All throughout my pregnancy and since Maddie was born I have been wanting to get life insurance so that if god forbid something should happen to us, she would at least have that. This last weekend Alex and I finally had the time to sit down and enroll (thanks, Tim!) and in order for everything to go through we had to have a nurse come to our home and get urine and blood samples. Enter Nurse Dingbat.
He arrives at our house and just seems to be one of those nervous people who is constantly flustered. He spoke really fast and kept repeating himself over and over. But okay, the guy is a little strange, whatev. First he has Alex and I both do the urine sample, then he takes both our blood pressure and pulse no problem. Next is height and weight, which by the way I thought breastfeeding was supposed to help you lose weight - yeah, not so much.
Lastly is drawing blood. He asked which of us wants to go first and since I was in the chair next to him I say I will go ahead but that I just didn’t want to watch. He places the tourniquet on my arm (very tightly) and then proceeds to take forever to get all his supplies in order and put on his gloves. The whole time looking at my arm and asking if people have ever had trouble finding a vein on me before. Okay, the nerves start here. I tell him no, I had blood drawn numerous times while pregnant and have never had a problem. He continues to talk about how he is feeling around trying to find and vein, then begins to give me a play by play as he inserts the needle. Then, “whoops, not in yet” and begins to move the needle around inside my arm looking for a vein.
That was the last thing I remember.
Next thing I know I am coming to laying on the floor and all I can here is the baby screaming and nurse Dingbat repeatedly saying “wow, it’s a good thing I caught her.” And once I come to he promptly ask Alex if he is ready (with the baby still screaming in her bed where Alex had laid her down to attend to me). Are you SERIOUS? Give him a few minutes, will ya?
So, while I am still laying on the floor recovering Alex has his blood drawn and is told that he needs to hold his finger over the spot for at least three minutes and Alex is all “No, I think I’m going to pick up my screaming daughter.” Then the guy proceeds to draw my blood WHILE I AM STILL LAYING ON THE FLOOR!!! And he is still giving me a play by play of what he’s doing. I think I had to tell him three or four times to be quiet, that I didn’t want to know what was going on. Just draw the blood and get out of my house!
Now, in the spirit of full disclosure, I have passed out once before while having blood drawn but it was the very first time I had it done and it was over 12 years ago!! I think this guy just had no idea what he was doing.
I know by now you are wondering how all this relates to Pepper, right? Well, I am a firm believer in the fact that animals know when things are going wrong. I still to this day believe that both Baylie and Pepper knew I was pregnant and that was why I could not get them off of me the entire time. It would just be me in the bed, but both of them had to be as close to me as possible with Pepper preferring to be on top of me. As you can see by this picture of her using my belly as a pillow:
And last night, she knew again. According to Alex as soon as I went down she was immediately laying on top of my stomach and would not move. He ended up having to put her in the bedroom in order to get her to leave me alone. Once I came to and she was let back in the living room she would not leave my side. She made circles around me and kept coming up trying to lick me in the face to make sure I was okay. Then, when I finally moved to the bed to lay down she laid right next to me for the rest of the night.
So, to our Pepper Lou, thank you for being my first responder last night. And I promise to make Maddie's 5 month post soon!
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