One very much *not* a fuck off: my son was born yesterday (October 6) at 5:56 a.m. He's eight weeks early. To those who took care of me during one of the scariest days of my life, and have taken him well in hand, the farthest from fuck off that you can get.
My water broke Sunday morning at 7:30 or so, we were in the hospital a few minutes before 8. I didn't bother with shoes, or anything--too scared. They put me on something to try to stop labor, and something else to prevent infection from setting in. It worked long enough to get two steriod shots into me to develop my son's premature lungs. As soon as they took me off of it at about 12:30 Monday morning, I went into hard labor, and delivered a 17 inch, nearly four pound baby boy, screaming his irritation at the world. At 32 weeks, he's already demonstrated that he's going to love the FFOT--when he's old enough.
The staff at the hospital's Labor & Maternity, Recovery, and NICU have been absolutely terrific. I vote to send them a hearty FUCK YEAH. I'd've written this yesterday, but couldn't see straight from the stuff they'd had me on to try to stop my labor long enough to give my baby boy the best possible chance he could have to be healthy.
The asshats at my insurance, however, I save for Friday.
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One very much *not* a fuck off: my son was born yesterday (October 6) at 5:56 a.m. He's eight weeks early. To those who took care of me during one of the scariest days of my life, and have taken him well in hand, the farthest from fuck off that you can get.
My water broke Sunday morning at 7:30 or so, we were in the hospital a few minutes before 8. I didn't bother with shoes, or anything--too scared. They put me on something to try to stop labor, and something else to prevent infection from setting in. It worked long enough to get two steriod shots into me to develop my son's premature lungs. As soon as they took me off of it at about 12:30 Monday morning, I went into hard labor, and delivered a 17 inch, nearly four pound baby boy, screaming his irritation at the world. At 32 weeks, he's already demonstrated that he's going to love the FFOT--when he's old enough.
The staff at the hospital's Labor & Maternity, Recovery, and NICU have been absolutely terrific. I vote to send them a hearty FUCK YEAH. I'd've written this yesterday, but couldn't see straight from the stuff they'd had me on to try to stop my labor long enough to give my baby boy the best possible chance he could have to be healthy.
The asshats at my insurance, however, I save for Friday.
--Holly Chism, infrequent poster from ICIP?
Congratulations Holly!
Picture posted on The Anti-Soma. He's a cutie!
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