Diabetes Free!

OK- yesterday was a dramatic day! I had an appointment at 8 in the morning, which is hard to get to when you have to get yourself and a little girl ready and get her to her friend Porter's house all in time for your scheduled appointment. But, we made it with a few minutes to spare! I had to drink the nasty, thick, sugary, flat-Sunkist tasting drink (which sends chills up my spine and makes me want to vomit) right when I got there and sit until I saw the doctor. That part wasn't too bad because I brought a book to read.
Then, I had to see the one doctor that I am not crazy about, and I felt like he rushed me. I know I am probably their least favorite kind of patient, but when things worry me, I cannot rest until I know the reasons behind my concerns. Anyway, he measured my belly and told me I measured fine and baby is head down, and as he walked towards the door, he asked me if I had any other questions. That is not exactly the way I want to be asked, and it reminded me how much I love seeing Dr. Adcock because he sits there and chats and makes you feel like he has nowhere else to be. I told him that I have been having contractions and that when I have them, the lower right side of my stomach is so tender that I cannot even touch it. He just waved his hand and said, "That doesn't bother me. Anything else?" I kept talking to him as he walked closer to the door and pressed the button on the wall that tells the nurses that he is finished to come put new paper on the chair/table thing. And back out to the waiting room to finish waiting my hour for the sugar test!
I went back to the nurse's station and got my finger pricked. The nurse is telling me that she knows everything is fine, most people have normal results, and she wants my glucose to be less than 140. The screen pops up and says 168. My stomach dropped, and she told me she had to send more blood to get another reading. I was upset, but I held it together through the checkout. All I could think about was how Gestational Diabetes can make for very large babies, possible low blood sugar in the baby after birth, higher risk for respiratory distress, etc. Thank you NICU for always making me think of worst case scenarios! I thought it was just hard to work there full-time when I was pregnant with Kate because I had to see those scenarios. BUT, it is no different when I am not full-time. I still think of everything that could possibly happen to Blake.
Another few things to add to my frustration... I went to check out and I told them that I really wanted to see Dr. Adcock next visit because it has been so long since I saw him, but they told me that I really needed to see the one other one I haven't seen this pregnancy. Why wasn't anyone listening to me?!?! Also, I had exactly $2 for the parking card machine. When I got down there, I waited in line for 10 minutes, and when I got to the machine, they had raised the price to $3. I had been there a little over an hour, and I had to put $3 on my credit card because I didn't have anymore cash! And, when I got to the mechanical arm to put my parking card in, the arm was stuck in the air, so I didn't even need the stupid card! What a day! I called Brandon, and when I was telling him about the bad morning, I just burst into tears. I told him that I had not been doing a good job of taking care of myself or Blake, and that I had already tainted his chances of a smooth, problem-free entrance into the world. He just calmed me down and told me that I was overreacting and that we have nothing to worry about yet, etc.
To end the drama, I called today at lunch to ask what my blood sugar was in the send-off labs they took after my finger stick. Good news- it was 131, so I passed afterall! I don't have to go now to do a 3 hour glucose test, yay!!! All of that drama was for nothing. I am very thankful that everything is ok and that I don't have to worry about blood sugars, big babies, etc. Just wanted to share the good news with everyone!