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Wednesday, April 13, 2016

33ish Week Appointment

All is well with me (gained a little weight, lower blood pressure and fluid are still within acceptable range) and Emmie (passed her BPP much more quickly). Dr. Ackermann says I don't need a DTAP because I got one when I had Lucy. To clarify exactly what date we were looking at as 38 weeks since our weeks change on Wednesdays while they normally schedule c-sections for Monday mornings, I asked whether we would be going on the Monday that is 37 weeks, 5 days or the Monday that is 38, weeks 5 days. He said we'd go on Wednesday when we're officially at 38 weeks. The date doesn't matter much to him he said, but the government is keeping an eye on early deliveries because some doctors have scheduled deliveries for their own convenience at the expense of newborn health. He said we can go ahead and schedule the c-section. The receptionist did not schedule it yet, and Dr. Reynolds may come up with a reason for a Monday delivery, so nothing is set. Wednesday would give Matt a couple days to recover from the semester and help me with final house preparations, and it would mean that Susie would get back in time to help with Lucy. That would be good. Of course, all that assumes that we don't run into problems before then. Dr. Ackermann said that if my fluids are low or I'm having contractions at 36 weeks, they'll get Emmie out. And I'm with Matt; if it was safe to get her out today, we'd vote for that. I want her to be fully developed and healthy, but I also want her to be alive, which she certainly is today.

The possibility that Susie would be back in time to help with Lucy could not have come on a better day. We experienced why you really need two people to keep up with Lucy. Lucy had a rough day and made Susie's day pretty rough, too. Lucy was tired and out of sorts but excited to play with Shawn and Susie, so I thought everything would be OK. Then we started hooking up the car seat in Susie's car, and Lucy lost it. She screamed and cried and tried to run away. "No ride in Susie's red car. Me ride blue car." She has ridden with Susie before, so this was unexpected. We had to hold her down to get her into the car seat. I could tell that she would fall asleep in the car. I had estimated 5-7 minutes. Apparently, she screamed for 15 minutes. She would start to doze and rouse herself to scream some more. Eventually, she did sleep until Susie had to stop for gas. Then the crying started again. When Shawn got out of a meeting, they took Lucy to a park, and she was happy to run around. Susie told Shawn it was his job to get her back into the car. Shawn just said, "Lucy, do you want to go see your mom? Let's get in the car." And she hopped right in. I'm sure the incentive was important, but the asker probably also affected the outcome. Lucy would do nearly anything for Shawn. He keeps marvelling at how weird it is to have a girl like him and want to sit by him. Well, most girls don't have the bearded, bespectacled academic as their paradigm for manhood. To Lucy it's just like having another daddy in a slightly different shade. :) And Lucy loves her daddy. However, no one is like mama. Mama is just barely a separate person from Lucy, so it's not possible to have mama in another shade, even though Susie would be a good fit for "mama in a different shade" if such a thing were possible.

It was tough to see Lucy so unhappy when we left. I knew she would be fine. She would be safe and cared for and loved. I was also pretty sure that my leaving was not exactly what was causing the meltdown. She was tired, and her idea of what was going to happen was not being met. If we had dropped her at their house or left her on campus in the stroller, she probably wouldn't have shed a tear. She did talk this evening a little about how mama and daddy were gone today. That seemed to bother her only a little. She was adamant, however, that she did not want to ride in the red car again. Appparently, her attachment to our car was more important than her attachment to her parents. :) We'll work on the car thing.

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