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chapter 27*time to heal, then get on with the "business"

My recovery was slow going and at the end of six weeks, I was just about to go stir crazy.

We hoped I'd be home for Christmas, still a few weeks from now.
I'd already spent Thanksgiving here, and I really did want to just go home!

We found out I have Iron Deficient Anemia, and ever since it was discovered, I'd been on iron pills.
Ice didn't taste right to me anymore.
I know its not supposed to have a taste, but to me it does!
It's slightly sweet and so delicious!

A woman's normal hemoglobin level should be around a 12, mine was a 6!
I'd needed bood transfusions.
Sam was tested, and it turned out, we both have the same blood type and if needed, he could have donated!
They did have plenty on hand though, so I didn't need to take more from him then I already have.
He got mildly annoyed with me when I'd expressed that, saying it didn't matter to him, he would have given me anything!
Including his heart!
Of course, I didn't need a heart transplant, just blood.
That thought made me get super emotional, because if I had his heart, then he would cease being.
I didn't want to think of a world without him in it.
He shook his head at me and said, reprovingly, "Kid, you already got my heart, don't you know that!?"

That made me sob uncontrollably and it wasn't until he came and kissed me, like he always does, that I could stop with the waterworks.

I also have Gestational Diabetes, we found that out when I'd tested high for blood sugar in an overnight fasting.
This also explains why I always crave ice so much!
It helped with my almost excessive thirst and dry mouth.
We think I must have always been on the borderline, and just didn't know because I did have the symptoms.
Dry mouth, excessive thirst, an almost constant tiredness.
I need to take insulin, and would probably have to for the rest of my life.
The babies had to be closely monitored and I already knew I'd need a C-section.
Babies who's mothers have this type of diabetes tended to have a higher birth weight and could even have a myriad of complications stemming from it.
I didn't even know how I could be diabetic!
I didn't care for sweets, or even soda.
I DID have an affinity for potatoes though!
That was a real problem, because I never met a potato I didn't like!
French fried, boiled, baked, home fries, twice baked, mashed, even potato salad.
The amount of carbohydrates in one small potato was around 45 grams, and there are 15 grams to every whole carb.
I was only allowed three whole carbs for an entire meal!
If I had one potato, I couldn't eat anything else.
But the beanies and my health overall were WAY more important than my crave, so like so many other things I'd quit, I kissed potatoes goodbye as well.

Siiighhh.

My jaw and head still ached, I got frequent migraines, and my vision would get blurry on me from time to time.

I have been poked and prodded so much I'm starting to feel like a human pincushion.
I had bruises everywhere I had an IV or port.
In addition to the insulin I needed 3 times a day, finger sticks 6 times daily to test my blood sugar levels, on my ever present glucometer.
I needed daily heparin shots to make sure I didn't develop blood clots.

It felt to me, that the Beanies were using my ribs as monkey bars!
They were very active and kicked and rolled inside me constantly, like I was their own personal playground!
I couldn't be happier that they were thriving and growing!

Continuing on the bright side of things, I was out of Prenatal ICU, and moved to a private room on the regular prenatal floor.
I no longer had a catheter, thank goodness, it was such a relief to be able to get up and walk to and use the bathroom!
They still wouldn't allow me to shower, because of all the ports and tubes and monitors, but Sam made sponge baths something to look forward to.
He still wouldn't even think about shennanagins though, and although I understood his reasoning, I still didn't like it.