Today's the Day

Well, technically tomorrow is...

Hayden's CT scan is tomorrow....

in about 12 hours I'll be back at the hospital.

e tracked down an old scrip for Andrew's anti-anxiety meds and he said I could take one...

Luckily my mom is still sick, so she probably won't come to the hospital. I love my mom, but she just doesn't want to understand why I'm still 'hanging on to this' as she puts it. So I really don't want her there if I start losing my damn mind.

I'm hoping that I'll be so focused on keeping Hayden entertained and semi-calm in his starved state that I won't remember where we are (fingers crossed). But what's likely to happen is that I'll be freaking out about being at Covenant and about him screaming for food...shit.

If anyone stumbles upon this before 10 tomorrow morning...please send good vibes, prayers, thoughts, whatever it is you want to send..our way. We need it.

PS. Happy Thanksgiving

Adavan Halen

So I called Hayden's neurosurgeon yesterday to see if there was any way we could do the test at UMC instead of Covenant. Big. Fat. NOPE. She said our insurance only approved the test through Covenant (I'm not sure why) and that the doctor doesn't have privileges at UMC anymore. So I told Andrew we were going to have to get his Adavan refilled in case I started freaking out. We have to be there ALL day. So on top of the anxiety of knowing my son is under general anesthesia at 5 months old and what they'll find on this scan, is the knowledge that just give or take a few floors, I was assaulted by people who were supposed to take care of me. How the hell am I supposed to willingly walk back into that place? Park in the same parking lot? Walk through the same doors? Check in at the same security desk?

I was on the bus on campus riding from the parking lot to my building, had my mp3 player on and just all of a sudden started freaking out and near tears thinking about it. I texted Andrew we were on red alert for the day and if I called he had better answer. I wanted to go home so badly, but I knew if I stayed that at least class would distract me until I could get home. Apparently sleep deprivation makes me emotionally ragged and edgy...

Sometimes I think about just screwing it and having another baby right now. Just to have something in front of those memories. But then I remember: I'm in school, we have debt to pay off, and until I can deal with this more, I don't think my homebirth will be the healing, amazing experience it could be. It would be just another way of pushing back what happened, and I want to get rid of it. I want to deal with it, acknowledge it and never have to worry about it again. That's my hope anyway. I really wish there was some sort of sympathetic professional I could talk to, but right now we just can't afford it. Plus my mom would wonder what I was doing and she thinks that I'm just being 'silly'

God just sitting here and letting myself think about it for a few seconds and I just want to throw up. Why haven't we invented a time machine yet?

Official petition to ban mondays....

So my last post got me thinking, that while we're in the waiting game with Hayden and I'm swamped with school, (therefore leaving no time for some I'm thinking much needed therapy) I can use this. Just to get it all out and hopefully feel a little better because of it.

Now for a little off-topic vent:

Mondays B-L-O-W. BLOW. Hayden woke up 3 times last night to eat and had soaked his diaper each time. Then when I think I'm going to get a little bit of sleep at his 5:20am wake up since Andrew is up, nope, Andrew has to take care of something. We played until nearly 8am! And then he screamed and screamed for 40 minutes before finally going to sleep. Until it was 30 minutes later and time to eat again, so he started crying AGAIN. So we ate, and he fell asleep while I was on Facebook. Went to lay him in his crib because at this point I hadn't eaten, peed, taken my meds...nothing. I lay him down and soothe him a little and go to let the dog out. I hear him screaming from the backyard. Awesome. Go in there, flip him back over, turn on his music player and he goes back to sleep. Not. Wakes up screaming. Like the my mom just dropped me on my head kind of screaming. I dance, bounce shoosh and rock around for 10 minutes to this earsplitting noise. Well I'm starting to get dizzy from lack of food and the crying, so I give up and lay him down, bundle him up, give him a pacifier and go to leave. Run right into the door frame with the side of my face. cut my temple, broke my glasses and now I have a major headache. On top of that...he STILL isn't asleep! He's whining in his crib probably turned sideways and on his back. I don't understand WHY he can't nap at home?

So now I have to put off all my phone calls (credit card, insurance, Hayden's neurosurgeon) there was gonna be a lot of ass-chewing this morning, but I guess it'll have to wait since I have no idea when the little ticking time bomb is going to go off again...

On a more related note, Hayden went to see a neurosurgeon for a bump behind his ear. They scheduled a CT scan for the day before Thanksgiving. At the hospital where he was born. I. Don't. Think. So. I have to call the nurse, and without sounding like a complete lunatic ask if they can do it at the university hospital instead. I can't go back to that place yet. I would like to never go back to that place. I freaked out just having to go to the office building that's like 1/4 mile away from there. I can't be freaking out when I'm supposed to be taking care of my son. So going there is I think not an option right now. Or I'm going to have to take one of Andrew's anxiety pills and hope for the best...

Will post with updates (unless I fall asleep and die from a concussion). Gonna go try and call a few of my list. BLAH