I mentioned my needing to get two shots twice weekly (one in the arm and one in the extra fleshy you-know-where).
Well, to spare the kids & me the 40-minute drive (one way) to the clinic on Mondays and Thursdays, my beloved has agreed to administer the needed hormones.
Do you hear that, Honey? I called you “My Beloved!”
And “Honey”, too. I called you “Honey!”
You’re not still mad about that speeding ticket, are you?
Seriously, I feel like a total guinea pig. My husband is not exactly well versed in all things hypodermic. I mean, the man’s a lawyer, for heaven’s sake!
I’m going to go write my last will and testament now. That much he can help me with, at least. The nurse stuff he’s going to have to fake.
So help me Advil.
*Updated the following morning to say: I hate to admit this, (Advent being a penitential season and all), but it wasn’t so bad. In fact, I hardly felt it!
Note that I said “hardly.”
My husband, being an attorney and therefore, thorough, spent a half an hour reading all the hand-outs and drawing imaginary targets on my backside before he even came at me with the needle.
He also practiced on an orange and had me do the same, which was weird at the same time it was…intriguing. Those 2-inch needles are sharp! To see them pop in up to the hilt like that is at best amazing and at worst, don’t-even-touch-me-I-mean-it-now quite unnerving.
Anyway, you would have thought he’d handled needles all his life he was so savvy.
Which leaves me wondering: Is there a side to my straight-laced husband that he hasn’t yet revealed to me? A past life he’s kept hidden?
That is wonderful (that your husband can do this for you) … hopefully he gets a little better administering the shots.
Hey, I was a nurse once upon a long time ago …
You’ve been on my mind and in my prayers a lot.
Ouch! At least your sufferings don’t have to be in vain. You are in my prayers. I knew a woman who had to have daily shots you-know-where every single day for all nine months. Her husband became pretty proficient at being a pain in the rear.
You are not alone. I have a friend who has a blood clotting disorder, and when she is pregnant she has to administer shots as well. She’s an RN. I think that helps a bit. And, all that pain is for the wee one, as you already know. 🙂 I’m sure he/she is saying, “Hey! Thanks Mom! You rock!”.
Youch!
What trust! Nonetheless, I envy you! I would love just one more…
You remain in my prayers for the protection of this sweet little life, and your own good health. God bless your “beloved” for doing what he can to make this a little less inconvenient.
You crack me up! Did I tell you lately that I love your writing style? I was once an English major… Anyhoo, I will pray that each prick will be a powerful prayer (Great quote from Helene about that husband as pain in the rear!). Bless you, dear one.
Prayers for you Margaret!
I’ve had more progesterone shots in the fleshyyouknowwhere than I’d like to remember, LOL. My doctor had an awesome technique to relieve at least a bit of the “stick” pain. He would tap (pretty hard) the site, then pinch a bit, tap, pinch, tap, pinch, tap, pinch -JAB. It really helped. 🙂
Have you read Kimberly Hahn’s beautiful book, “Life Giving Love”? In it, she talks about some of the sacrifices women make for their unborn babies. As others here have already commented, this is something you can offer up for the good of your little one.
All that is not to say that I envy you, though! To me, you seem very brave—though it is a forced bravery, to be sure!
The thing is, you’ll get so used to it, after a while it’ll seem like no big deal at all.
Blessings!
I love your new banner! I love the bright red!
I have been diabetic since I was 10 and take 4 shots a day and am married to a 6 foot 6 man who was terrified of needles!!! (In 11 years he has become ok around them now)
I hope you will not have to take those shots all throughout the next 8 mos!!
I learned how to give shots in nursing school on oranges. That’s all the experience we got before they turned us loose on poor, unsuspecting patients. 🙂
I did the shots things, too. The first time, sans a brave husband, I “iced” the area for nearly an hour and then finally did the deed. The doctor wanted to know, upon inspection of the site, how on earth I had given myself frostbite.
Much Love! Happy Feast of O.L. of Guadaloupe, truest of mothers.
Are you sure my husband and your aren’t the same man? Of course, mine is a math professor, but the reading of the pamphlets and practice shots sound just like something he would do … if he had to. Thank God we don’t have to do that, because I momentarily forgot that he doesn’t have a great affinity for anyhthing that has to be stuck in you. Prayers for you and your little one are lifted up daily.
In His Love,
Heather
I don’t think my dh could ever give me injections. He is so severely needle phobic he can’t even look at an IV catheter in my arm.
I currently have a sub q Zofran pump and he can’t watch me stick myself when I change sites.
To give the good man credit, when my PICC (central line) started pulling out one crazy morning he scrubbed up and helped hold it in place while I tried to re-dress it before heading to the hospital. It was HARD for him, but he did it! Bless his heart. Amazing what the boys can do when they love us so much.