Emergency Room Visits.
On Saturday night, I was stuck. Completely stuck at 260 mg/dl and not budging, despite stacking boluses and not even thinking about carbs. (Because if I even thought about carbs, my blood sugar would magically rise. It's an unproven fact.) And I was very, very frustrated. From about 9 pm - 1 am, I battled with boluses, wondering why they weren't working. Like a moron (Morrone?), I didn't just pull out the infusion set, but instead tried every other trick in the book.
Until I realized it just wasn't working.
So I pulled the set at about 2 in the morning, restarted a new site, and tried to get some sleep. But by this time, a roaring headache had set in. I'm not sure if it was caused by the high, the frustration, or dumb luck, but my dome was throbbing all night long.
I woke up with the headache. I don't get headaches often at all, so having one was a big deal. And "headache" was one of the main symptoms my doctors at Joslin told me to keep an eye out for, as far as signs of preeclampsia go. Fantastic.
So, being the genius that I am, I decided to sleep in on Sunday, stay very hydrated, and then go to a hockey game in Providence with my sister-in-law and her husband STEVE. (Hocky game when trying to ward off a headache? WTF was I thinking?) The game was great, I had a chance to hang out with my always-entertaining and adorable niece M, but being surrounded by a bunch of happy, screaming kids and adults cheering on the P-Bruins made for an epic crescendo of said headache.
Chris and I ducked out a little bit early, and on the way back to our place, I called the doctor on-call at Joslin to give them the run-down.
"I have had this headache for about 12 hours. But it came on after a bad night with a stubborn high blood sugar, so it's hard for me to say what's caused what."
The medical team recommended that I go home, take my blood pressure, drink water, take Tylenol, and have a cup of coffee to help make a dent in this headache. They said they would call me back in an hour and a half to check on my progress.
"Seriously, I'm not concerned. Dude, go to the movies with your friends. I'll call you if, for some reason, they decide they want me to go to the emergency room or something. But I seriously doubt they'll want me to," I said to Chris. He took some convincing, but I felt okay - just a headache. I had the very same discussion with NBF over the phone as I waited for Joslin to call back. "No, they are just going to tell me to go to bed or something. No worries, my friend."
Ha, ha. And ha. Joslin called back, I confirmed that the headache wasn't gone yet, and the doctor recommended that I head to the emergency room so that the baby could be monitored and I could have labwork run. "Preeclampsia can come on quickly, and we aren't taking any chances," they said.
"Chris - just kidding. Joslin wants me to to go to the ER." I texted him.
"I'm leaving right now." He responded.
So we spent four hours in the emergency room on Sunday night, checking on our little biscuit of a BSparl. They drew labwork on me to screen for preeclampsia (no indicators, thankfully), checked my urine (no protein, - also a good sign), monitored my blood pressure (which was fine), and hooked my abdomen up to a few sensors to keep track of baby girl.
"Every time she moves, press this button so we can track how active she is in there. When you press the button, a green line will show up on the graph up there, see?" The nurse pointed at the computer screen, where the baby's heartbeat was being graphed.
"No problem." (BSparl must have loved all the attention, and maybe she liked listening to the episode of House that was on in the hospital room, because she filled that graph with green lines for 45 minutes as a result of her dancing. Busy little baby bee.)
After a few hours, the ER doctors talked with my team at Joslin and everyone determined that I was okay to go home. The baby wasn't at risk, I seemed to be okay, and the only issue was this lingering, nagging headache. They prescribed extra strength Tylenol (bye bye, Dexcom for a few days) and this other medication that is intended to treat nausea in pregnancy but has been used to manage headaches, as well. Hydration, sleep, relaxing, and medication were my recommended course of treatment.
What's the point of this post? I have no idea. I'm just rambling these days. :) It seems like everything is a pushed panic button when it comes to high-risk pregnancies (any pregnancy, I'd guess, but I only know my own so intimately), but I do have a kick-ass team when it comes to managing potential emergencies on a Sunday evening. The headache still hangs on, but the medication is making it manageable, and I'm hoping it's totally gone by the time I head to Rhode Island for my baby shower on Sunday.
Counting down the weeks until BSparl arrives and makes her little mark in this world. She comes with a how-to manual, right? ... Where's that headache medication ... ?