Sorry for my previous hormonal post. It's that time of the month for me.
Well, to answer a few things, my wife hasn't had a period since 2004, so she doesn't need that sort of thing, but it was through her I heard about the Diva Cup (she tells me all sorts of wierd things she finds on the intertubes about women). She even showed me diagrams.
Well, first child was induced TWICE, and still nothing happened. The spinal was administered incorrectly seven times, resulting in excruciating pain even after the drugs were administered. She was then given narcotic painkillers, to which she is allergic, then given Tylenol, to which she is allergic. She spent three days in agony while the doctors tried every drug in the book to get her to induce. They fed her only water and beef broth (she is a vegetarian, the beef broth just made her vomit and, consequently, hugely undernourished). Eventually, she recieved an 'emergency' C-section, and I say emergency, because we had to wait for two hours in the room, all set up, before the doctor would show up. He doesn't start work before 7:30 am, no matter what. Eventually, my son was born, strong as a horse (he lifted his head and looked around the instant he was wrapped up and placed on the table.) My wife could not sit up for four days. Due to the huge cocktail of drugs, her milk never came in, and she had only a handful of periods over the next two years before they stopped entirely. At the time, I was the quiet, sheltered, nerdy coward who doesn't even complain when the wrong order arrives at a restaraunt, and I didn't stand up for her or my rights at the hospital.
She miscarried twice in the next three years.
When we eventually concieved again (with the help of eight months of fertility treatments), the first ultrasounds of the baby showed a large buildup of fluid around her heart, and a serious arrhythmia which only got worse with time. Now because this particular sort of arrhythmia is often cured simply by being born, they scheduled her for a C-section (in a different city). Things went pretty great that time, we they listened and listened GOOD when I said "No, if you give her morphine, I'm going to throw you down the elevator shaft". My daughter was born healthy and strong, with no sign of fluid or arrhythmia after a few days, but she was very malnourished and jaundiced, and we had to stay for observation for eight days. Again, they mostly fed her beef broth, so I brought in footlong veggie subs every day.
And this time, after probably a dozen instances of sex in the past year, I knocked her up again without fertility drugs. We didn't find out until she was 13 weeks along, because, as I said, no periods. Our first ultrasound, 'emergency' ultrasound? Yeah, end of AUGUST, when the kid is 5.5 months along.
I f***ing hate doctors.
Ok, that's really my contribution of girly things. I do have a question to ask you ladies, but I'll do it something when I haven't just relived some of the worst times in my life.
And just to make you all go 'awwwwww':