Unexpectedly tonight, I got a call from United Hospital in the Twin Cities. If you'll remember, that's where I got to end up after my lovely ambulance ride 6 months ago and where Mom and Grandma had to come find me to bring me home. I was sent home after being in preterm labor and told just to "rest more." And that day, I did. We stopped on the way home to eat something and then Mom and Grandma did 4 loads of laundry, made supper and went home that evening. I only had to put the kids to bed. So, I did as I was told. (I know, the ONE TIME it actually happened!) Anyway, that night my water broke. Honestly, seconds before it happened, I could feel it coming. It was really weird. So, I rallied friends and family and back off to the hospital we go. Luckily, everything turned out ok. Yesterday Tucker turned 6 months and I thought I was over the bitterness of the whole event. I really felt like a number, that my health and my baby's health wasn't important enough for the docs in The Cities to keep me there. I had FABULOUS docs here in Menomonie and made sure that they knew I appreciated the care I received.
Back to tonight. The phone call from the hospital was to raise money for more beds in their emergency department. I calmly told the gentleman that I was not impressed with the care I received and proceded to fall apart from there. Poor guy called for money and ends up with an emotional mess on his hands. He was gracious and gave me the number to the patient representative that I should call and voice my concern. HE didn't treat me like a number. Even though it wasn't his job to care, he did....or at least acted like it. Which I feel is more than I got from the docs and nurses there. Anyway, I didn't realize that I still had all these unresolved emotions from Tucker's birth. I really think it's time to sort through it and put it away. We have a healthy happy boy and that's really all that matters in the end.