Merry Christmas!!!!

I have been running around and wrapping and fetching and working for the last three or four days, so I've been a little incommunicado sweeties.

Monday morning I met with my OB and we had a talk, and I managed to choke out an explanation of just why I needed him to listen to me when I try to tell him exactly what I need to cope like during my amnio, when I asked for painkiller. And do you know what?

He understood...completely, absolutely, totally. We agreed that I would try and write out some ideas for him so that he can meet my needs, and after that---he apologized for not listening to me, and asked for my forgiveness. And then he hugged me. He really really meant it.

In all the years that I have been seeing doctors, the only one who has ever ever apologized like this was my GP, Dr. J, and she has only ever misplaced paperwork or something minor like that. Not one other Doc has been humble like this, not the ones who let me down when my children died, not even the SOBs who almost killed me with too much fentanyl in recovery after my lap, have ever ever ever actually admitted to anything wrong, apologized, and asked for my forgiveness. I was so floored I almost cried right there in his office.

I think I'm in love!

So on that happy note, my lovely wonderful friends, I have to go and tidy some stuff up so that Christmas can arrive.

I know this is a hard season for some of you, and normally it would be for me, but after my Christmas Eve present from my OB, I'm feeling pretty darn happy. Maybe my life is going better, or maybe I'm just viewing it that way? I don't know, but I'm feeling pretty positive. Maybe hopeful?

What a strange sensation....