I’m back at the hospital again. This time it’s for an anesthesia consultation. I can never figure out when/how to tell medical providers about the death of Breelyn. I need my entire team to know- including anesthesia. So I take a deep breath and say it. And it’s ok.
I’m told that there could be blood loss during the scheduled c-section. I ask about getting blood donated for me and the baby and learn that it’s more trouble than it’s worth. I’m a bit bummed. I know that there is a shortage of blood and I’m sad that I may have to take a withdrawal. I vow to donate blood when I’m well as a payback for the generosity that I’m being shown.