into my room. The contractions were getting stronger and closer together. Their efforts to make me go to 40 weeks failed. I called Charles and told him to come back bc they were prepping me for the c-section. My parents, Sarah and Charles get there right as they were taking me into the OR. Everything we fine from there on out. Adam was 9lbs 12oz, born at 2:13pm Sunday, April 28, 2010.
Obviously there is much more that has happened over the last two years. I will keep updating/catching up. The other blogs shouldn't be as long or as detailed as this one. There is actually quiet a bit that I left out for the sake of not turning this into a novel.