Ok, here we go.
I bought an iPhone app that would let me blog from work. Two twelve hour shifts are killing me, and these aren’t even overnights.
Brock has been having a he’ll of a time getting Ronan to go down at night. I feel horrible because I’m at work and there is nothing I can do about it. He gets so frustrated, and Ronan gets so upset. I hope things level out soon. As it is, I get home and Ronan is still awake and unhappy. Those boys have to get used to eachother.
(The picture is one Brock sent me while I’m working.)
In other ways, Brock is an AMAZING stay at home dad. He loves being home with his boy. They have fun, and go out and do things together. Everything is peachy keen until around 8:30pm, and then the baby demons come and start pinching my boy and making him cry all night. Sad.
Yesterday was an interesting ultrasound day! First, I scanned a lady that had come into the ER with nausea, vomiting, and abdomen pain. Her urinary pregnancy test was positive. She was just seen in the ER 2 weeks prior and no one told her she was pregnant then. I assumed that she would be 4-5 weeks, and we wouldn’t be able to see anything. I put the transducer down and there was a big old baby in there! She was about 5 months pregnant! It was pretty cool… She was on depo-provera (“the shot”) so it was reasonable that she didn’t know she was pregnant. They should have tested before they gave her the shot.
I also had a study that was “highly suspicious” for a ruptured ectopic. She was in severe pain, filled up with blood in her belly, and there was a “sac” structure in her left adnexa. My heart was racing… I called the ER doc and my radiologist, sent her back to the department, and she was in surgery in under an hour. When I came in today, I checked the surgery notes – sure enough, ruptured left tubal pregnancy. Scary! She could have died. In fairness, anyone could have found it. Not only that but she had come in the night before and had left AMA – against medical advice. So I don’t feel terribly bad for her.
Today has been crazy slow. But I’m surviving.
