mrsboogie Lucky you
Anyway, vent time
Doc had a word with me while I was at the hospital today to let me know that Katherine's weight gain isn't up to scratch (10grams in 2 days) so they want to top her up with formula. Not happy to say the least. DH doesn't get it, thinks doctors are god and bows to every word they tell him so he's in the dog house as well.
Long and short of it all is I didn't feel like I was making a decision as there wasn't really any to make. They've used my guilt as leverage (quicker she gains weight, faster she'll get off the ventilator) so I've had to relent. Now I'm pissed off with myself.
Whilst I was on the war path today I've had a go at anyone who would listen that the guard which holds her ventilator tube in place has taken half of her septum out and I'm livid after persistently telling them every day. Now they're taking action (hopping mad mother doesn't do to argue with). If it doesn't grow back as normal - and they said it would - I'm going to sue them!
Secondly, they failed to tell me about the cardiogram she's having done tomorrow. I only know cos I read her notes last week. I gave them a chance to tell me ('anything to report to me on the ward round?') and it was a nada...so today I told them I knew about it and wanted to be present. In their most patronising tone I was told that 'ah well, we'll just let you know the results'...I DO NOT THINK SO. I will be there tomorrow when they do it whether they like it or not and if I miss it there will be hell to pay. I'm getting sick of being treated like some numpty with half a brain.
Ok, you can all come out from behind the sofa now...I've finished
On a lighter note, these fenugreek capsules really do work - if you can bear the smell of yourself. I'm getting lots more breast milk now (Holland & Barratt - about £7.50 for 100)
Ah poo, this mothering malarky isn't as easy as I remember it to be.