Finally! We finally got discharged last night! I am so thrilled to be back in my own little house trying to set up our own little routines.
The last couple of days on Blake 13 stayed quite eventful - and finally Ally (the doc who delivered Poppy) put her foot down made the nursing staff take Poppy to the nursery and I got a total of around 12 hours sleep - wow what a difference. Afebrile, no longer throwing up, feeling like a real person all of a sudden, happy to push on with the breast feeding, happy to talk to doctors....And then those words "let's get you home today - what meds would you like to go home on?" I was a little stunned at first - and stare at the doc and ask her "Well what do you think? I have no idea what antibiotics I need"
She laughs and apologises - she was actually talking about pain killers and anti-emetics. So I came home with dilaudid, zofran and cipro. It was quite a joy to be off all the IV antibiotics - they certainly trashed my veins!
So now I no longer feel quite so much like I got hit by a Mack Truck what do I really think about the past week? Okay first of all it is a total miracle - every second that I look at Poppy my heart skips a beat and I cannot believe that we created this perfect tiny creature. I am fascinated by her expressions - it is like every emotion known to man will play across her face in the space of 1 minute. She is incredibly alert, always looking at things, always staring, always watching. I know she can't see properly yet, but watching her try is so fascinating to me. Would I do it all over again? I honestly don't know - Was she worth it? Absolutely.
How do I really feel about the mother-baby unit where I spent the past week? Well not an an awful of of change there. I had a couple of incredible nurses - Ellen and Karen were the total stand outs, they were the ones who really seemed to listen, who really wanted to be there and who really did a good comprehensive job. I saw an awful lot of sitting around the nurses station - after all I guess usually people aren't sick down here - just 48 hours for a vaginal delivery and 96 for a standard c-section then home.
The lactation consultants? Well I saw I think 3 of them - they all told me something different - but only one didn't do the whole "You must dedicate yourself 100% to breast feeding." Poppy's pediatrician was actually the best resource as was the doctor who wrote my discharge orders yesterday. It would have been so much better had someone taught me how to pump - or how about thsi actually brought inthe pump my pediatrician kept requesting so that I could've pumped and kept my supply up.
The other mother-baby education involved a lot of reviews of post-partum depression. I was up to "Post partum depression lecture version 4.0" by the time I left. I kept telling everyone - I have already established care with the peri-natal psychiatry service - this includes Betty Wong who literally wrote the book on the subject.
All the education was very rushed, and I found this worrisome. I have plenty of resources - I have mommy friends, I know where to find out information, but what if I didn't have all of that? Wow I can really understand how people fall through the cracks. There is a stack of brochures you get on arrival, but I didn't look at them until late yesterday, and hopefully you can ready at better than an 8th grade level otherwise you wouldn't understand. The verbal information we got was not followed up to see that we understood - and the one thing that really struck me was how nobody ever asked "How are you doing right now - are you feeling up to recieving this information?" One "educator" actually stood in the doorway and talked at us across the room because she didn't want to wear a mask - and given the MGH policy right now that means she declined to get the H1N1 vaccine.
But inspite of all that venting - the main thing for me is that we are home, we are doing just great, Poppy is my little superstar. Oh and the dogs have totally accepted her into the "pack" When I was feeding her last night sitting on the side of the bed Raleigh had to be laid right behind me - just keeping an eye on the proceedings, and both dogs get so upset when she cries.....
Newborn Poppy
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Seriously? More complications...are you kidding me?
So it is Wednesday and I am still in the hospital....boo hiss and I am likely to be here until bloody Friday....on post partum which is just annoying me and making me the patient everyone complains about......
The story so far...
My first nurse down here was totally bamboozled by my PCA and just horrified that I still had it - after all it was 24 hours post delivery - I snapped at her "Yeah but I didn't get the PCA until 12 hours post delivery" Then we get into the whole Poppy spending the night in the nursery so mum and dad can finally sleep - that was like asking someone to put Poppy on Ebay.....Finally she agreed to her going down on the condition that she is back by 6 promptly and that "Mom you must try harder to breast feed"
I was very good - I tried very hard and we were able to breast feed and I was very proud of myself and of Poppy. My day shift nurse was really nice and really patient and worked really hard to get us established with the breast feeding. Poppy is such a trooper she just kept going at it! What I didin't realize is that breast feeding also gives mum a bit of a milk coma too - I would be feeding her and would start zoning out big time.
This was around the time I also realized that percocet is not a good drug for me. Robert had gone to Whole Foods in a valiant attempt to make me eat and I was feeding Poppy, and just getting into that nice zoned out state when I heard a man's voice in the room - I look around nobody there. Must have been referred noise from another room. Then I feel the bed moving, and see someone sitting in the chair - I blink and it's all gone. I ignore it putting it down to being tired and my body dealing with all these changes.
My uber perky night nurse comes in and we go through the plans for the night which includes Poppy spending 3-4 hours inthe nursery so I can have 3-4 hours undisturbed sleep - that was like negotiating peace in the Middle East! So the little Kennedy family settle in for the night Poppy is sparked out, and mum and dad are not far behind. I fall asleep only to be jerked awake in what feels like a few minutes later from a beyond hideous night terror - I mean I couldn't remember where I was, I felt like I had to claw my way back. I call in Perky Jess - who was actually really great and promptly got my pain meds changed from percocet to dilaudid - phew. Nightmares go away, hallucinations stop....my sanity is returning....
Poppy comes back at 5.15 - it's all good. I am still marvelling all the time at how utterly perfect she is....My day shuft nurse is incredible - I am being a very good patient again - not being snappy, asking good questions....just enjoying it. The only downshide is the endless visits from the Nurse Practitioners and the Social Worker (seriously a social worker?) all of whome want to discuss post partum depression with me.
The what feels like disaster strikes! I start chilling - teeth chattering, body shaking chills. Oh this is so not good. They treat conservatively at first until at 6pm with tylenol on board I do it again - and this time get up to 101.5, and I honestly feel that I am going to die. This spike buys me blood cultures, a CBC, and triple IV antibiotics. I stop being a good patient. My night nurse was useless - I mean absolutely bloody useless. First of all after coming on shift she never checks my vitals - no temp, no BP nothing.....I am dozing intermittently and finally get some decent sleep after my pain killers kick in. The nurse returns at 3 am for the next round of antibiotics and I am half awake listening to her grumble about how using the syringe pump is too complicated...wow that instills confidence. So all 3 meds go to gravity - including undiluted gentamicin which when it wasn't going in how she wanted she tried to push it........I get up to go to the bathroom and promptly start chilling and rigoring again. I get back into bed, take my temperature - after all even pressing my call light does not garuntee any speed on the part of this woman. My temp is 100.9. Nice huh? And this nurse still hasn't gotten the antibiotics in....I am given tylenol and my "lovely" nurse just gave me a look and handed them to me without a word and left...An hour later I rechecked my temperature and was reprimanded for being neurotic by my day shift nurse - yeah right - she was also reprimanded by me for the simple fact that common good clinical practice is to recheck a temperature an hour after tylenol...
Later on I found out that the night shift nurse did not document the fever..nice huh?
I worked with a nurse in Tucson in peds who later went into post-partum and although we were never friends she was the only person I wanted to talk to - she was the only person I wanted to be my nurse...So Regina Lord if you ever stumble on this blog, you were the only nurse at that time who I felt I would have been able to trust.
The story so far...
My first nurse down here was totally bamboozled by my PCA and just horrified that I still had it - after all it was 24 hours post delivery - I snapped at her "Yeah but I didn't get the PCA until 12 hours post delivery" Then we get into the whole Poppy spending the night in the nursery so mum and dad can finally sleep - that was like asking someone to put Poppy on Ebay.....Finally she agreed to her going down on the condition that she is back by 6 promptly and that "Mom you must try harder to breast feed"
I was very good - I tried very hard and we were able to breast feed and I was very proud of myself and of Poppy. My day shift nurse was really nice and really patient and worked really hard to get us established with the breast feeding. Poppy is such a trooper she just kept going at it! What I didin't realize is that breast feeding also gives mum a bit of a milk coma too - I would be feeding her and would start zoning out big time.
This was around the time I also realized that percocet is not a good drug for me. Robert had gone to Whole Foods in a valiant attempt to make me eat and I was feeding Poppy, and just getting into that nice zoned out state when I heard a man's voice in the room - I look around nobody there. Must have been referred noise from another room. Then I feel the bed moving, and see someone sitting in the chair - I blink and it's all gone. I ignore it putting it down to being tired and my body dealing with all these changes.
My uber perky night nurse comes in and we go through the plans for the night which includes Poppy spending 3-4 hours inthe nursery so I can have 3-4 hours undisturbed sleep - that was like negotiating peace in the Middle East! So the little Kennedy family settle in for the night Poppy is sparked out, and mum and dad are not far behind. I fall asleep only to be jerked awake in what feels like a few minutes later from a beyond hideous night terror - I mean I couldn't remember where I was, I felt like I had to claw my way back. I call in Perky Jess - who was actually really great and promptly got my pain meds changed from percocet to dilaudid - phew. Nightmares go away, hallucinations stop....my sanity is returning....
Poppy comes back at 5.15 - it's all good. I am still marvelling all the time at how utterly perfect she is....My day shuft nurse is incredible - I am being a very good patient again - not being snappy, asking good questions....just enjoying it. The only downshide is the endless visits from the Nurse Practitioners and the Social Worker (seriously a social worker?) all of whome want to discuss post partum depression with me.
The what feels like disaster strikes! I start chilling - teeth chattering, body shaking chills. Oh this is so not good. They treat conservatively at first until at 6pm with tylenol on board I do it again - and this time get up to 101.5, and I honestly feel that I am going to die. This spike buys me blood cultures, a CBC, and triple IV antibiotics. I stop being a good patient. My night nurse was useless - I mean absolutely bloody useless. First of all after coming on shift she never checks my vitals - no temp, no BP nothing.....I am dozing intermittently and finally get some decent sleep after my pain killers kick in. The nurse returns at 3 am for the next round of antibiotics and I am half awake listening to her grumble about how using the syringe pump is too complicated...wow that instills confidence. So all 3 meds go to gravity - including undiluted gentamicin which when it wasn't going in how she wanted she tried to push it........I get up to go to the bathroom and promptly start chilling and rigoring again. I get back into bed, take my temperature - after all even pressing my call light does not garuntee any speed on the part of this woman. My temp is 100.9. Nice huh? And this nurse still hasn't gotten the antibiotics in....I am given tylenol and my "lovely" nurse just gave me a look and handed them to me without a word and left...An hour later I rechecked my temperature and was reprimanded for being neurotic by my day shift nurse - yeah right - she was also reprimanded by me for the simple fact that common good clinical practice is to recheck a temperature an hour after tylenol...
Later on I found out that the night shift nurse did not document the fever..nice huh?
I worked with a nurse in Tucson in peds who later went into post-partum and although we were never friends she was the only person I wanted to talk to - she was the only person I wanted to be my nurse...So Regina Lord if you ever stumble on this blog, you were the only nurse at that time who I felt I would have been able to trust.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Poppy's arrival
Oh it was along bloody day. Bearing in mind I cannot remember much of it. Thank God for Robert, Nessa and my parents that's all I can say they have some how managed to keep me sane through all of this. So let's see.....
Day shift nurse was very sweet - that was the problem - a tad too sweet and a tad to deferential. No offense to all our wonderful MD friends but this nurse really needed to shout at the OB residents....So I already had that one tube in to dilate things - it worked somewhat got me (we thought) to 6cm. YAY excitement abounding in room B1468.Then crash...5cm dilated and contractions slowing down again. At this point I had declared myself Rachel from friends - y'all remember the episode where she had Emma and loads of other women come in and deliver before herand her abor lasted 47 hours? Well that was me.....
So after the first dilator is removed something is put in to actually measure the contractions and see if they are adequate - "Well duh" my magnesium addled brain is thinking "If they were adequate I would not still be sitting here". So in it goes, and up goes the rate of pitocin....oh joy.By this point because of the anti-diuretic effect of the pitocin my cankles have now spread and I am a solid block of edema from my toes to my belly. I have a pounding headache and am just getting meaner and grumpier and insane - once again due to the magnesium. I take a nap - and although I wake up I keep my eyes closed while I listen Nessa basically tell the nurse that we moved into ridiculous at hour 44 of NOT progreesing. Now I know what to say to the attending. I wake up (funny how that happens.....)just as the attending comes in and I tell her that I am done - that I just cannot keep doing this, that I cannot keep hearing all the platitudes of "But look on the bright side Mrs. Kennedy your baby is very happy" and that if it wasn't for the epidural I would go home. I was sobbing by this time. I felt so ill and so miserable.
Then whoosh.....
Anesthesia are there giving me more meds in to the epidural and that was utterlt terrifying - like I couldn't breath, and also throwing up but I could't totally feel it.....
People are handing Robert and Nessa sets of scrubs
Off we go to the mythical "end of the hall" at 5.15pm. I don't even know that they have started anything surgical by the time at 6pm exactly Miss Poppy Elizabeth Marie makes her very very welcomed arrival into this world. I am laying there enjoying the function returning to my arms while everyone else is sayig how perfect she is....BAH! I can't see her! Then I get a peek and I thought my heart was going to explode. I don't even have enough words to explain how it felt to see this little face peeking at me. I hear everyone going back and forth about heights and weights - in cm and kg - means nothing to me at all! Finally someone says 8.8 pounds, head c ircumference 15 inches and around 20.75 inches long. All that is heard in the OR is "Holy shit!" Oh - that was me....
Oh but now after a couple of days to recover we have this gorgeous tiny creature and she is all ours and I cannot believe it. She is so alert - wants to look at every thing, loves to be held, seems to have finally taken to breastfeeding. She just had her hearing test that she passed with flying colors. She did have a positive Coombs so we are watching for jaunduice - but none so far - we put her in the window all the time when the sun is shining. Who needs a bili light? She is also incredibly mellow - I cannot even explain how calm this tiny thing is. She fusses for maybe 2 or 3 minutes and then she is done.
I am working on making photos visible to everyone - we have nothing but time since I do not get discharged until Wednesday and I have it on very good authority that today is Monday - things have gotten blurry.....
So to all of you who have followed our wee adventure thank you so much for your love and support
Day shift nurse was very sweet - that was the problem - a tad too sweet and a tad to deferential. No offense to all our wonderful MD friends but this nurse really needed to shout at the OB residents....So I already had that one tube in to dilate things - it worked somewhat got me (we thought) to 6cm. YAY excitement abounding in room B1468.Then crash...5cm dilated and contractions slowing down again. At this point I had declared myself Rachel from friends - y'all remember the episode where she had Emma and loads of other women come in and deliver before herand her abor lasted 47 hours? Well that was me.....
So after the first dilator is removed something is put in to actually measure the contractions and see if they are adequate - "Well duh" my magnesium addled brain is thinking "If they were adequate I would not still be sitting here". So in it goes, and up goes the rate of pitocin....oh joy.By this point because of the anti-diuretic effect of the pitocin my cankles have now spread and I am a solid block of edema from my toes to my belly. I have a pounding headache and am just getting meaner and grumpier and insane - once again due to the magnesium. I take a nap - and although I wake up I keep my eyes closed while I listen Nessa basically tell the nurse that we moved into ridiculous at hour 44 of NOT progreesing. Now I know what to say to the attending. I wake up (funny how that happens.....)just as the attending comes in and I tell her that I am done - that I just cannot keep doing this, that I cannot keep hearing all the platitudes of "But look on the bright side Mrs. Kennedy your baby is very happy" and that if it wasn't for the epidural I would go home. I was sobbing by this time. I felt so ill and so miserable.
Then whoosh.....
Anesthesia are there giving me more meds in to the epidural and that was utterlt terrifying - like I couldn't breath, and also throwing up but I could't totally feel it.....
People are handing Robert and Nessa sets of scrubs
Off we go to the mythical "end of the hall" at 5.15pm. I don't even know that they have started anything surgical by the time at 6pm exactly Miss Poppy Elizabeth Marie makes her very very welcomed arrival into this world. I am laying there enjoying the function returning to my arms while everyone else is sayig how perfect she is....BAH! I can't see her! Then I get a peek and I thought my heart was going to explode. I don't even have enough words to explain how it felt to see this little face peeking at me. I hear everyone going back and forth about heights and weights - in cm and kg - means nothing to me at all! Finally someone says 8.8 pounds, head c ircumference 15 inches and around 20.75 inches long. All that is heard in the OR is "Holy shit!" Oh - that was me....
Oh but now after a couple of days to recover we have this gorgeous tiny creature and she is all ours and I cannot believe it. She is so alert - wants to look at every thing, loves to be held, seems to have finally taken to breastfeeding. She just had her hearing test that she passed with flying colors. She did have a positive Coombs so we are watching for jaunduice - but none so far - we put her in the window all the time when the sun is shining. Who needs a bili light? She is also incredibly mellow - I cannot even explain how calm this tiny thing is. She fusses for maybe 2 or 3 minutes and then she is done.
I am working on making photos visible to everyone - we have nothing but time since I do not get discharged until Wednesday and I have it on very good authority that today is Monday - things have gotten blurry.....
So to all of you who have followed our wee adventure thank you so much for your love and support
Thursday, November 12, 2009
The long haul to Poppy
Arrived at 8.30pm at Blake 14.....
Alex is here - YAY. And Nessa now comprehends the utter hotness of the boy.
Met "interesting' nurse at 9.00pm and I use the adjective interesting very loosely.....expressionless and sadly somewhat devoid of a personality - kind, efficient, but not exactly chatty which is tough when your patient has a gob like mine and is accompanied by Nessa and Robert and we're all a bit giddy and treating this like a school field trip of some sort. We really were not taking this very seriously at this point.
The examinations begin but at least right now they are being done by Alex - thank God and not for the reasons y'all are currently entertaining but because the resident is a little FLK and looks about 13 and the med student is about 10.
We start the misoprostol well...that made things change...Oh my lord......this is painful. Apparently my baseline was around 12 - and now I am hitting 65..this is all apparently measurements of the intensity of my contractions.....
A mini ultrasound by med student then one by resident to check Poppy is still head down - while I keep cracking that I know exactly where her feet are so I can assure them without the scan of her position!
First serious bout of swearing occurs at around 1.30am (Friday)
Awaiting Alex....awaiting pitocin...awaiting epidural.....anxiously awaiting Poppy
Oh and excuse the profanity but this effin well hurts.
(This next part was dictated to Robert hence the "new sentence" bits
04:30 - Epidural in. Thats a weird sensation, but Fentanyl is my new best friend. Ummm...where do I go next...Ummm... Pitocin started. The epidural is a PCA one so I get to hit it when the contractins really hurt so it is duly christned the "contraction contraption."
New Sentence.
Damn should of had more to eat.
07:00 - Boo hiss. Alex's shift finished. Still only 3 centimeters dialated. But yay, Nurse Qualude has gone home, and my new nurse Connie is fab. Even if she won't feed me. A very long day of increasing Pitocin and trying to make this stubborn child of ours to finally make an appearance.
15:30 - More inducment hardware added, which is impossible to explain, but it involves balloons. Thanks to one of the new attendings the procedure turned out to be quiet amusing.
19:00 - New team of docs seems nice, if not insanely young. New nurse Diane is also fab. Still no baby. Possible this is all just a bad case of gas. Pitocin now maxed out.
00:30 - OMFG! I seem to have actually progressed. Starting to get queasy. Will likely have water broke around 03:30.
Watch this space for details.
PS - Would be demented were it not for my fab hubby and our 'Nessa (who is also fab). Hubby dicatated this, so ignore anything that says we changed our minds and her new name will be Clymenstra Arbitron Kennedy.
Alex is here - YAY. And Nessa now comprehends the utter hotness of the boy.
Met "interesting' nurse at 9.00pm and I use the adjective interesting very loosely.....expressionless and sadly somewhat devoid of a personality - kind, efficient, but not exactly chatty which is tough when your patient has a gob like mine and is accompanied by Nessa and Robert and we're all a bit giddy and treating this like a school field trip of some sort. We really were not taking this very seriously at this point.
The examinations begin but at least right now they are being done by Alex - thank God and not for the reasons y'all are currently entertaining but because the resident is a little FLK and looks about 13 and the med student is about 10.
We start the misoprostol well...that made things change...Oh my lord......this is painful. Apparently my baseline was around 12 - and now I am hitting 65..this is all apparently measurements of the intensity of my contractions.....
A mini ultrasound by med student then one by resident to check Poppy is still head down - while I keep cracking that I know exactly where her feet are so I can assure them without the scan of her position!
First serious bout of swearing occurs at around 1.30am (Friday)
Awaiting Alex....awaiting pitocin...awaiting epidural.....anxiously awaiting Poppy
Oh and excuse the profanity but this effin well hurts.
(This next part was dictated to Robert hence the "new sentence" bits
04:30 - Epidural in. Thats a weird sensation, but Fentanyl is my new best friend. Ummm...where do I go next...Ummm... Pitocin started. The epidural is a PCA one so I get to hit it when the contractins really hurt so it is duly christned the "contraction contraption."
New Sentence.
Damn should of had more to eat.
07:00 - Boo hiss. Alex's shift finished. Still only 3 centimeters dialated. But yay, Nurse Qualude has gone home, and my new nurse Connie is fab. Even if she won't feed me. A very long day of increasing Pitocin and trying to make this stubborn child of ours to finally make an appearance.
15:30 - More inducment hardware added, which is impossible to explain, but it involves balloons. Thanks to one of the new attendings the procedure turned out to be quiet amusing.
19:00 - New team of docs seems nice, if not insanely young. New nurse Diane is also fab. Still no baby. Possible this is all just a bad case of gas. Pitocin now maxed out.
00:30 - OMFG! I seem to have actually progressed. Starting to get queasy. Will likely have water broke around 03:30.
Watch this space for details.
PS - Would be demented were it not for my fab hubby and our 'Nessa (who is also fab). Hubby dicatated this, so ignore anything that says we changed our minds and her new name will be Clymenstra Arbitron Kennedy.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Complications - part 1
It has been quite the week! I started with headaches and nausea/vomiting this time last week, and by Monday was generally feeling pretty yucky with serious cankles and puffy little fingers, weird vision things.... Luckliy I have the best OB in the world (he is also insanely hot and a real sweety) who really listens to his patients. He ordered labs including a 24 hour urine collection (that was fun....). So my blood work showed I was a bit dehydrated but nothing too bad, but I still didn't feel better. Thursday I saw a midwife who thought it was a migraine - and the weird visual things I had were an aura. Fair enough...but really I felt so crappy I was an awful historian and since I didn't really like the midwife that much I wasn't inclined to be talkative.
Today I had to drop of my big jug of pee and see the OB - now this was a totally different experience. The nurse was fab- Allie was her name - and the doctor (Dr. Erin Tracy) was also lovely - and they really listened. So I got to spend a few hours hooked up to a monitor (that was seriously cool) for Poppy's heartbeat and for contractions, with IV fluids running. The fluids and 10 mg of reglan made me feel a whole lot better. So a fab midwife (Autumn) said we could go home - and then right as I was getting ready the 24 hour urine result came back and yep - I have pre-eclampsia (p-e).
So what is the plan from here? I think when we see the lovely Alex (my regular OB) on Tuesday of next week we will be having a serious discussion about inducing me - as he has already told me that given my age, other risk factors (1st child, family hx of p-e) he will have a low threshold for induction. I have a feeling that this time next week we may well be posting the first pictures of Miss Poppy Elizabeth Marie Kennedy.
We are a little tired of Yawkey 4 - we are averaging 3 days a week up there. So far this week it has all been scheduled which is so much better than last week! Monday we had another ultrasound and Poppy is continuing to grow, her little heart is bopping along nicely and seeing her breathe is really quite fab. She is also very wiggly still - and just loves to give me a good kick to remind me that she is still very much there. The scan was perfectly normal.....
Today we saw Alex (McDreamy) - and since my BP was "perfect" he is going to let me go one more week before I get induced. The plan now is: Friday we have a non-stress test, Monday we have another scan and we will also see Alex. Then provided Poppy doesn't have other ideas we will be admitted and induced on Thursday Nov 12th in the evening.
Of course this is all dependant on me being a good patient - and reporting any issues - like BP spikes, more vision problems, really severe headaches etc. If I have any escalation in pre-eclampsia symptoms I have to be induced earlier.....Right now it is just such a relief to have a definitive plan - gives both me and Robert a feeling of control over all of this.
One really cool thing about waiting is that my mum and dad will be here when she is born
Today I had to drop of my big jug of pee and see the OB - now this was a totally different experience. The nurse was fab- Allie was her name - and the doctor (Dr. Erin Tracy) was also lovely - and they really listened. So I got to spend a few hours hooked up to a monitor (that was seriously cool) for Poppy's heartbeat and for contractions, with IV fluids running. The fluids and 10 mg of reglan made me feel a whole lot better. So a fab midwife (Autumn) said we could go home - and then right as I was getting ready the 24 hour urine result came back and yep - I have pre-eclampsia (p-e).
So what is the plan from here? I think when we see the lovely Alex (my regular OB) on Tuesday of next week we will be having a serious discussion about inducing me - as he has already told me that given my age, other risk factors (1st child, family hx of p-e) he will have a low threshold for induction. I have a feeling that this time next week we may well be posting the first pictures of Miss Poppy Elizabeth Marie Kennedy.
We are a little tired of Yawkey 4 - we are averaging 3 days a week up there. So far this week it has all been scheduled which is so much better than last week! Monday we had another ultrasound and Poppy is continuing to grow, her little heart is bopping along nicely and seeing her breathe is really quite fab. She is also very wiggly still - and just loves to give me a good kick to remind me that she is still very much there. The scan was perfectly normal.....
Today we saw Alex (McDreamy) - and since my BP was "perfect" he is going to let me go one more week before I get induced. The plan now is: Friday we have a non-stress test, Monday we have another scan and we will also see Alex. Then provided Poppy doesn't have other ideas we will be admitted and induced on Thursday Nov 12th in the evening.
Of course this is all dependant on me being a good patient - and reporting any issues - like BP spikes, more vision problems, really severe headaches etc. If I have any escalation in pre-eclampsia symptoms I have to be induced earlier.....Right now it is just such a relief to have a definitive plan - gives both me and Robert a feeling of control over all of this.
One really cool thing about waiting is that my mum and dad will be here when she is born
Monday, April 20, 2009
Nausea, neurosis....first trimester insanity
I am 10 weeks today. So how is it going? I have been so nauseous , I really didn't expect it to be as bad as it has been. My cravings have kind of gone crazy too. Those early days of wanting as much red meat as I could cram into my face have long since passed and I am very definitely off red meat, in fact I seem to be off meat altogether. I am enjoying cheese and crackers, and apples, oh and ice cream - but meat just isn't doing it for me.
The neurosis is driving me crazy, and I wonder if it is just anxiety because of the miscarriage in 2005 and my guilt associated with that and with 1995. Every twinge, every ache in my belly sends me running to the bathroom expecting bleeding, followed by this overwhelming relief when there is no bleeding. I then start berating myself very quietly for being stupid and worrying unnecessarily. So it is something of a vicious cycle. I don't want to be the expectant mom who calls the clinic every 5 minutes fussing and fretting. I guess I just never expected to be this scared.
Today has been particularly bad. I woke up as usual to pee, and expected my boobs to be totally sore as they usually are when I get up in the middle of the night. Unfortunately the stabbing pain in my eye distracted from the boobs. I squinted in the bathroom mirror (without my glasses) and could see quite easily that the left eye was red and puffy. Crap. My first thought was I had somehow managed to scratch my eye in my sleep...I went back to bed and tried to ignore it but it just kept waking me up. When Robert (in the throes of end of semester anxiety) got up at 4 I asked his opinion so then it was quick shower, in the car and off to the ED with a swollen, injected sticky eye. I leave almost 2 hours later somewhat reassured that I have no corneal abrasion, no HSV in my eye just an old fashioned case of conjunctivitis.
I called the 4-BABY line just to let them know, then spent the rest of the day getting more anxious (the anxious hubby did not help...a word of advice think before you speak in early pregnancy as the hormone insanity may make you tell your husband to just leave you alone and if he is anxious he will think that you want him to leave forever - man that took some sorting out...)and I have finally emailed the delightful Dr. Quaas pretty much begging for a 10 week ultrasound just to reassure me that everything is fine. We'll see.
I thought I was actually prepared for this part (I have devoured the Girlfriends Guide to Pregnancy eschewing What to Expect....) and I have decided that there is no way to prepare for this level of hormone induced insanity. Think PMS, then take those feelings and multiply them by about 100. You will hate everyone, your husband, the ass who parked his Navigator at exactly the right spot on the street to make getting your car off the driveway almost impossible, the lady in the grocery store who will not put down her cell phone to speed up the process of bagging her groceries, just about everyone except for the dogs and cats who remain quite lovely at this point.
The neurosis is driving me crazy, and I wonder if it is just anxiety because of the miscarriage in 2005 and my guilt associated with that and with 1995. Every twinge, every ache in my belly sends me running to the bathroom expecting bleeding, followed by this overwhelming relief when there is no bleeding. I then start berating myself very quietly for being stupid and worrying unnecessarily. So it is something of a vicious cycle. I don't want to be the expectant mom who calls the clinic every 5 minutes fussing and fretting. I guess I just never expected to be this scared.
Today has been particularly bad. I woke up as usual to pee, and expected my boobs to be totally sore as they usually are when I get up in the middle of the night. Unfortunately the stabbing pain in my eye distracted from the boobs. I squinted in the bathroom mirror (without my glasses) and could see quite easily that the left eye was red and puffy. Crap. My first thought was I had somehow managed to scratch my eye in my sleep...I went back to bed and tried to ignore it but it just kept waking me up. When Robert (in the throes of end of semester anxiety) got up at 4 I asked his opinion so then it was quick shower, in the car and off to the ED with a swollen, injected sticky eye. I leave almost 2 hours later somewhat reassured that I have no corneal abrasion, no HSV in my eye just an old fashioned case of conjunctivitis.
I called the 4-BABY line just to let them know, then spent the rest of the day getting more anxious (the anxious hubby did not help...a word of advice think before you speak in early pregnancy as the hormone insanity may make you tell your husband to just leave you alone and if he is anxious he will think that you want him to leave forever - man that took some sorting out...)and I have finally emailed the delightful Dr. Quaas pretty much begging for a 10 week ultrasound just to reassure me that everything is fine. We'll see.
I thought I was actually prepared for this part (I have devoured the Girlfriends Guide to Pregnancy eschewing What to Expect....) and I have decided that there is no way to prepare for this level of hormone induced insanity. Think PMS, then take those feelings and multiply them by about 100. You will hate everyone, your husband, the ass who parked his Navigator at exactly the right spot on the street to make getting your car off the driveway almost impossible, the lady in the grocery store who will not put down her cell phone to speed up the process of bagging her groceries, just about everyone except for the dogs and cats who remain quite lovely at this point.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
The Thing We Brought Back From NYC
So, this all starts around the week of March 2nd. My mouth tastes like I have been sucking metal, everywhere I go I can smell Calstat - which is really weird when I am on the train...Great - it's more new and weird PMS symptoms I think, although I don't actually get any weird mood swings or the general PMS psychosis i have had in recent months - I am not kidding - I have been a total crazy person....To this day I do not know what made me buy the pregnancy test, although I am inclined to go with the absence of the mood swings. There I am on March 10th, peeing on a stick and waiting for the inevitable "not pregnant"........ it doesn't happen - it says "pregnant." I almost stop breathing - I doubt the accuracy. I take the stick and the incredible result downstairs and show Robert. It seems like we did it...The next morning I pee on the stick again - still positive. I get an order for an HCG - yup definitely pregnant. I get an appointment with an Ob-Gyn, and I get discharged from the fertility clinic - seems we won't be needing their help after all...WE DID IT! WE DID IT ALL ON OUR OWN!
So we are now 8 weeks - and although I am now constantly nauseous and gagging intermittently I am beyond happy, we both are. it is such a miracle. I am of course still nervous, but my HCG is great and last week we had our first ultrasound and there it was a tiny little peanut with a super incredible heart beat. It is so freaking excited....So not only did we bring great memories back from New York City we brought home a baby....So miracles do happen in NYC! And this will be the last Fertility Schmertility posting...now it will be a monthly update as we progress through this amazing adventure.
Oh - as for the mind body stuff - yeah - I lasted that first week and never went back - so not my thing...
So we are now 8 weeks - and although I am now constantly nauseous and gagging intermittently I am beyond happy, we both are. it is such a miracle. I am of course still nervous, but my HCG is great and last week we had our first ultrasound and there it was a tiny little peanut with a super incredible heart beat. It is so freaking excited....So not only did we bring great memories back from New York City we brought home a baby....So miracles do happen in NYC! And this will be the last Fertility Schmertility posting...now it will be a monthly update as we progress through this amazing adventure.
Oh - as for the mind body stuff - yeah - I lasted that first week and never went back - so not my thing...
New York New York
The following took place in February 19th - 21st
This was my first trip to NYC - we went down to see Lynn off on her year long MSF adventure in India. I was quite intrigued by the city - and even walking around on my own I didn't feel threatened at all - nothing like Philly. We stayed at the New Yorker - got a sweet heart deal on the room even though it was Fashion Week - bless this crappy economy!
I saw the Empire State Building, the Chrysler Building, Broadway, Times Square, Central Park, 30 Rock - took lots of pictures....We had pizza at Lombardi's the first pizzeria in NYC - it was so fab....
And we got spend time with Lynn who we will both miss like crazy, but we are so incredibly proud of her for doing this amazing thing.
This was my first trip to NYC - we went down to see Lynn off on her year long MSF adventure in India. I was quite intrigued by the city - and even walking around on my own I didn't feel threatened at all - nothing like Philly. We stayed at the New Yorker - got a sweet heart deal on the room even though it was Fashion Week - bless this crappy economy!
I saw the Empire State Building, the Chrysler Building, Broadway, Times Square, Central Park, 30 Rock - took lots of pictures....We had pizza at Lombardi's the first pizzeria in NYC - it was so fab....
And we got spend time with Lynn who we will both miss like crazy, but we are so incredibly proud of her for doing this amazing thing.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
I'm becoming an American
The following occured on January 28th 2009.
It is a very weird weather day. It starts snowing right as we leave for Lowell - and we are still not sure why my swearing in ceremony is all the way by the New Hampshire Border when everyone else we know was sworn in at Fanueil Hall or even the State House (even better Fenway...but it is below 0 and it is January so I can let than one go ..a bit...). So off we go not thinking that driving just 40 some miles could be such a grand adventure...Seriously thank God we had Nessa's Jeep - we had to use 4WD on the damn freeway the snow got so bad. Then we get to itty bitty Lowell and have to park 4 blocks from the place where the ceremony is and it is now almost a blizzard...and it's too late to reconsider. The Man said I need to be there so I am there!.
We get to the convention center (well not really, more like a theater) and I can't even sit with Robert - he is way up in the balcony while I am sandwiched (in the yellow seating area) with 2 people who have seriously tiny bladders and I have to get up every 5 minutes so one of them can pee. I mean come on! There is a blizzard outside so there are no refreshments (as one guy from immigration so cheerfully points out and I think "well there is bloody Dunkin' down the street go and buy lots of coffee - they turned up for work today even if the concession stand folks didn't")
And so we start texting each other:
Rob: "Yay! Crying child by me!"
I send back a photo of me poking my tongue out.
Then the immigration folks start asking the folks who are being sworn in for interpretation abilities - and I am not talking weird languages here I mean they want Italian interpreters....
We wonder how everyone passed the test as you have to be kinda old to be able to waive the English language part of this whole process. But it gets better - they tell us as the whole auditorium is getting restive that the judge who is going to be doing the ceremony isn't leaving Boston until 11am - it is 10, there is now a blizzard, and even without the blizzard it took us almost an hour to get here.
Robert says: "And the result is.....how hard is it to get a judge here at 10am?"
Seems very hard...the texts get more profane as we start making inappropriate Sesame Street jokes and some comments I am really not comfortable repeating in public....but seriously we were there by 0900 and the judge didn't get there until noon??? Holy Cow!
Robert says: "Because our government is dysfunctional - welcome to America"
I have to get up yet again so the small bladders can pee...and I get told off by some officious little man about how this is a courtroom blah blah blah blah blah.....but as Robert says after I text him about my own personal official
"Judge ain't here then this is NOT a courtroom. It is the f...ing future venue of a Pink Floyd cover band"
And we get into a discussion about them confusing the Pink Floyd dudes with the Sesame St show that is also about to be showing there. Of course I mistype and apologize for being an Oscar the Couch.....and the reply is
"Oscar the "crouch" .....hehehehe...that was funny. Not as funny as Oscar the Crotch...but still"
And so it goes on until the judge finally shows up and after 3 hours of waiting with nothing to drink...not even a glass of water (wow maybe this is a reality TV show about what it was like at Ellis Island circa 1800.....) I get to pledge allegiance and all that fun stuff and I file out and get a certificate with some unknown bureaucrat's signature on it and guess what I am an American.
And you know what in spite of everything I am so thrilled - I finally did it, and I did it under a President I actually believe in. I am an American Girl.
It is a very weird weather day. It starts snowing right as we leave for Lowell - and we are still not sure why my swearing in ceremony is all the way by the New Hampshire Border when everyone else we know was sworn in at Fanueil Hall or even the State House (even better Fenway...but it is below 0 and it is January so I can let than one go ..a bit...). So off we go not thinking that driving just 40 some miles could be such a grand adventure...Seriously thank God we had Nessa's Jeep - we had to use 4WD on the damn freeway the snow got so bad. Then we get to itty bitty Lowell and have to park 4 blocks from the place where the ceremony is and it is now almost a blizzard...and it's too late to reconsider. The Man said I need to be there so I am there!.
We get to the convention center (well not really, more like a theater) and I can't even sit with Robert - he is way up in the balcony while I am sandwiched (in the yellow seating area) with 2 people who have seriously tiny bladders and I have to get up every 5 minutes so one of them can pee. I mean come on! There is a blizzard outside so there are no refreshments (as one guy from immigration so cheerfully points out and I think "well there is bloody Dunkin' down the street go and buy lots of coffee - they turned up for work today even if the concession stand folks didn't")
And so we start texting each other:
Rob: "Yay! Crying child by me!"
I send back a photo of me poking my tongue out.
Then the immigration folks start asking the folks who are being sworn in for interpretation abilities - and I am not talking weird languages here I mean they want Italian interpreters....
We wonder how everyone passed the test as you have to be kinda old to be able to waive the English language part of this whole process. But it gets better - they tell us as the whole auditorium is getting restive that the judge who is going to be doing the ceremony isn't leaving Boston until 11am - it is 10, there is now a blizzard, and even without the blizzard it took us almost an hour to get here.
Robert says: "And the result is.....how hard is it to get a judge here at 10am?"
Seems very hard...the texts get more profane as we start making inappropriate Sesame Street jokes and some comments I am really not comfortable repeating in public....but seriously we were there by 0900 and the judge didn't get there until noon??? Holy Cow!
Robert says: "Because our government is dysfunctional - welcome to America"
I have to get up yet again so the small bladders can pee...and I get told off by some officious little man about how this is a courtroom blah blah blah blah blah.....but as Robert says after I text him about my own personal official
"Judge ain't here then this is NOT a courtroom. It is the f...ing future venue of a Pink Floyd cover band"
And we get into a discussion about them confusing the Pink Floyd dudes with the Sesame St show that is also about to be showing there. Of course I mistype and apologize for being an Oscar the Couch.....and the reply is
"Oscar the "crouch" .....hehehehe...that was funny. Not as funny as Oscar the Crotch...but still"
And so it goes on until the judge finally shows up and after 3 hours of waiting with nothing to drink...not even a glass of water (wow maybe this is a reality TV show about what it was like at Ellis Island circa 1800.....) I get to pledge allegiance and all that fun stuff and I file out and get a certificate with some unknown bureaucrat's signature on it and guess what I am an American.
And you know what in spite of everything I am so thrilled - I finally did it, and I did it under a President I actually believe in. I am an American Girl.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Putting the mind, the medicine and the body all in one place
So I sit there and I realize I am one of the very few women sitting alone except for Gloanna (name changed) and maybe one or two others. This is opening night at the institute and because of that spouses and partners are allowed and encouraged. Good luck with mine - he has school until 19.30 and this all is a bit touchy feely group therapy for him.
How do I feel? Well I tried to be so clinical but found my heart pounding, my mouth dry and my fight /flight drive in over drive...so do I punch the smug women with their dull husbands or do I just run out, grab the big check I wrote and forget this as stupid and desperate?
We watch a power point - now that did make me super relaxed and I did nod off but after that it was all get in a circle and let's divulge and share about anything except pregnancy....I'm sorry but shouldn't that be part of this? Shouldn't we talk about those infertility feelings? Apparently not. Oh and then just to make this so much more stressful and uncomfortable we have an "assigned" buddy. Seriously looking around the room we are all mature and professional women do we really need to be assigned friends by the soft spoken group leader?
So I try really hard to do what I am told, but is just like JPN 201 all over again. I cannot meditate alone - I find the spot on the floor that need to be cleaned right then, or I just drift off and think about what I need to do at home and at work. And because I don't do what I have been told to do I feel like a failure and wonder again why I am putting myself through this?
Is the weekend any different -well really no. We have to go the grocery store, the gas station, the car wash, pick up N from the airport...run run run. Sunday I feel good I do 30 mins of Wii Fit and at least an hour of the dance and other random shift your arse Raving Rabbids game on the Wii. I don't eat crap, but as ever I can't sleep so here I am ...and as bad as this makes me sound I am drinking myself to sleep....Oh and by the way I know it doesn't really work - but allow me something I can put false hope into.....
How do I feel? Well I tried to be so clinical but found my heart pounding, my mouth dry and my fight /flight drive in over drive...so do I punch the smug women with their dull husbands or do I just run out, grab the big check I wrote and forget this as stupid and desperate?
We watch a power point - now that did make me super relaxed and I did nod off but after that it was all get in a circle and let's divulge and share about anything except pregnancy....I'm sorry but shouldn't that be part of this? Shouldn't we talk about those infertility feelings? Apparently not. Oh and then just to make this so much more stressful and uncomfortable we have an "assigned" buddy. Seriously looking around the room we are all mature and professional women do we really need to be assigned friends by the soft spoken group leader?
So I try really hard to do what I am told, but is just like JPN 201 all over again. I cannot meditate alone - I find the spot on the floor that need to be cleaned right then, or I just drift off and think about what I need to do at home and at work. And because I don't do what I have been told to do I feel like a failure and wonder again why I am putting myself through this?
Is the weekend any different -well really no. We have to go the grocery store, the gas station, the car wash, pick up N from the airport...run run run. Sunday I feel good I do 30 mins of Wii Fit and at least an hour of the dance and other random shift your arse Raving Rabbids game on the Wii. I don't eat crap, but as ever I can't sleep so here I am ...and as bad as this makes me sound I am drinking myself to sleep....Oh and by the way I know it doesn't really work - but allow me something I can put false hope into.....
Friday, January 9, 2009
Another fertility schermility rant....
So it has been a year since the first time I hoped and thought that I was pregnant. So I am still hoping and praying. I stopped thinking several months ago as I have come to the conclusion that when I get nausea it is just psychosomatic - my own little bit of wanting to be pregnant crazy.
The big news I guess is how on board Robert is with having a baby, although I am dreading his fussing somewhat - he will so be wrapping me up in cotton wool. The irony in this being he is the one who always says pregnancy is natural and not an illness.
In other posts I have explained our plans - with the clomid, then the shots then IVF. It is all terribly overwhelming really. I am working like a demon on the Wii Fit and (I know this sounds really stupid) Raving Rabbids TV Show also on the Wii - it has the best dance work outs and a great one for your waist and your arse - but you have to play that one to really understand. I am trying to watch what i eat, but lately that is not much thanks to my psychosomatic nausea.
We both continue to hate what the tabloids have done to pregnancy and childbirth (although I still buy them so I guess I am complicit in their behavior). I am not trying to sound like a crazy 1950s housewife but even when I was a teenager (in the 1980s) having a baby at 16 or 17 wasn't bragged about that much, and it was a scandal. I can still remember the first girl in my year who got pregnant it was so horrifying to us all. Yet today we have Jamie Lynn Spears and Bristol Palin all having babies, and their parents are all so very proud of them, and the tabloids are just waiting to offer them 100s of thousands of dollars for the first pictures. (On a slightly sarcastic note we think Miley will be next....). The rate of teen pregnancies has increased in the past year and I have to wonder if it isn't the constant bombardment of "bump watches" and young girls who are idolized by the tabloids for the ability to reproduce.
I thought that I was avoiding this on the TV - after all I am at work when Tyra and Oprah are on and I really don't watch E! any more and then last night's ER happened.
Let me back track.
After a week of nausea and knowing that we timed things just right we did and early pregnancy test (1 day early) which was negative and I was surprisingly calm about it especially as we do have the plan in place know.
So I settled down to watch the dramas of the ER unfold - and what does it start with? A miserable Angela Basset staring despondently at a white stick. Ah - way to rub it in NBC. A career woman who miscarried at 3 months who now can't get pregnant (oh and she is over 40). Fast forward to her sitting with the OB doc who is telling her all the horrible statistics - her FSH is too low for any fertility clinic to take her on blah blah blah blah blah...Robert turned it off. He was just furious as was I. If you look at the whole Angela Basset back story - successful career woman, loses a child to leukemia, then has a miscarriage then can't have another child. It was handled with all the grace and sensitivity of a sledge hammer to the head!
To me the message it sent was that older women who have established, professional careers cannot have children, should not have children - or quite simply they just waited too long and were selfish about getting that career so they don"t actually deserve a child.
Am I overreacting - oh without a doubt I am, but I actually do feel a little justified. These portrayals and stereotypes of successful women do nothing for women. Yes, they show that a woman can be a successful physician, but she has to sacrifice everything else for that. Oh and I still hate Angelina Jolie......
The big news I guess is how on board Robert is with having a baby, although I am dreading his fussing somewhat - he will so be wrapping me up in cotton wool. The irony in this being he is the one who always says pregnancy is natural and not an illness.
In other posts I have explained our plans - with the clomid, then the shots then IVF. It is all terribly overwhelming really. I am working like a demon on the Wii Fit and (I know this sounds really stupid) Raving Rabbids TV Show also on the Wii - it has the best dance work outs and a great one for your waist and your arse - but you have to play that one to really understand. I am trying to watch what i eat, but lately that is not much thanks to my psychosomatic nausea.
We both continue to hate what the tabloids have done to pregnancy and childbirth (although I still buy them so I guess I am complicit in their behavior). I am not trying to sound like a crazy 1950s housewife but even when I was a teenager (in the 1980s) having a baby at 16 or 17 wasn't bragged about that much, and it was a scandal. I can still remember the first girl in my year who got pregnant it was so horrifying to us all. Yet today we have Jamie Lynn Spears and Bristol Palin all having babies, and their parents are all so very proud of them, and the tabloids are just waiting to offer them 100s of thousands of dollars for the first pictures. (On a slightly sarcastic note we think Miley will be next....). The rate of teen pregnancies has increased in the past year and I have to wonder if it isn't the constant bombardment of "bump watches" and young girls who are idolized by the tabloids for the ability to reproduce.
I thought that I was avoiding this on the TV - after all I am at work when Tyra and Oprah are on and I really don't watch E! any more and then last night's ER happened.
Let me back track.
After a week of nausea and knowing that we timed things just right we did and early pregnancy test (1 day early) which was negative and I was surprisingly calm about it especially as we do have the plan in place know.
So I settled down to watch the dramas of the ER unfold - and what does it start with? A miserable Angela Basset staring despondently at a white stick. Ah - way to rub it in NBC. A career woman who miscarried at 3 months who now can't get pregnant (oh and she is over 40). Fast forward to her sitting with the OB doc who is telling her all the horrible statistics - her FSH is too low for any fertility clinic to take her on blah blah blah blah blah...Robert turned it off. He was just furious as was I. If you look at the whole Angela Basset back story - successful career woman, loses a child to leukemia, then has a miscarriage then can't have another child. It was handled with all the grace and sensitivity of a sledge hammer to the head!
To me the message it sent was that older women who have established, professional careers cannot have children, should not have children - or quite simply they just waited too long and were selfish about getting that career so they don"t actually deserve a child.
Am I overreacting - oh without a doubt I am, but I actually do feel a little justified. These portrayals and stereotypes of successful women do nothing for women. Yes, they show that a woman can be a successful physician, but she has to sacrifice everything else for that. Oh and I still hate Angelina Jolie......
Saturday, January 3, 2009
A response to the anonymous post of Jan 2nd
Wow! So 6 months later somebody took umbrage about what I wrote about the construction on my street by the La Rosa Development Corporation. In the interests of sharing I have added the comment which was anonymous to this post - followed by my comments.....
I think that the homes on Notre Dame and Washington are beautiful. Why would you pretend that they are not a huge improvement? i know that the "community" would rather have a crack house put up in the middle of that development, but it wasn't the case. If you want your toilets to stop backing up, then stop using baby wipes. Drains and sewers are not one in the same. Stop pretending that you understand how things work. the truth is that you just love to complain and imagine that you actually have a community and you can organize to make a difference. Who in their right mind misses possums and racoons? If anything their is more trash for them to eat with more people living there so dont sweat it. The houses in that neighborhood are a huge improvement. You have Academy Homes right across the street. How many shootings and drug areests happen there every night? Stop kidding yourself. I'd love to know which delapidated house in that neighborhood is yours. It could definitely use a good rehab. But lets face it, you rent.
http://www.wickedlocal.com/roslindale/archive/x508049450/Developer-wants-to-demolish-historic-homes
http://www.jamaicaplaingazette.com/node/2947
I think that the homes on Notre Dame and Washington are beautiful. Why would you pretend that they are not a huge improvement? i know that the "community" would rather have a crack house put up in the middle of that development, but it wasn't the case. If you want your toilets to stop backing up, then stop using baby wipes. Drains and sewers are not one in the same. Stop pretending that you understand how things work. the truth is that you just love to complain and imagine that you actually have a community and you can organize to make a difference. Who in their right mind misses possums and racoons? If anything their is more trash for them to eat with more people living there so dont sweat it. The houses in that neighborhood are a huge improvement. You have Academy Homes right across the street. How many shootings and drug areests happen there every night? Stop kidding yourself. I'd love to know which delapidated house in that neighborhood is yours. It could definitely use a good rehab. But lets face it, you rent.
Don’t be such a coward – writing anonymously is so passive aggressive. Although if these comments were in fact made by one of the people involved with the construction I am not terribly surprised as your boss tends to avoid meetings with communities and when confronted relies on aggression and insults to get his point across.- As for the houses being dilapidated I am sure Jackie, Mohammed and Rodrigo will be thrilled to know about their homes being dilapidated. I’ll be sure to pass that on to them.
- Now, seriously why would we want a crack house? That is just silly. There’s one around the corner on Bragdon St, so we’re all set thank you very much.
- Now, visually the new homes are very nice, but we all watched them get built and have some terribly interesting photographs of the construction. We don’t make groundless accusations, we research issues, provide documentation – like the professionals we are. We also do have a very good understanding of “how things work.”
- You mention Academy Housing, and while there have been some issues with crime there overall it has not impacted us at all, but when a 4 year old is shot in a neighboring house, a murder suspect is arrested outside of our front door, and the police make frequent slow drives or stop due to the yelling and shouting from the condos on Notre Dame St one has to wonder. We also discovered from a neighbor that those very same condos are Section 8 – they were very shocked and disappointed. We alas were not.
- Our toilets have never backed up – the pipes in the basement have. We have had sewage come up through those pipes. We have watched as drain covers have been blown off in the street – something that never happened before the construction even during the heaviest rains
- Baby wipes – now why on earth would a childless couple have a need for baby wipes? If you had bothered to look at any other posts you would have realized this, and also realized that we are struggling to have a child. If you did read any other posts then you are quite simply spiteful, insensitive and cruel.
- As for the complaints we made:
OSHA – that was because there was little or no safety precautions on the site – this includes the young boy who was up a tree with no safety equipment while hacking away at a branch with a chain saw
The city for the noise of idling trucks outside my front door before 07:00, for construction workers using the front yard as a thoroughfare, for consistently blocking ingress and egress to my home and for having portable generators spew fumes constantly and then having staff dump the empty fuel containers wherever they saw fit. - I welcome comments however; no matter how vitriolic they are, as I believe that everyone has a right to their opinions and to free speech. My one request is that you please double check your spelling and grammar ( I have highlighted your spelling and grammatical errors in red), and please avoid unsubstantiated personal attacks as they are just unprofessional.
- Where exactly did you go to college?
And in closing here are some interesting links - 1 rather old and 2 from this past year.
http://www.bostonneighborhoodnews.com/zoningchairunderfire.htmlhttp://www.wickedlocal.com/roslindale/archive/x508049450/Developer-wants-to-demolish-historic-homes
http://www.jamaicaplaingazette.com/node/2947
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