*There's nothing like a funeral to make you think about your life and wonder how others will remember you --or how you'll remember others.
*Man, music is the best. Victor Hugo once said: Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
He was so right.
*A good friend taught me that we will never "arrive" to a place where our trials end. But I do know that I think I'm ready for the next one. Maybe. Perhaps I haven't learned all I need to learn from my trials right now, but man...I hope I learn it soon! I'm ready for this one to be done. It feels like it's been going on for a really long time (years and years, actually)...
*I know more than the doctor does about my body and about my babies. I actually learned this on Monday during another ultrasound --where the doctor was baffled that not only have my fluid levels returned to normal, but the baby really could be a week ahead. It took everything in my power to stop myself from saying:
DUH!!!!
I am so tired of doctors telling me I don't know my own body. I'm tired of them telling me how to give birth and to pay them lots of money "just in case" I might have a 10 pound baby.
[The ranting is still going to continue, dear reader. I can't help it. Just warning ya!]
Here's the thing:
I have had 5 pregnancies and 4 children (this is my 6th pregnancy). My smallest baby was 8lbs 3 oz. My largest was 9lbs 11oz. All three of my boys (this one is the third boy) were conceived the day after my period ended. I ovulate twice a month. YES! I do! I've known I have for years and years! This time it was a no-brainer because Brandon came home from China and 6 days later he was in England.
Ummm...hello?!
So, I already knew this baby was older than they say he is --I already have big babies. I have never had Gestational Diabetes, and the tests came back negative. AGAIN. For the second time this pregnancy. I'm also young. I also deliver my babies unmedicated. I also have amazing birthing hips and I heal-after-labor really fast. I was seriously blessed with this birthing-machine-of-a-body, and I'm tired of doctors who REFUSE TO LISTEN TO ME telling me what they "know" is going on.
So, I'm cancelling my 37 week ultrasound. I'm not paying another 100 bucks for the doctors to say, once again, that everything is fine.
"But Cheryl," you may say, "what if something does go wrong? What if you do have an 11 pound baby? That's why we have doctors! We need to listen to them!"
If I have an 11 pound baby, or if something tragic happens because I refused to have one more ultrasound (after this last one showed --once again --that the baby is thriving), then I will feel bad. But I trust my gut and the influence of the Spirit in this matter over some random doctor who has only seen me once (and barely bothered to flip through my chart). And I will continue to feel this way until the Spirit tells me otherwise.
Rant over.
What have you learned lately?
10 comments:
Too much. Hopefully I won't hvae to learn it again... I think you w3ill be fine Cheryl. I know how all that Doctor scaring you can be. I get it extra bad because I do get the diabetes. But I know how bad they can make your feel. I am sure your baby will be just fine like all of your other ones. Have a great Memorial day weekend.
Well, if you do have an 11 pounder, know this that you will probably survive! My last was 10 lb 13oz and I'll tell you that it's no picnic, but worse things could happen. For now I wish you much luck that he isn't that big. Here's to an easy delivery :)
I've learned that I don't handle disappointment any better than my kids.
I hope you don't have an 11 pound baby. But you would survive it. Good luck! Not much longer until he'll be here.
You'll be fine! I was just telling someone the other day that we know our bodies better than anyone else does and it is stupid to always go to the doctor and spend money when we don't need too. How funny that you wrote about it today!
As for what I've learned...that I love family and friends and I'm so thankful for them! And that we are truely blessed only sometimes we aren't humble enough to realize it! (Speaking only for myself of course!)
Oh Cheryl, how I love thee, let me count the ways ...10,258,154,935. But mostly because you're cute. And right. Sometimes it's nice having one of those super birthing bodies.
That shopping is as fun as I hope it's going to be.
That lack of sleep makes it hard to learn anything.
You know what's refreshing? A doctor who admits to not knowing everything without making you lose your faith in their ability to provide you with quality medical care.
I have learned that it really bums me out when my friends' laptops die.
I'm learning, too, to trust my gut, to trust the Spirit, to let things go.
I love you, and I'm proud of you for following your gut.
I really wish you the best of luck with that. I'm learning a lot since my last time visiting this blog about economics in real life and online. In fact, I'm going to blog about it, and then head off to study and let off some steam. I'm really going through something right now, and it's got something to do with surviving on my own.
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