So I go to the ER Thursday morning for heavy bleeding b/c I was so anemic when I left the first time I was borderline needing a transfusion. The bleeding turned out to be fine and I also find out that the anemia is getting better already, but then on an ultrasound they see something weird and I have a lot of pain when they palpitate this location too. So they admit me to the hospital
again, so they can order an x-ray, cat scan and so I can have a consult with a surgeon to possibly go under and figure out what is going on in there if it isn't apparent on the scans. AND they originally were going to admit me to an area where you can't have babies, until Dusitn pointed out we wouldn't be able to feed our son and got the unit manager nurse of L&D to let us stay there again. Thank god. After being there all day Thur and Fri they decide I am just compacted with poo (even though I have been pooing) and that I can leave.
To say my nerves are frayed would be an understatement!

I can only laugh now b/c I am glad I am not sick and I appreciate the taste of freedom so much. I feel pretty good now, and really there is a lot more to the story but I am too tired to write it out. And I was going to add another Jack picture too. Maybe I will get around to it next week. Aghgh! Let me just say, unless you like being admitted to the hospital and getting freaked the f out over the thought of another surgery for what turns out to be poo, stay FAR AWAY from perinatologists!