Eis woke up at 0630 this morning, which wasn't great because I had to leave at 0815 for my MRI. I was unable to pump much of anything last night and had no luck after nursing her first thing in the morning. I got a total of 1 ounce between the two pumpings! Ugh. I decided to nurse her again at 0800, right before I left, so she wouldn't need to eat while I was gone.
She didn't sleep from 0630 to the time I left. I think that set the mood for the day because she didn't sleep much all day, either! She slept maybe an hour to an hour and a half from 1430 until 2000 -- yikes! However, she did pass out at 2000. She's been asleep for two hours, but it's been four and a half since she's eaten, so I think she'll wake up fairly soon. Hopefully she'll sleep for a good stretch tonight.
Anyway...
I got to my MRI at 0830 to fill out paperwork for a 0900 appointment. My mom came with me, dad went to play golf, and Michelle stayed at home with Eisley. The nurse called me back at 0903 and asked me if I had a history of cancer, to which I replied, "Yes." She seemed mildly surprised that I'd had no radiation treatment. She said that they usually do a contrast during the MRI for people with a history of cancer. No, I can't remember why... After I put on my paper suit, she escorted me back and had me read a paragraph about contrast dye and breastmilk. Then the tech guy told me the contrast is to help identify lesions and such, but the MRI would still get the normal stuff without the contrast. I said that anything funky is probably going to be in my thoracic or cervical spine, not lumbar, plus, I didn't have a day's worth of milk pumped and waiting... and I didn't feel like feeding Eisley contrast dye in my milk for 24 hours, so I opted for no contrast.
As they were about to put me in, they said something that made me mention my surgery and hardware. They were surprised that I had had surgery and hardware in my back -- even though I wrote it on the papers I filled out 30 minutes before my appointment. They said that generally people with hardware get contrast dye for the MRI, but if the doctor wanted a new MRI with contrast, then he could order it and then I'd have time to pump and set aside enough milk for Eisley.
I didn't want to listen to the radio, so they put the headphones on me without music. I was handed the "call ball" and they pushed me into the scanner. It was a very tight fit. Generally, I'm not claustrophobic, but I felt like the tube was much smaller than usual and wondered how fat people fit in it. I closed my eyes and attempted to rest, since I was tired.
Unfortunately, my hip was killing me. While in the waiting room, I was leaning back and when I crossed my right leg, I felt a shooting pain in my right hip. Needless to say, I was distracted by the pain throughout the scan. I did do some light dozing, since I noticed my brain jumping around to dream-like concepts and images. However, all of a sudden, I was fully conscious as to how hot my hands felt and that I was incredibly nauseous. I took a deep breath and told myself that I was not going to squeeze that call ball unless I was dying.
I focused on my breathing and changed my hand position and tried to think about other things. Eventually I was done and the pulled me out and sent me on my way. My mom was totally surprised that I was done -- she hadn't even left to go get coffee. It was 0937. We went to the car and headed home.
I tried to nap a few times throughout the afternoon, but Eis just wasn't sleeping much and was nursing frequently, so it was not meant to be. I am totes exhausted right now, but I know she'll wake up as soon as I lay down :(
Sadface, indeed.
My mom went to run a couple errands this afternoon and took Michelle with her. I was glad Michelle had the chance to get out of the house. I imagine it was hard for her to be so sedentary this past week, despite her desire to be with the baby. They weren't gone long at all, so I think it was a good outing.
It'll be sad to have Michelle go back home, though I'm sure it'll be bittersweet for her. I imagine she'll be glad to get back to her boys and active life, but I know she'll miss Eisley. She has been really good with her and great at getting her to stop crying! I wonder if she thinks I don't know how to calm Eisley or anything... I don't imagine so. Although I enjoy holding my daughter and comforting her, I also know that I can do that all the time and Michelle isn't here long, so I was trying to let her have time with Eisley as often as possible.
I wonder if she'll come back here or if I'll get up there first? As much as I'd love to go to DC with Eisley to meet her Grampo and uncles, I have wondered how I travel now. I'm not so concerned with the flying/airport parts, but how does it work once I'm there? Do I take her sleeper? Where will she sleep? How many wipes, diapers, and burp clothes would I need to take to last a few days? There's so many questions I'd never even considered... I'm not even sure how to prepare for weather. What if it's cold? What if it's really cold?! Would I take a breast pump? Thus, would I take bottles and milk storage containers?
Yikes. So much to research!
Owning a home is a total bummer. I'm sad that the market sucks. I'm irritated at the builders and the fact that not enough people are moving to the area and that our house hasn't sold. However, I'm way bummed out by the fact that Ty's credit is gonna take a powerful hit or that we'll lose quite a bit of money... or both.
I need to open a new account and put Eisley's $2000 from Grammie in it, so it doesn't get touched for the next 18 years.
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