Down for the count...
Well, all was going well until last Sunday, September 12th. Ty & I headed to Umstead Park for a quick run before we had to be at childbirth class. We were a little more than 1 mile into the run when we started to run over the little wooden bridge. The wooden boards were looser than usual and I caught my toe and went flying. I tried to save myself from falling, but my 15 lb belly brought me down and I landed hard on my right side. It scared the living daylights out of me (and Ty) and I also felt like a jackass since an entire family watched me go down. I collected myself and we walked back to the car. Called the OB on-call who advised I go lay down and make sure the baby was moving normally. No need to be seen unless the baby wasn't moving and/or I started to bleed. Baby was moving fine and we went to our childbirth class which was taught by a very experienced mid-wife who reassured me all would be ok. The bun has been very active and I have been working but have not exercised at all the past week. This past Thursday and Friday I was starting to have more rib pain and then this morning while on the phone talking to Kelly Joshi I felt and heard a "pop" in my right rib cage. The pain got acutely worse and constant. I couldn't even walk without being in agony. We decided to go to urgent care to see if I could get a chest x-ray. Well we walked into urgent care and the second they saw my belly they told me I had to go to the ED. So off to the ED we went. Again, the second they saw my belly, they took me right back and also told me they would have to send me upstairs to OB once I was cleared by the ED. It hurt so much to laugh, but I started to because I thought it was so ridiculous. No one seemed to understand that the fall happened almost a week ago and that I had already talked to the OB doc who said I did not need to be seen. I understand protocol and all, but why is it that so many health care providers do not take the time to listen to the patient and have actual conversations lasting more than 30 seconds? So anyways, I was taken back and seen by the nurse and then a PA. I was a little surprised when the PA offered me narcotics. No way I said. Then he went on to tell me about a study he recently read that was suggesting even Tylenol should not be taken while pregnant. Whatever dude- just order the x-ray...the film came back w/no obvious fractures. He thought there may be a crack but it was hard to tell. He pulled the film up for me to see and I asked him about one small mark on one 1 rib and he said "I'm not sure what that is." Awesome. GREAT. The nurse had left an incentive spirometer in my room (little device you use to help encourage deep breathing) He asked me if I had ever seen one or if I knew how to use it. Uh yeah. Thanks buddy...cardiothoracic nurse, lung transplant coordinator...yes I know how to use the damn thing. He said, "Are you sure?" Yup, pretty dang sure. He did listen to me when I questioned him about being sent up to OB. He agreed and did not think that was warranted since the bun has been moving fine and I had no other complaints. So off we went after I signed my paperwork for $250 to be deducted form my paycheck. Hobbled down the hall and made it back home. Have only left the couch to pee and am dreading the pain and effort it will take to get into bed tonight. Trying to stay positive and hope that labor will be a breeze compared to this. I've had 2 bike crashes and the contusions I had with those were not as painful as this. I just hope everything will heal well enough so I can push 110% during delivery. I would be lying if I said I wasn't bummed that this happened. I am pretty sure my running days are on hold for at least a few weeks if not longer :( Being active is not possible at this point and that drives me CRAZY!!
Well, all was going well until last Sunday, September 12th. Ty & I headed to Umstead Park for a quick run before we had to be at childbirth class. We were a little more than 1 mile into the run when we started to run over the little wooden bridge. The wooden boards were looser than usual and I caught my toe and went flying. I tried to save myself from falling, but my 15 lb belly brought me down and I landed hard on my right side. It scared the living daylights out of me (and Ty) and I also felt like a jackass since an entire family watched me go down. I collected myself and we walked back to the car. Called the OB on-call who advised I go lay down and make sure the baby was moving normally. No need to be seen unless the baby wasn't moving and/or I started to bleed. Baby was moving fine and we went to our childbirth class which was taught by a very experienced mid-wife who reassured me all would be ok. The bun has been very active and I have been working but have not exercised at all the past week. This past Thursday and Friday I was starting to have more rib pain and then this morning while on the phone talking to Kelly Joshi I felt and heard a "pop" in my right rib cage. The pain got acutely worse and constant. I couldn't even walk without being in agony. We decided to go to urgent care to see if I could get a chest x-ray. Well we walked into urgent care and the second they saw my belly they told me I had to go to the ED. So off to the ED we went. Again, the second they saw my belly, they took me right back and also told me they would have to send me upstairs to OB once I was cleared by the ED. It hurt so much to laugh, but I started to because I thought it was so ridiculous. No one seemed to understand that the fall happened almost a week ago and that I had already talked to the OB doc who said I did not need to be seen. I understand protocol and all, but why is it that so many health care providers do not take the time to listen to the patient and have actual conversations lasting more than 30 seconds? So anyways, I was taken back and seen by the nurse and then a PA. I was a little surprised when the PA offered me narcotics. No way I said. Then he went on to tell me about a study he recently read that was suggesting even Tylenol should not be taken while pregnant. Whatever dude- just order the x-ray...the film came back w/no obvious fractures. He thought there may be a crack but it was hard to tell. He pulled the film up for me to see and I asked him about one small mark on one 1 rib and he said "I'm not sure what that is." Awesome. GREAT. The nurse had left an incentive spirometer in my room (little device you use to help encourage deep breathing) He asked me if I had ever seen one or if I knew how to use it. Uh yeah. Thanks buddy...cardiothoracic nurse, lung transplant coordinator...yes I know how to use the damn thing. He said, "Are you sure?" Yup, pretty dang sure. He did listen to me when I questioned him about being sent up to OB. He agreed and did not think that was warranted since the bun has been moving fine and I had no other complaints. So off we went after I signed my paperwork for $250 to be deducted form my paycheck. Hobbled down the hall and made it back home. Have only left the couch to pee and am dreading the pain and effort it will take to get into bed tonight. Trying to stay positive and hope that labor will be a breeze compared to this. I've had 2 bike crashes and the contusions I had with those were not as painful as this. I just hope everything will heal well enough so I can push 110% during delivery. I would be lying if I said I wasn't bummed that this happened. I am pretty sure my running days are on hold for at least a few weeks if not longer :( Being active is not possible at this point and that drives me CRAZY!!
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