Countdown to Stardust = Countdown to Sunday

So this post may start off a bit sad, but I promise the end results are going to be happy. My dad has gone back to Detroit, and I have lost the PPO case against Tony. Things have been pretty stressful still trying to figure everything out. Mom and I sat down and counted the other night and we discovered that since July 19 I have been in the hospital 7 times. The last two where the worst. One of those visits I was out of Darvaset and told that Dr. Kindred said I could not have anymore until my office visit with him on Thursday which was 2 days away. I was also sent home having contractions every 8-10 minutes yet told that if I have 5 or more contractions in one hour to come back. You do the math. I held out until Wednesday night with no pain medicine. I just couldnt take anymore. Jaydin and really dropped low, I was having pelvic pressure, leaking of fluids, contractions, and of course my wonderful gallbladder. So this time I was escourted to the hospital by not only my mom, but this time my step-dad Tom as well. They where both fed up. I believe the best phrase I heard from mom that night was "I'm making a goal line stand tonight and she is NOT leaving this hospital until you do something for her!" Yes, my wonderful, loving, Christian mother became a Triffilin Detroiter. Just like me. :) I went home that night with Vicodin (yes it was approved while I'm prego) dilated to a 1.5, and put on STRICT bedrest. The next day I went to see Dr. Kindred ready to attack. I was MAD!!! How was it right that I was being told that I was not in a medical emergency (I was in a TON of pain almost ALL the time) even though my head let alone my body couldnt take the pain anymore?? Mom and Tom kept me very calm. Mom explained how her, Dad, and my "hired help" have completly exhausted themselves. Nobody getting hardly any sleep, and if that was the case for them just imagine the amount of sleep I was getting being in all the pain I was in. Mom explained that I had been sent home 2 days before with NO pain management and contractions. She told him how I had been told by residents that Dr. Kindred said I was addicted to medicine, and well to make a long story short she layed everything out on the table for him and in a very straight, calm, get to the point way told Dr. Kindred he was GOING to do something (it did sound to me that she really wasnt giving him much of a choice so for that: THANK YOU MOM!!!). Dr. Kindred said he had no idea that I was in that much pain, if he would have been told by the residents he would have given me something for the pain. He couldnt figure out why when I told the hospital that I had been leaking fluid that they never did a sonogram. So, Dr. Kindred have them do one on me right then and there. Praise God that he did. It turns out that my fluid has been disipating and leaking and that there's hardly any left. So now instead of having to wait until the scheduled date of September 20th for my c-section, but I get the c-section on Sunday September 5th. God is good!!! I am asking for prayer for Jaydin that all will be well with her health. I am asking for prayer that everyone is able to stay strong. And I want to thank all of the people in my life that have been a HUGE support staff for me. The mother I thought I would never have Becky. God truely blessed me when he put you in my life. The step-dad I never thought could be a dad Tom. Thank you for being grumpy and making me laugh, and for telling me the truth even when I didnt want to hear it. And the new found friend that REFUSES to leave Jim. In the middle of the night when I never could have made it through on my own, you got me through... even when I was crazy. I love you all VERY MUCH!!! To my Tristin thank you for asking me if I was okay and kissing my cheek at just the right moment. To my Chris thank you for being the sweet little boy you have always been since the day you where born. To my loving daughter Jordin thank you for letting me be one of the first people to get your kisses at just the right moment too, and for not eating my nose. To my Jaydin, you have been through hell and back it seems to me from the scare in the begining to the pains now. I look so forward to meeting you, and the same advice I have for you. Be like Grandma Cottingham. She will never steer you wrong. I love you guys too!!! So everyone else thank you for keeping updated on my blog. Hopefully the next post I make here will be a nice pic of Jaydin Ethel-Delores Cottingham. God Bless!!!