Just 24 days before I deliver my baby, I’ve finally found a hospital that can safely deliver him. I navigate the one way streets and attempt to avoid pot holes as I try to find the parking garage. I miss the correct garage which ends up costing me an extra $20 because they don’t validate. But, I make it there on time. Well- I’m actually a bit late, but my cousin-in-law is on time.
I’ve brought a friend because I’ve found that I seem to shut down when there is detailed complex information shared. And I know that there will be A LOT of information. Another table to lie upon while my cousin in law sits in a nearby chair- pen poised and ready!
Confirmation received- baby has Tetralogy of Fallot and I have a problem with the placenta. The doctor who will deliver me doesn’t know for sure how extensive the placenta growing into the wrong body parts is- but a hysterectomy is mentioned.
Wow. Well, ok. I’m not planning to use my uterus again for a baby delivery and I can’t say that I’ve loved navigating monthly periods since the age of 13. So, ok, this may be ok.
Oh and Tetralogy of Fallot means that baby will have numerous surgeries. The first to occur soon after birth.
And it also takes me 45 minutes to locate my parking garage☹