Long story short: I just finished getting a blood transfusion.
I apparently lost a good deal of blood yesterday, but things seemed to be under control. However, all day today, people kept telling me that I looked pale, especially while sleeping. I felt ok. i thought I was just tired from nursing last night. Around 8:00ish, I started to get a little dizzy, but again, I attributed that to lack of sleep. Finally, my dad came by the hospital and asked the nurse if they’d done a blood count on me. They hadn’t, because apparently that’s not routinely done unless something is suspicious. The nurse called the dr on call who ordered the test. My H&H were 5 and 14 respectively, which are apparently really low levels. The dr on call ordered 3 units of blood for me. Crazy!! Anyway, I have never has to get a blood transfusion before, and really up until my dad’s concerned face all evening, I didn’t really think anything was seriously wrong. I was a little scared, but I just finished my 3rd unit, and although it’s 3 in the morning and I haven’t gotten more than 45 straight minutes of sleep in 2 days, I feel a lot better!
Trying to deal with cluster-feeding while one arm is hooked up to a BP machine and the other to an iv is no fun, but I am thankful that all went well, and I’m certainly thankful to have a Dr for a dad.
Wesley just ate and I am exhausted. Waiting for 3:30 to take meds and hopefully I can pass out and sleep until 6:00. God knows I need it!
I think Wes was pretty shaken up by the whole thing, but he is sleeping peacefully now too just like is son.
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