Wednesday, January 9th, 2008, I saw my Gestational Diabetes doctor, to see if the blood test I took the prior week indicated I had regular diabetes now that I was no longer pregnant. Thank the Lord, I did NOT.
I will have to get tested for diabetes once a year, at my annual physical, to be sure, however. The fact that I had gestational diabetes means I still need to watch my blood sugars to ensure I don't still get the full blown diabetes later in life.
My diabetes doctor is a real sweetie, and gave me and my hubby a few of her hand-me-down baby equipment, including a car seat and a swing. She's also a Mom, having an adopted son at home.
Before I left, she heard Logan poo. She asked me if I'd like to change him in the examining room.
I should have listened to my gestational diabetes doctor...
I should have changed Logan then and there, when my doctor offered me the opportunity.
But NOOOOOOOO..... I was sure he would "keep" until I was done grocery shopping and got home.
She said that I knew best, as I was the mother, and not to feel guilty if someone else said I was doing something wrong.
Heh. Me, know best?!?
I think his dirty diaper was why he started crying. In Longs. Full blast. Without cease.
I left a cart full of groceries in Longs while I went back outside (with him) to get his bottle and a pacifier.
I got a clue before going back into Longs and went ahead and brought back in his whole diaper bag.
Then I tried to feed him his bottle (pumped breast milk) with one hand while pushing the cart with the other and looking at the shelves. I'd often look back at him and realize the bottle wasn't centered in his mouth, or even in his mouth anymore! Just dripping onto his onesie.
Then he wasn't into the bottle anymore. And the pacifier didn't work. And he wasn't content with his car seat. And holding him in twelve different positions didn't work. And he kept getting heavier.
I looked at the line to the pharmacy, looked at my screaming baby, and headed for the checkout line. Purchased my items as fast as possible, then sat in the back seat of my car trying to breast feed -- I assumed that the bottle hadn't been warm enough... I had tried to warm it in the car using the car vents, with the heater on, when driving to Longs!), giving Logan some colic medicine, and holding him again. He was inconsolable, with maybe a few times he stopped crying.
Husband called my cell, heard the screaming baby over it, and offered to take care of the rest of my chores, LOL! He picked up my meds at the pharmacy, and also took care of some of the groceries I was going to get at Vons.
Wow. This is just NOT easy, LOL! My respect for my own Mom keeps getting higher and higher!!!
Hubby was like, "why didn't you drop him off with your parents or my parents while you went grocery shopping?"
"I don't know... I thought it would be EASY!" :) Doh!!!
When I got home, I changed him, breast fed him, and he passed out, in his swing.
Ok, this motherhood thing isn't as easy as I had thought it would be. ;)
Ok, I didn't think it would be easy. But holy smokes! It's often way harder than I had thought.