How to completely STRESS OUT a pregnant lady

A Guide for OBGYNs

Step One: Just three weeks before her c-section date, call her and tell her that she is suddenly too high risk for you to oversee her delivery and that she has to see a different specialized doctor from then on out.

Step Two: Send her to a specialized doctor that is NOTORIOUS for having incredibly bad bed-side manners (but who really is "very brilliant"... or at least thats what everyone says to soften the blow)

Step Three: Oh yeah, make sure she knows that she can no longer deliver at the hospital of her choice. She has to make the trek out for her 3 appointments per week to downtown Fresno (nevermind whether or not she will be able to get that kind of babysitting arranged) and deliver in a completely unfamiliar hospital that can't get her in for a simple tour before her delivery date.

Step Four: Even though she and her husband have arranged everything for a specific c-section date (getting off work/school, getting babysitting figured out, etc) make sure you let her know that she no longer has a c-section date and it is all up in the air until she can see the infamous specialist (and since it has taken 1 1/2 months to make an appointment with him in the past, what are the odds that scheduling a convenient c-section date is going to go very well for her).

Step Five: Don't bother to tell her yourself, just have your assistant call her and completely change her birth plan with a 3 minute phone conversation.

My OBGYN could have written the book on this. I am trying to find the bright side to all of this.... which is that the baby will be well taken care of, and that is the most important thing. If anything were to happen, thats the place you would want to be, but who wants to think that they will need to use those services for their child?! After all the preparation and expectations of it (being cut open is not an easy thing and I have been having to prep myself for it), the sudden changes have completely thrown me for a loop and stressed me out.

So, I have to rearrange me expectations and get my priorities straight: having a successful delivery where the baby and I both make it through safely. I am just going to have to let the irksome details slide by.

Rockin' Christmas

No, Finn doesn't have his driver's license quite yet. Caleb, his mother, and I took Finn to see the Christmas lights at Peach/Alluvial... so Finn took the wheel on Caleb's lap when we got there. Problem being that he had access to the radio, and Finn loves music. It did not take long for him to figure out how to crank up the Christmas music so he could dance. I don't know where Finn got these particular dance moves, but this is what he does every time he hears music he likes. He has so much personality (too bad nobody at church can see that side of him due to his extreme rejection of nursery, anyone involving nursery, or anything having to do with nursery... it has been a long few months at Church.)