We are so grateful to be having this baby. He is a miracle, in more ways than the already overwhelming miracle of human life. Landon was able to feel him kicking for the first time this week; that is a precious memory already. We are thrilled with the anticipation of meeting him, naming him, teaching him, and endlessly teasing and playing with him. June can't come fast enough.
But when the pharmacist handed me this:
I had a
I knew it was coming. Twice-daily injections of Heparin (blood thinners) are part of the pregnancy package when you're a woman of the Sanders family. I've heard my sister talk about it, and the Dr. warned me about it, but nothing could have prepared me for the utter terror I feel at the very thought of pushing that needle (although it's very small) through my own skin.
I am not usually a needle-hater, per say. Immunizations, birth control shots, lots of blood work when I was in college: I've had them all. But I don't usually watch.
And these shots, for whatever inhumane reason, REALLY HURT!
I have been a bit of a nervous wreck for the past few days while I try to readjust to this new lifestyle. Less sleeping, eating, and laughing is happening at the Burgener house. Lots more crying. Maybe we're just practicing for when the baby gets here?
So if you happen to be a diabetic: I salute you. If you are required to test your blood daily for iron or insulin: I salute you. If you are a heroin addict: Honestly, I'm a little bit in awe of you. Because I can't do it; I make Landon do it instead.
Prayers are appreciated -- someday I hope to "man up" and give myself the shots.
Oh, and if you're a doctor? Could you PLEASE develop an anti-coagulant that comes in the form of a pill/lotion/energy drink/once monthly injection? It's the only way we're going to be able to have more kids.