33 weeks 3 days and the rest of my life...

Little one wanted to come early and I made a trip to Labor and Delivery last Wednesday. I think they thought I was crazy when I went in and told them that I was contracting and positive that I was starting dilate. "How do you know your dilating?" "Umm..I can feel it!" Anyways, sure enough I was. I was given Turbetaline which is a nasty drug that makes you shake uncontrollably. I hated it but, it did stop my labor.
Since then I have taken both doses of Betamethasone to help little one's lungs and brain. I feel relieved that has been done. I know it benefited my last child.
I know that I am huge. The biggest I have ever been. This baby is nearing 5lbs and I am only 33 weeks. My biggest was 6lbs. Last night I was walking out of the hospital after receiving my last steroid shot. It was dark out and the windows were more like mirrors. I looked over to see my protruding belly far ahead of me. Holy Cow! I look really pregnant.

On to other things. Youngest daughter has a STI from a 20 year old guy. The day she was suppose to start her BC we got the call. So, I delayed that. That night she woke in horrible pain and I rushed her into the ER thinking she had an appendicitis. Turned out the poor girl had a ruptured ovarian cyst. I took her home and got her onto the couch then I ran off to get her meds. She was given Morphine at he hospital and was pretty out of it.
I fed her the antibiotics for the STI (one time dose) and then a Darvocet. She didn't remember taking the meds. I guess over the past two weeks she started texting her Uncle telling him that I wouldn't get her meds. Not once did she mention to me that she didn't remember taking them. So, I get a call from her father about the situation. He was actually very polite and understanding about the matter. I'm not really pissed off at him. I explained to him she did receive her meds.
What pisses me off is that she didn't simply come to me. Thinking she needed to have an advocate when dealing with her mother pissed me off. The second thing that pissed me off is that she went to her Uncle and not her father! The only thing that really irritated me with her father is that: Yes, he has the right to be concerned about his daughter but, he should trust that I will take care of them. I have been doing it for all these years with no help from him. Why would I take her to the ER, do a CT scan, an Ultrasound, have Morphine pumped into her, get prescriptions and then fail to treat her for something that could impact her life forever? Seriously? I mean if there was some contribution to there well-being I might feel better about him questioning me. Well, I guess he did piss me off more I thought.
She goes for her rescreening today. I am hoping that the infection has cleared.

He asked if I beat the shit of the 20 year old. God, I would love to. But, the truth is my daughter isn't innocent in this. She made a decision to have unprotected sex with this guy. Yes, he's 20 and legally an adult. He could be held accountable for his actions under the law but, then that teaches my daughter that to protect this guy (whom she has strong feelings for) she needs to be silent. This infection could have caused her to be infertile later in life...when this guy no longer matters. He doesn't matter now because she ended it after she found out he knew he had the infection and put her at risk.
I just hope that she has learned from this experience. Her infection can be treated and won't recur unless she has unprotected sex with someone else who has it. Maybe she will learn to protect herself and not trust these young guys to care so much that they will do that for her. Maybe she will learn to wait a bit longer and get to know them. I can only hope that a few of these things will stick with her.
And that she will realize I will always be here for her. I will drop everything to care for her. Yes, I will be angry. I will lecture. But, I know that at 16 she will make mistakes...big ones. I just hope she gets lucky and escapes long term consequences. I hope that she gives me the opportunity to help her think things thru before she acts on them. I hope that I have taught her well.
She will still make mistakes though. Damn...that's hard to deal with.