After last night, I simply could not take another night of pain. Spasms were coming every half an hour, and some were excruciating. I literally burst into tears from exhaustion and pain more than once.
I resorted to going outside on the back verandah off my mother’s room, and attempting to sleep in the hammock out there. Mosquitoes were dive bombing me, and a steel orchestra were rehearsing rehearsing nearby, so I did no more than nap, but fortunately there was some relief from the pain, if only for an hour or two.
I went for my regular check up today, and my baby is fine. His heartbeat is strong, and he’s putting on weight, but the midwife sent me to the doctor.
So I got me some heavy duty painkillers, and a urine test that doesn’t show an infection. I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but the doctor said that in pregnancy these things behave differently, so I had to pay to get a more in depth blood test done, so I’m waiting for those results.
What amazes me about today was this, I paid $125 for pain relief, because the doctor barely examined me and said she didn’t want to give me ‘treatment’ unless she found evidence of an infection. So maybe, all that nettle leaf and cranberry juice is working.
:sigh:
At least the pain killers have taken the bite out of the fucker. Still in pain, but nowhere near the levels of yesterday, and that’s just after one dose.
And hear this!!! I have reached the ‘every two weeks’ stage of monitoring. I’ve got to go to see the midwife in two weeks!! Can you believe that? This means I am slowly winding up to the end of this part of my journey.
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