My OB is Awesome

This is why my OB rocks:

 I saw her for an appointment yesterday, and pretty much cried the whole time.  This was very awkward for me, because I have this major fear and insecurity of her seeing me as crazy.  I think this stems from way back when I lost Kendall, and about a week after...she took my labs and they were crazy bad.  She called me upon seeing the results and told me I had to go to the ER, and she specifically mentioned a hospital where they had a psych ward, because I think she was thinking my ED was so bad, I needed to be hospitalized.  I got all pissy and told her I'd gladly go to an ER to get checked out, but that I wouldn't go to the specific hospital she was recommending.  Ever since then...I think I'm just embarrassed.  I don't know.

But the crying wouldn't really stop, so I didn't have much choice in the matter.

Chained to my neb all weekend...

I was telling her how awful  things had been when I was on the steroids, and how I was SO depressed and SO angry, and how it just wasn't me...I was telling her that Brandon hadn't even been able to go to work because I was so low, and that I had to stop taking them because I could not handle being in that head space.  And she totally agreed, and is going to talk to my pulmonologist and work with him to try to find a med combination that will hopefully help me enough that I won't have to go back on steroids while I'm pregnant.  She told me that her goal wasn't to get me to breathing like a marathon runner
while pregnant, only that it was good enough that my oxygen saturation was staying high enough, and that I had enough stamina to walk around and clean my house and basically be a mom and not have my day to day life be interfered with too much.  She said that the only real thing she was worried about was that if I catch a cold or a flu, she said she would probably hospitalize me, because my lungs would be shot, but since we're moving out of cold and flu season and all that icky respiratory stuff, I'm hoping that won't happen.

Mila tryin to be like mama...child, it's not as fun as it looks

So, please cross your fingers for me that I can stay off steroids.

She also said that she isn't going to weigh me anymore, and that she'd leave all that stuff up to my dietician and therapist.  Which relieves me greatly!  I always had so much anxiety getting on the scale, but now I don't have to worry about it - and I'm happy she was really aware that was difficult for me.

She wants me to come in every week for the next while, just because of lung stuff, and while it's a long drive for me, (40 minutes, plus I have to find a babysitter) at least I know that she cares and that I'm in good hands.

So, Baby Boy #2 is still doing well, and I'm really happy about that.  :)