So Wednesday was the nightmare of my life. I went to my OB apt. in the morning. The doctor did his usually check up and told me that baby was still breech- head and feet up, with his butt down in my pelvis. So as he's checking me, he asked if I had already scheduled my c-section. I told him no, because HE told me to wait until this apt. to see how the baby was doing, or if he had turned. He seemed astonished that I hadn't already scheduled this c-section (which I was not excited about), even though I didn't because he told me to wait. So he then tells me, it might be too late. He wrote me some official letter and sent me straight to the hospital to schedule the c-section. At the hospital, they sent me to five different places before I finally got to the right place (typically Italian), where the obstetrician was mad at me because I hadn't scheduled sooner. I tried to explain that I was only following doctors orders. My due date is June 8-12th (they're undecided), and the lady told me that they only scheduled 2 c-sections a day, and they were already booked for 3 c-sections a day, for several weeks and that she didn't know if she could give me an apt. You've got to be kidding! I have a breech baby and you don't even think you can schedule me. So then she calls her big boss and they decide that they can schedule me for June 12th. So I ask, isn't it better to do it sooner so that I don't go into labor and have to have an emergency c-section. She tells me it would be better, but they can't schedule me any sooner. Great! All of this while Paolo is working.
So then I called a friend in Prato (which is about an hour south of here) crying and saying, what do I do? So she called the hospital there, and they told her to bring me right in and they'd see and get me in right away if it was necessary. So I call the neighbor who took me to the train station. I go with all of my bags down to Prato. My friend picked me up at the train station and took me to the hospital. After waiting for the doctor to finish delivering, he came and checked me. He did the ultrasound. And lo and behold, the baby is not breech. He's head down (and enormous according to the doctor) and ready to go. He never was breech (because I gaurantee I would have felt him flip around if did). So anyway, after all of the worrying, traveling (gone from 9 am - 10 pm), etc., this baby is just fine. It was the biggest relief of my life, and the biggest frustration at the same time. Why do Italians have to make life so complicated?! Anyway, now it's just a matter of waiting, and hoping he's not too overdue. I just need to remember that even though this is all a big pain, the end product is going to be worth it.
Moral of the story: public health care is not the best way to go!
This is Aaron's 3rd bath. His first two were not screaming successes. There was mostly just a lot of screaming involved. I think it was mostly due to poor timing. Right after a suppository and in the middle of cholic are not the best times. I've also learned a valuable lesson. Due to space and small Italian bathrooms we put the bath tub on our changing table that's right next to the bed. So I had put down the towel on the bed. After his bath I put him on the towel and was drying him off when he decided to pee. The only problem is that it went through the towel onto the bed. Since then I've put a protective pad under his towel.
Aaron was 3 weeks on Friday. To celebrate I went with my mom to Florence. The real reason of course was to go shopping, but we women will take any excuse we can get. Aaron just started to get cholic. I can't wait for this phase to pass. It doesn't help that he hasn't able to have a bowel movement by himself since day 7. My mom went home on Saturday, and my sister, Maureen went home last Tuesday after being here 20 days to help me out. I miss them already.
