A Trip to the Hospital

Who knew round ligament pain can become so painful and come in different types of pain? I didn’t and this is my second successful pregnancy.

I went to the hospital yesterday in agonizing pain. It wasn’t a stretching, stabbing pain. It was a throbbing, pain right under my stomach. I thought there was something wrong after finding out doing everything under the sun to relieve the pain was making it worse.

I tried using a warm rag at the pain site. I tried sitting, standing, walking, massaging, drinking cold water so Maya would move -it felt like she was sitting on something. Nothing was working. The pain gradually got worse and worse from yesterday. At one point it was stopping me in my tracks and I couldn’t move.

I didn’t experience such a pain with my son so I was a bit baffled. So I wash myself up and I went to the hospital. First let me just say that I’m GLAD I decided to have my child at Akron City Hospital and not Akron General. Those people behind the desk were nasty to me for no reason. Even the woman who had to roll me up from emergency to the maternity triage had a funky attitude. I did not feel welcome here. The males were worse than the women; don’t met get started on the resident nurse for that evening. I wanted to smack him.

Anyway, one of the only kind nurses came to tell me that after taking my now cold piss the other nurses looked at in the specimen cup like it was the plague and refused to take to go get tested said that I didn’t have any UTI’s and that the baby is fine. It was just a lot of round ligament pain. She told me to come back if the pain worsens and yadda, yadda, yadda, ya.

She gave me a 12oz cup of ice water after finding out that I was walking. I couldn’t afford cab fare, bus fare or gas money to come pick me up. At this time, I’m still in pain so you know that walk home was fun.

Me and the baby are fine and I’m sure the worst is yet to come.

“The reason your son isn’t potty-trained yet is because god is punishing you.”


Yep, someone said that to me one of those infamous mommy facebook group pages; one of those, atheist and christians “co-mingling” together mommy group pages. She even went on to say that his speech-delay is because I’m a heathen.

I would have been insulted if I wasn’t so appalled and disgusted.

Yes, I’ve struggled with my son and his speech-delay since I first recognized it before he turned a year old. At the time, my then husband was telling me to not worry about it and he’d catch on. I wasn’t convinced, but I figured that he could be partly right. He’s now three and he’s still only pointing at objects or making “mm!” sounds when he wants something while pointing. He’ll ask for something and he’ll say it, “bwepthewpbububub sandwich!” or “dbubbububbbub outside!” It’s never a full sentence – until recently – when he yelled at my fianc√© to “come back here!” clear as day and I was shocked!

It’s frustrating having to understand him sometimes. He has this word for pillow and blanket and it’s the same word for both. It’s a cross of pillow and potty – ‘prittow’ or ‘prillet’, but he can’t say blanket or pillow. He’s not making complete sentences. He can say “shut up, Tommy” easy. He can say “no” but it’s no to every thing when often times he means yes.

I had him in a help me grow/special education for children with delay program when I was in Cleveland I was also taking him to The Cleveland¬†Hearing and Speech Center. When I moved to Akron, I was still taking him every Wednesday, 10:30 in the morning by bus, but that was getting too expensive. I’m reading to him, having to try and repeat things back to me, pointing to things and giving them labels, showing him flash cards of objects. Some he recognized, others he blubbers out the word that I say and doesn’t exactly repeat it.

As far as potty-training goes, I was told by the speech specialist that potty-training isn’t going to go too well due to his speech delay. Which makes sense to me because none of my methods for potty-training is working. The only one I haven’t tried is just buying pack of real underwear with extra padding in them and allowing him to feel the wetness; the mushiness of a dirty bottom. When I first introduced potty-training to him, he was excited and getting the gist of it. It wasn’t until my ex-husband came and took him without my permission or with me knowing while I was at work and kept him for 3-4 months. He came back and now he runs and hides and after he defecated, he’ll then reappear, and once in a while he’ll come to me by himself to get his “booty change” or he’ll just say “I peed!” Again, those are rare occasions.

My son is three and he probably won’t go to preschool because by the time I get potty-training through to him, it’ll be time to get him into kindergarten; and hopefully he’ll be ready by then. Just to add, the entire time he was up there with his jobless father, living with his parents, it was clear he wasn’t teaching him how to use the potty. That was more clear when I saw the evidence front and center this recent 4th of July.

I’m so worried about him and it’s getting frustrating. He’s huge for his age; some people think he’s six and he just turned 3 in June.

I’m at wits end here and I may end up having to take him to a behavioral specialist. I have no problem with them telling me he’s special need, I know that already. Once he get over these hurdles – the most important ones – I’ll be fine. It’s just really bad to me because he can’t tell me if someone hurt or hit him. He just comes crying and gets frustrated when I ask him what’s the matter. He doesn’t know the words to tell me what happen.

I feel like a failure as a mother and I feel like I failed my son.

So for someone who had a religious agenda to shoot at me didn’t help me at all. Religion has nothing to do with my son’s speech-delay or late potty skills. Just because that’s their copout for being naughty and disappointed their sky-daddy in the past doesn’t mean it applies to me.

We Have Movement!

I’m only 16 weeks, but I can feel the baby move. Right now he or she is kicking up a storm. I didn’t think I’d feel the baby so soon, but it’s exciting. The only sad part is that only I can feel it, well, for now anyway. It last for at least 10 – 15 minutes and then stopped. I enjoyed it while it lasted. I just wished Tommy could feel it.