On Friday, I had a follow-up Rheumatology appointment. Truthfully, I don't really know what the point was to the appointment but regardless, I went anyways.
He didn't really have much to say, but the medication he has prescribed me had seeming been causing me some pain in my left lower rib/lung so I wanted to ask him about it. He was perplexed by my concern but gave my lung a good old listen - and from what I could tell, he couldn't hear anything concerning but then, I think diagnosed me with Lupus but really I can't be certain as the treatment for Lupus is the same treatment for APS. So anyways, he said to schedule another follow-up apt for 2 months from now - and all in the same breath, he said I didn't have to - so I didn't, haha.
Now, the real exciting part of my trip to this doctor, is that it's right down the street from the hospital where I delivered Noah and stayed for 9 days. Whenever I'm in the area, I try to stop in to see if my delivery team is there - so like any other time, I stopped into the hospital.
In preparation of my visit, I wrote another note to our delivery nurse - because odds were that she wasn't working much like every other time I had stopped in (maybe only 2 other times).
So of course you have to get buzzed into the 13th floor - so you like, have to have a reason.. and of course I didn't really have a GOOD reason, like visiting a patient or something but regardless the keeper of the locked door, let me in after saying that I had a letter for a nurse.
I walked over to the front desk and one of my other nurses was there! I asked her, do you remember me? I was here about 7+ months ago after loosing my son to HELLP syndrome.. etc, etc and surprisingly, she did! She came around the desk and gave me a hug and we caught up for a few minutes. And when the conversation subsided, I was like, well I have a note here for "Mary" (my delivery nurse). They were just going to take the note but I for some reason was like, does she happen to be working today? And they replied, Yes! just down the hall at the other nurses station.
I. was. floored! You don't have to tell me twice, see ya!
I turned the corner and saw 5 or 6 nurses sitting at computers - I didn't recognize Mary until she turned around, and boom she looked just the same as when I was her patient.
I said, I'm not sure if you remember me, I was here about 7 months ago. And she said, down in the 9th floor ICU - I remember you.
I couldn't believe it - she came over and gave me a hug and we began catching up.
She told me that she had gotten my letters and that she would bring them home and read them to her mom. She said, I think about you often and wonder how you are and pray for you.
There is something about her - God put her into our lives for a very specific reason - when you meet her, you know she works from her heart - everything she does she does for the lord and as a believer it is just moving.
She is special - she'll always be special to me, to us. She was the first person who held my son. My son, stillborn, I watched her carried him as if he was her own son, as if he was a living child. She took his pictures, she filled out his "birth" certificate, took his measurements and was the one to gave him to me and told me how beautiful and perfect he was when I wasn't sure what to think - a baby developed to 19 weeks gestation.
I'll never truly be able to articulate the way she has made my heart feel.
We spent about 20 minutes talking and then it was time to go. My delivery doctor was also there however she was busy with patients, I assume. My doctor will always remain special to me as well, but it's just different with nurse "Mary."
So I left on cloud 9 - Friday, while still very sick from a cold I picked up, was a very good day.
He didn't really have much to say, but the medication he has prescribed me had seeming been causing me some pain in my left lower rib/lung so I wanted to ask him about it. He was perplexed by my concern but gave my lung a good old listen - and from what I could tell, he couldn't hear anything concerning but then, I think diagnosed me with Lupus but really I can't be certain as the treatment for Lupus is the same treatment for APS. So anyways, he said to schedule another follow-up apt for 2 months from now - and all in the same breath, he said I didn't have to - so I didn't, haha.
Now, the real exciting part of my trip to this doctor, is that it's right down the street from the hospital where I delivered Noah and stayed for 9 days. Whenever I'm in the area, I try to stop in to see if my delivery team is there - so like any other time, I stopped into the hospital.
In preparation of my visit, I wrote another note to our delivery nurse - because odds were that she wasn't working much like every other time I had stopped in (maybe only 2 other times).
So of course you have to get buzzed into the 13th floor - so you like, have to have a reason.. and of course I didn't really have a GOOD reason, like visiting a patient or something but regardless the keeper of the locked door, let me in after saying that I had a letter for a nurse.
I walked over to the front desk and one of my other nurses was there! I asked her, do you remember me? I was here about 7+ months ago after loosing my son to HELLP syndrome.. etc, etc and surprisingly, she did! She came around the desk and gave me a hug and we caught up for a few minutes. And when the conversation subsided, I was like, well I have a note here for "Mary" (my delivery nurse). They were just going to take the note but I for some reason was like, does she happen to be working today? And they replied, Yes! just down the hall at the other nurses station.
I. was. floored! You don't have to tell me twice, see ya!
I turned the corner and saw 5 or 6 nurses sitting at computers - I didn't recognize Mary until she turned around, and boom she looked just the same as when I was her patient.
I said, I'm not sure if you remember me, I was here about 7 months ago. And she said, down in the 9th floor ICU - I remember you.
I couldn't believe it - she came over and gave me a hug and we began catching up.
She told me that she had gotten my letters and that she would bring them home and read them to her mom. She said, I think about you often and wonder how you are and pray for you.
There is something about her - God put her into our lives for a very specific reason - when you meet her, you know she works from her heart - everything she does she does for the lord and as a believer it is just moving.
She is special - she'll always be special to me, to us. She was the first person who held my son. My son, stillborn, I watched her carried him as if he was her own son, as if he was a living child. She took his pictures, she filled out his "birth" certificate, took his measurements and was the one to gave him to me and told me how beautiful and perfect he was when I wasn't sure what to think - a baby developed to 19 weeks gestation.
I'll never truly be able to articulate the way she has made my heart feel.
We spent about 20 minutes talking and then it was time to go. My delivery doctor was also there however she was busy with patients, I assume. My doctor will always remain special to me as well, but it's just different with nurse "Mary."
So I left on cloud 9 - Friday, while still very sick from a cold I picked up, was a very good day.