Sunday Hospital Visit

Since my first passing out incident two weeks ago, my dizziness has been getting worse. Yesterday when I was going into primary to teach my lesson, I just started crying to Ben and told him that I could not take it anymore.  I had someone cover my lesson and we went to the hospital. When we got there they put an IV in (it was a HUGE needle and HURT), drew some blood, took a urine sample, and put some monitors on the baby.  The baby was just fine the whole time.  They monitored my blood pressure and oxygen levels the whole time I was there.  The doctor told them to push a bad of fluids in really quickly to make sure I wasn't dehydrated. I knew I wasn't because I had been drinking a TON of water that morning and the day before.  The urine came back fine (no infections, etc.)  I am not anemic, my blood pressure is fine in all positions, I was well hydrated, my blood counts came back fine, I am not hypoglycemic, nor gestational diabetic, and every other test that they could do came back fine. They were at a loss, which was frustrating to me because they didn't solve my problem.  I hate feeling like this, and I would have like it fixed. The doctor told me to keep eating and drinking like I had been and that he is going to refer me to a cardiologist to make sure that I don't have an underlying heart condition that is just showing now.  I would wear a band around my waist and when I feel light headed I would push a button and it would record what my body did.  He also said that I should not be driving. This I didn't like, but knew it was the safest thing to say.  I wouldn't want to be driving and pass out.

Last night I asked Ben what he thinks is going on (because he is a nurse...and he took my IV out yesterday...that was weird). He told me that having the baby come would be the solution.  Not yet of course should my boy come, but you know what I mean.

I am also worried about my sweet boy.  I don't want Braeden to be here when I pass out and there is nothing my little man can do.  That would tear me to pieces.  We are just going to hang out here, and get some small projects done before the baby comes, and take it easy.  My body is obviously telling me something that I can't quite figure out...so we will be nice to it.

Hopefully this feeling ends soon and I can get back to somewhat normal activities. Maybe this way my husband will get some dinner when he gets home...maybe (if I am not exhausted by 6 pm).  Today I am tired, and I have a huge bruise where the IV was, because it killed to have in there and the saline flush and the rate at which the fluids went in just damaged my vein.  My arm is weak and I can't d much.  I am NOT a baby or a wussy...but this hurts.  Anyways...something to look forward to in 8 weeks...another IV! Hopefully this one will be smaller and hurt less.