Alright- so I left things off with me telling James it was "shot night". Here's how the eventful evening went...
Once again I got the shot of progesterone ready for James to give me. We got into position and figured out where he needed to inject the needle and he stuck it in. This particular time wasn't like any of the other times I've had a shot. They don't bother me. They don't hurt me. I just usually don't care (unless they are talking about them going into my back...) with the exception of having my loving husband be my "caregiver". I just have some nervousness with it. Well, this time it hurt or surprised me or something. I don't know but I might have made a small yelping noise, similar to someone freaking out a bit... Which in turn made James pull the needle out and yell too. So there we are in the bathroom, yelling at each other in this panicked and chaotic mess. It was ridiculous. Anyway, so we go forward with trying again. I've got my knee up on our bathroom stool, back to James and it's go time... James sticks in the needle and it didn't hurt this time but I felt my body temperature go up and my face go pale. Thankfully James couldn't see me and I didn't make any sounds because I knew this was me beginning to pass out. I brace myself with my hand on the counter and am preparing to fall but hoping I can make it through James finishing injecting the progesterone. (It's a thick gel that can't come out quickly.) He finished and I collapse to the stool. He panics again because he's worried about me. After some water and a couple of minutes I am back to being okay but I'm still not so sure about my husband. He was showering and half joked about needing me to hold him up. He informed me that he doesn't think he can do anymore shot giving. :-) I agreed. Thankfully, I see Dr. Hickman on Tuesday and one of her nurses can give me the progesterone.
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Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Keepin it Real
A while back The Village held a Biblical Parenting class. James and I were unable to attend but thankfully the church posted each session online. I highly recommend listening to it!! Jeff and Jen Wilkin alongside Carl Brower taught and fielded questions. Jen, the wife, would share these "keepin it real" moments to just show transparency and they were usually pretty dang funny. So, here is my attempt at a funny keepin it real moment at the house of Davis:
As I have mentioned in the past, I have to take a progesterone shot in my tail end each week. It's a prescription and not something the docs keep in their offices. We/I got lucky the first few weeks because it just so happened I had appointments weekly and I'd just bring in my handy dandy needles and juice and let them shoot me up. Easy as pie... Well, last week I forgot my shot- I blame prego brain and we were left on our own to take care of business. I don't know how many of you actually know this but my strong, loving, and manly husband absolutley cringes at shots and needles. It's all I can do to get him to get a flu shot. In fact, he doesn't get one every year. I think I've only gotten him to take one and the only reason was because I got him into the doctors office for a physical and the doctors didn't give him much of a choice. HAHA. (James' input here: "And then I got sick after it!) Anyway, back to last week... I was really tired and wanted to shower and get into bed extra early and James was going to go ahead and stay up some more. I informed him that he had to give me my shot before bed and he doubled over some in the back of the closet at the words. I started getting the shot ready and talking about it while he slowly walks towards me. He's asking me things like "Are you sure?" "How do you know?" "Are you sure there are no air bubbles?" "That doesn't look like it's on tight" and more. About this time I'm starting to get nervous and second guess myself as well. I'm thinking "Oh man, my husband who is super nervous is about to stick this needle in my butt...what if...." So, he gets it in his hand and I'm showing him how to put his hand to measure where it needs to go and again he's asking me those same "are you sure" questions. And again, I am getting more nervous. He's also asking if I'm going to watch or not... I'm not sure what to do at this point. I usually watch nurses give me all my shots but watching James do this is a different story. I just didn't know what to do. I don't think he did either. We get into position and he asks me if I am ready... Oh no! I'm not ready... so we pause and get ready again. We go through this like 3 or 4 times. Finally, we get'r done! I've taken my shot and James is on the floor almost passed out. lol. I think his exact words went something along the lines of, "I don't know if I can do anything for the rest of tonight." HAHA.
This was all probably funnier to us as we were going through it than reading it on your compuer or phone screen but again- this is just my atempt at keepin' it real. By the way- tonight is shot night again and as I mentioned it to James his response was, "I got this." It seemed like his mini peptalk.
On another note, Thursday is our Echo for baby Wyatt. Please continue to join us in praying for him, the test, the doctor and our results. :-) I don't know if I have the words to express my thanks and gratitude for all your encouraging words and prayers. The body really is family to us!
As I have mentioned in the past, I have to take a progesterone shot in my tail end each week. It's a prescription and not something the docs keep in their offices. We/I got lucky the first few weeks because it just so happened I had appointments weekly and I'd just bring in my handy dandy needles and juice and let them shoot me up. Easy as pie... Well, last week I forgot my shot- I blame prego brain and we were left on our own to take care of business. I don't know how many of you actually know this but my strong, loving, and manly husband absolutley cringes at shots and needles. It's all I can do to get him to get a flu shot. In fact, he doesn't get one every year. I think I've only gotten him to take one and the only reason was because I got him into the doctors office for a physical and the doctors didn't give him much of a choice. HAHA. (James' input here: "And then I got sick after it!) Anyway, back to last week... I was really tired and wanted to shower and get into bed extra early and James was going to go ahead and stay up some more. I informed him that he had to give me my shot before bed and he doubled over some in the back of the closet at the words. I started getting the shot ready and talking about it while he slowly walks towards me. He's asking me things like "Are you sure?" "How do you know?" "Are you sure there are no air bubbles?" "That doesn't look like it's on tight" and more. About this time I'm starting to get nervous and second guess myself as well. I'm thinking "Oh man, my husband who is super nervous is about to stick this needle in my butt...what if...." So, he gets it in his hand and I'm showing him how to put his hand to measure where it needs to go and again he's asking me those same "are you sure" questions. And again, I am getting more nervous. He's also asking if I'm going to watch or not... I'm not sure what to do at this point. I usually watch nurses give me all my shots but watching James do this is a different story. I just didn't know what to do. I don't think he did either. We get into position and he asks me if I am ready... Oh no! I'm not ready... so we pause and get ready again. We go through this like 3 or 4 times. Finally, we get'r done! I've taken my shot and James is on the floor almost passed out. lol. I think his exact words went something along the lines of, "I don't know if I can do anything for the rest of tonight." HAHA.
This was all probably funnier to us as we were going through it than reading it on your compuer or phone screen but again- this is just my atempt at keepin' it real. By the way- tonight is shot night again and as I mentioned it to James his response was, "I got this." It seemed like his mini peptalk.
On another note, Thursday is our Echo for baby Wyatt. Please continue to join us in praying for him, the test, the doctor and our results. :-) I don't know if I have the words to express my thanks and gratitude for all your encouraging words and prayers. The body really is family to us!
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