A Constant Fog...

that is what I live in. Seriously, this is baby brain gone bad. I cannot remember anything from moment to moment. I have to write EVERYTHING down. I can't make decisions (like truly can't....it is a strange feeling). I am beginning to wonder if I shouldn't start taking my iron supplements again. The doctor mentioned at my last appointment that my hemoglobin was low, but not low enough to be concerned about or warrant the side effects of iron pills. However, the foggy brain and exhaustion have definitely increased over the last couple of weeks, so I wonder if it isn't getting worse. The memory loss and indecision and the feeling of thinking through molasses was never this bad with Isabel.

On the same day as my last appointment with Dr. Adam, I had an appointment with the paediatric nephrologist from the IWK. He seems very knowledgeable and it was really neat to speak with someone who actually knows more about NDI than I do (which doesn't really happen that often ;) ). He threw me a few curve balls with regard to what he foresees for my birth plan, which had me quite upset initially. I have since come to terms with the fact that he is a nephrologist and has the baby's kidneys as his first priority. I, on the other hand, am looking at it from a holistic view - weighing the pros of having knowledge sooner against the cons of unnecessary interventions during birth. It is my decision ultimately, which is nice. I will be discussing the suggestions at length at my next appointment with Dr. Adam. I have the opinion of a specialist who will care for my baby's kidneys, now I would like the opinion of the doctor who has been and will be caring for me and the baby throughout pregnancy and birth. This will help me make an informed decision.

In non-medical news, we have decorated for Christmas and Isabel is bemused and enthralled by the whole process. She went to bed one night and the next morning, when she awoke, there were various Christmas themed ornaments all over the house, including a couple at her level for her enjoyment. This evening, we drug a tree into the livingroom and proceeded to stand it in the window...this befuddled her to no end, but also amused her - she poked the tree and harassed her father while he lay under the tree, adjusting it in the stand. I can't wait to decorate it tomorrow evening...she will have an absolute ball. Then come the presents - I have yet to figure out how we are going to keep her out of them. As cheesy and overdone as this revelation is, it is quite remarkable to re-experience things for the first time through your child.