I have to admit that I’ve been shocked at the records transfer here at our hospital. I can be seen at the military hospital, but would have had to deliver at a different hospital. When I got the confirmation letter from the different hospital (a few months ago) they had the wrong date on my pending admittance. After a quick phone call it was corrected, but how hard would it have been to get it right?

I got a phone call this afternoon from my military hospital dr., who is very nice and I liked a lot. However, due to I think she said painting going in on the OB dept, she didn’t receive the first results of the amnio until today. It was actually one of the nurses who called and when I said the baby died a week and a half ago she quickly gave the phone to my dr. After a few minutes of talking I realized none of the other results after the initial amnio have been sent to the military hospital either. I have a dr’s appt this week, a two week followup, and I will ask when everything will be sent over there. I know I won’t forget, but I would like all the records to be identical.

My dr also asked if I wanted a birth control (um, NO!) and if we were planning on having more kids. I told her it was too soon for us to decide that but I was glad she asked because I was wondering what would happen if we did. It turns out that since George died, any pregnancy that comes up will be considered high risk and I would be transferred immediately to either MUSC if we are here, or whichever high risk ob was close depending on where we are stationed. I breathed a sigh of relief at that. My experience at MUSC was THE best – the nurses were so great, the drs were awesome, it really was the best patient care I’ve ever received. I definitely want drs experienced with more then the standard obs typically are.

I’ve been thinking about what to write about here. We are all still okay.

My Mom may not visit as planned due to a possible meeting date change, which stinks but that’s okay. We may go back home for Christmas, prices of airline tickets and Chris’ ability to get leave pending of course. We just started talking about it over the weekend and have yet to check prices but I’m sure we can find decent ones.

I got a survey from the hospital we stayed at, asking about my experiences while we were there. Chris thought that was awkward for me to have to do but it wasn’t too bad. Really we had THE best service ever there, hands down ever, compared to any other hospital we were at. It was so stellar we ended up telling various nurses and a few drs how happy we were.

The kids are talking about the baby every other day or so, some of it is funny stories and some of it makes me cry.

One of the funny stories was Alice gave me a hug as I was standing on my tiptoes, stretching. She said my tummy wasn’t hard anymore, because before she could feel the baby when she hugged me. We talked about George not being here anymore and she said now I was just chubby, not pregnant. You have to laugh at a six year old who says that! Or at least I did.

It’s even funnier because when Mom was here before Alice asked if she was pregnant or was she just chubby. It’s just these little observances that kids make that create laughter and stories for days.

Being able to laugh when talking about George feels good.