Off to Aultman Again

We had another fine visit to Aultman tonight. We really should move closer to that place. Carleigh was on a chair getting some M&M’s and fell off and hit the back of her head on a window sill. She had a nice 1.5″ gash on the back of here head. Keith called me at work and wanted me to come look at it. I’m usually pretty doubtful when it comes to needing stitches, but once I looked at it, I was pretty sure she would need them. We called April at work and we both took her up to the ER. The beginning of the 7″ of snow we are supposed to get tonight and tomorrow had already hit so driving up there was interesting.

We got right in and they put some numbing medicine on the wound so they could put staples in. We had to wait 1/2 an hour for it to work, then she got 5 staples. Luckily they didn’t have to shave her head or anything like that. When we left the roads were way worse. We did 35 on route 30 all the way home. On 93, coming up over popcorn hill, I down shifted so I would have to use my breaks, and it ended up making me slide. We thought for sure we were going in the ditch, because that’s certainly where the van was headed. At about the last minute, I turned the wheel to the left and tapped the gas to pull the nose of the van back on the road and fortunately it worked.

When we got to the bottom of the hill my head was pounding and my neck was all tense and closed up from the adrenaline.

Definitely an interesting night.

The Monkey

A police officer came upon a terrible wreck where the driver and passenger had been killed. As he looked upon the wreckage a little monkey came out of the brush and hopped around the crashed car.
The officer looked down at the monkey and said “I wish you could talk.” The monkey looked up at the officer and shook his head up and down.
“You can understand what I’m saying?” asked the officer. Again, the monkey shook his head up and down.
“Well, did you see this?”
“Yes,” motioned the monkey.
“What happened?”
The monkey pretended to have a can in his hand and turned it up by his mouth.
“They were drinking?” asked the officer.
“Yes,” nodded the Monkey.
“What else?” asked the officer.
The monkey pinched his fingers together and held them to his mouth, sucking inward quickly.
“They were smoking marijuana too?” said the officer.
“Yes,” nodded the Monkey.
“What else?” queried the officer.
The monkey motioned with his fingers…
“Having sex!. They were having sex, too!?” asked the astounded officer.
“Yes,” nodded the monkey.
“Now wait, you’re saying your owners were drinking, smoking and having sex before they wrecked?”
“Yes,” the Monkey nodded.
“What were you doing during all this?” asked the Officer.
“Driving,” motioned the monkey.

Christmas was here, and is gone for yet another year.

Well, every year it seems like Christmas comes and goes faster and faster. As a kid, Christmas was my absolute favorite time of the year. The lights, the smells, the sounds, everything. All that still happens, and I still get very excited before Christmas, but then it is here, and just as quick it is over. Just over. As a kid, I remember Christmas lasting for at least through New Year’s. Probably because we were off school and had all kinds of new stuff to play with and do. Now I just go back to work and have my sweaters and gift cards. Nothing against those things, just nothing cool to play with. I had hoped that I could relive that time through my Children, but it just doesn’t seem to be the same. They just don’t get into it like I used to. I try to pass along all of my Christmas traditions, like doing things for Santa, and getting up early, etc, etc, but they just don’t seem to stick.

Oh well, the point of Christmas is to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, so I suppose I would be selfish to turn it into anything but.

Now that I am off my soap box, over all it was a very nice Christmas. We had snow come Christmas morning, but it rained all day, and by night fall, the snow was gone. We had Christmas here at our house for April’s family on Christmas Eve. We were tired of turkey and ham, and didn’t want to cook, so we got take out from El Campesinos. Probably one of the best ideas we had this Christmas. Later that night we went to church and then to my Dad’s for Part 1 of the Belloni Christmas.

Christmas day, we woke up (before the kids, we had to wake them up, gee they were real excited), and had our Christmas here. Then we headed over to the Studer Christmas. Afterwords we went to Joyce and Keith’s and back to my Dad’s for part 2 of the Belloni Christmas. It was a lot of running around, as usual, but didn’t seem as bad as it had been in previous years. Overall the kids were pretty good, but they’re making up for it today.

So, another Christmas is in the bag, off to planning next years.

Adventures with Santa Clause

Joyce and Keith took the girls to the Nickles Christmas Party on Saturday, and they had Santa there. They wanted the girls to sit on Santa’s lap, but Carleigh wouldn’t do it. When Carissa went over to sit on his lap Carleigh said, while waving at her to get away, “No Sissy, No, Run! Run!”. Apparently she doesn’t yet realize that Santa is the one who brings her the presents. She’ll get it soon enough!

1 Year Anniversary… 2 months late

Well we finally got to celebrate our 1 year anniversary on November 7th. You may recall that I was admitted to the Cleveland Clinic right before our actual anniversary. We had reservations to stay at Landoll’s Mohican Castle that I had made last October. Luckily they allowed us to change the reservation to this past weekend even though we didn’t cancel until like the day before. Overall it was very nice, especially to get away from the kids and have time to ourselves. There were a few complaints however.

We stayed in the Landoll Suite. Upon arrival the place made quite an impression. It is a very nice building both on the outside and the inside. Our room was nicely appointed and was pretty much as it was described on the web site. It was well appointed with nice furnishing and a lot of custom wood work. It even had it’s own private turret that we could climb up in to look around, whereas everyone else had to share a common turret. The only issue was that while it was cool having our own turret, there really wasn’t anything to look at. The leaves were off the trees so you could see a few things, nothing of real interest though. If the leaves were there, I’m not quite sure what you would look at. The room featured its own sink, microwave, and mini-fridge, which was nice because we stopped at Heini’s Cheese House and Troyer’s Cheese on our way, so that we would have some snacks for evening time.

The bathroom was very nice with marble tile, a nice shower and a jacuzzi tub. The tile floor was heated. I initially thought this was pretty gimmicky. Who cares if the tile is heated, but it was actually very nice. It made the bathroom that much more comfortable. My only real complaint with the bathroom was that it wasn’t lit all that great. There were a few light bulbs that were burnt out, which turned out to be an ongoing problem throughout the room, as well as the complex. It seems that they just don’t pay that much attention to details such as changing light bulbs.

Overall we were very pleased with the room. The rest of the place had something to be desired, however. We went to the pool, and while it was a decent pool, it wasn’t maintained very well. It had a cool “grotto” cave like thing that had a water fall built in, but the water fall wasn’t running, and the pipes for it were all corroded. The inside of the grotto was dirty and there were cigarette butts within the rocks. The hot tub was very nice. It was stainless steel, but it had a layer of film on the bottom like it hadn’t been cleaned recently. There was another water feature by the hot tub that would have been cool if it was actually running, but it wasn’t. Again, there were more cigarette butts in that water feature as well. The entire pool building seemed like it was built to be fancy, but the money wasn’t spent on it to keep up the illusion. The lights were all rusty from the humidity and there were a lot of materials used in the building that were not supposed to be used in a high humidity area, that were and weren’t holding up very well.

We ate at their restaurant. The old one burned down, and this one was built in it’s place. Apparently the old one was very fancy, as in you had to dress up for dinner. The new one tries to be fancy, but again, it seems to have been done very cheaply. You aren’t required to dress up for dinner any more, but the lights are kept dim and the tables all have candles on them (one would think that would be a bad idea after the first restaurant burnt down). The food and service were excellent. I had crab cakes and April had chicken Alfredo, and both were very good. Dessert was good as well, but it was hard getting over the fact that they wanted you to feel fancy (to justify the costs I suppose), but it just wasn’t that fancy.

Overall the stay was fairly enjoyable. The staff was nice, and we did enjoy our room. It seems like it could easily go from a good concept to a great one if some attention to detail, like the weathering finish on the exterior wood, and the water stains inside the tower on the way to our room, were given. The castle is nice and its secluded location is just that, secluded. There isn’t much to do there other than hike the trails, but the whole reason we went there was just to relax, and that is exactly what we did.

I would probably stay there again, but I definitely wouldn’t pay full price again. It seems that they are always running deals, especially now, and if the right deal came along, I would probably go back.

What a day.

Well, today started out fairly normal. I got to work early and enjoyed my coffee as I checked my email and such. It was brought to my attention that the server wasn’t being very responsive and I remembered that the cash on hand worksheet hadn’t been emptied out since I was in the hospital (turns out since Aug 10th) so it was getting quite large. It was like 8:00 so I had about half an hour to get everything running again so I figured I would clean out the worksheet and reboot the server and all would be well. Boy was I wrong.

I waited for the scanning coordinator to finish activating the sale items for this week and then I set to work emptying out the worksheet. Because it was so large it was taking a long time to save. Eventually it seemed to freeze altogether so I decided in the essence of time to just do a hard reboot on the server and worry about the worksheet later. The reboot took for ever and then I started getting error messages and I knew it was going to be a long day. Turns out the drivers for the TCP stack somehow got corrupted and when I rebooted the corrupted versions replaced the good ones and now the network interface wouldn’t load. A server doesn’t do much good if it can’t get on the network.

By this time it was about 8:30, time to open so we did and I frantically tried to get the network interface to come back up. The registers are designed to run when the server is down, but two things happen when they are offline

1) Credit cards, debit cards, and food stamps do not work, because the processing software runs on the server therefore the server must be accessible.

2) Any changes made to the item file since the last end of day (which was last night) are not downloaded to the registers so although the AD was activated this morning the registers knew nothing about it since they were now offline running on last night’s item file.

So immediately we had two issues. We couldn’t take any cards that needed PIN numbers (food stamps and debit) because we can run credits in the office after we are back up and running, but we can’t do anything with pin numbers, and we needed to be aware of what was supposed to be on sale and manually enter the sale price since the item wouldn’t ring up properly.

In the mean time I had called Dave to get him in to the store early. While I waited for him, I started poking around and found some references to some files that made me believe that we had a virus on the system. Nod32 had cleaned the files but I was starting to think they had corrupted the TCPIP stack. Dave got there around 9:30 and we started pursuing our options. We were quickly realizing we didn’t have many. Without the TCPIP stack, nothing having to do with the network would work. We thought about doing a repair install of server 2003, but were fearful that it would hose our ScanMaster install. Not something I particularly wanted to do. By 11:00 I had realized that we were not going to get this thing fixed and called our credit card providers to see what our options were. I was hoping to get a stand alone terminal so we could at least process debit and food stamp cards in some form or another. My contact there started working on that and I called the register people to see what our options were for the server. By 1:30 the guy with the credit cards got back to me with a work around that would allow me to put the processing software on another computer and tell the registers to go there to do their credit/debit/food stamp transactions. I set to work getting it installed and reconfiguring the registers and by 2:00 we were processing credit cards again. Yea!

In the mean time ScanMaster had called back and we were about ready to do an install when we realized that I was never given a copy of the pervasive server install :(. The only way it was getting fixed was to get it to Pittsburgh. Dad and I discussed it and he decided he would just drive it there since he could be there in 2.5 hours and UPS wouldn’t get it there until tomorrow. About 4:30 they called me and said that they had my server and that he was going to get the item file off of it so that I could grab it and put it on the registers. By 5:30 I had the item file (poor item file had to go to Pittsburgh and back in the same day) and I had it on the registers. Surprisingly it worked! Now the AD is activated and the prices are correct!

They think they will have the server done tomorrow morning and someone is going to drive it back to us. So we should be back up and running by tomorrow night. All in all it could have been a lot worse and we certainly learned a few things from it. I will be purchasing a new computer to be used in the office so that the server can remain a server and that’s all it will be. I will also be putting a router that can filter the internet in so that people can’t get to sites that they aren’t supposed to, or in some cases, to the internet at all, as I’m fairly certain the virus I was seeing was one of those pop-up deals that tells you your computer is infected, only when you click on it, it infects you. Sneaky. Anyhow, that means someone was on the internet and was taken to one of those sites. Guess I get to put a stop to that.

Canned Meat Warning

If you receive an email from the Department of Health warning you to not eat pork from cans, because of swine flu… Ignore it.

It’s just SPAM.


Embedded Videos

I just realized that any posts that had embedded videos (i.e. YouTube videos) in them no longer do. It must have occurred when I upgraded the software not too long ago. I will have to go back to the backups and see if those posts still have the video in them. Until I get the chance to fix it, you may find that some of the old posts don’t make much sense because there isn’t much content there. It’s probably because there was a video to go with it and it’s no longer there.

Live from Cleveland Clinic

Well, as you saw from the last post August hasn’t exactly been our most favorite month this year. Well, the trend continued this past week. I had blogged about the problem that I had with my leg and my visit to the ER and my upcoming visit to my vascular surgeon at the Cleveland Clinic which was supposed to be Sept. 2nd. Well guess what? I’m writing this post from my hospital bed in J unit of the Cleveland Clinic.

Tuesday of last week I was still having a lot of pain in my leg and was really starting to become concerned about it. I called Dr. Greenburg’s nurse and was talking with her about what was going on. She asked if anyone had given me any reasons for the bruising, to which I replied “No” and she said they had better get me in sooner. So she made me an appointment for last Wednesday morning.

Dad, April, and I came up here for the appointment. I had Aultman send up my cat scan that was done in the ER in anticipation for my appointment this week, so he had already had a chance to review it. He asked if Aultman said the scan was clean and I said yes, and he said well it’s not. He wasn’t sure what was on it because they didn’t do the scan with contrast, but there was definitely something there. He sent me down to have a cat scan here at the clinic. When I came back up they called me right back and said that just as he suspected there was something there. I had adissected artery in my right leg. Basically there was a vertical tear that occurred in the artery where two arteries meet and fortunately for me had clotted. The problem now was how to get that artery to heal. It sounds like in most people they might have gone in and put in a stint or done something to ensure that it would heal, but he felt that more damage could be done from surgery than trying to let it heal on its own, but the deal was that I needed to get my blood pressure extremely low to keep the strain off that artery and allow it to heal.

The only way to safely get my blood pressure as low as he wanted (initially having the top number between 75 and 80, whereas mine is normally 120) was to do it with lots of medication while being monitored at the clinic. He explained to me the process, and I wasn’t all that worried. Sit in a hospital bed all day and watch TV while getting an IV. Sounded pretty good to me. I couldn’t have been more wrong!

I was immediately placed in a wheel chair and taken to the Coronary Intensive Care Unit where I was admitted and instantly mobbed by about 5 or 6 nurses all trying to do different things at one. Two were putting IVs in, one was shaving my chest to put EKG leads on, one was asking questions, one was removing my clothes and getting me in a gown. I went from being a normal person on the street to a patient in about ten minutes. It was fairly overwhelming.

Once I had my IVs started, they immediately started pushing medication to bring my blood pressure down. The first medication was apparently fairly mild because they pushed a lot of it into me over like a 5 hour period and didn’t have much luck getting my pressure down. They then started me on a drip of something a little stronger which had some results but not quite what they wanted. I had breakfast at 6:00 AM on Wednesday morning and wasn’t allowed to eat at all the rest of the day on Wednesday. On Thursday they started introducing a pill medicine to help bring my blood pressure even lower.

At this point while writing this article which was started on Monday, August 31st, I started becoming depressed which in general seemed to make my blood pressure go up. Since it was critical that my blood pressure come down before I left, I chose to stop writing this post and go back to resting. I am now home and am finishing my final notes about the experience.

Wednesday night was a nightmare. I vaguely remember waking up and being very irate with April because I couldn’t sleep, and my arms couldn’t move because of the IV and blood pressure cuff, and my legs couldn’t move because of the circulation sock thingies that blow up on your legs to prevent clots that they make you wear. It turns out that these sock things would end up being my ultimate nemesis by the time I left. They were absolutely horrible. They started off all nice and playful, but after an hour or so they were just constantly squeezing alternating legs. They would vibrate like crazy and after a while would generate heat so my legs were always sweating.

In the mean time I was still getting a cocktail of various medicines. It turns out that the combination of the pill and the drip medicine was making me nauseous. They gave me something for nausia a couple of times and eventually gave up on the drip medicine some time on Thursday. Around 10:00 on Thursday morning they decided it would be OK if I would eat. They ordered me a tray from the cafeteria. Unfortunately since it was my first day eating I didn’t get to choose what I wanted to eat, so I got whatever they brought me. I was on a low salt diet, so I got cereal, an egg white omelet with no salt and some other oddities. It wasn’t great, but I chowed down as I hadn’t eaten in over 28 hours. I started joking with the nurses that they make you starve at first so that the food would taste better when you finally get it.

The rest of Thursday was pretty uneventful, other than my bath. The guy came in and asked if I wanted a bath. I was pretty rank by this point so I said yes. Let me tell you, that was a new experience. Being bathed in a bed by a guy. Friday after breakfast, they told me I was probably moving to the Coronary Step Down unit. I was pretty excited that I might actually be able to get out of bed. Around 12:00 they moved me to J81-16, my room for the rest of the stay. Compared to the sterile CICU, it was like heaven. It had a big screen TV and had accents of brown and other colors so it wasn’t so gray and dreary. It even had a bed that April could fold out on sleep on.

I apologize if this part is gross, but I think it’s pretty funny so I’m including it. I asked if I could now get out of bed because I had to #2, and the nurse said I was still bed ridden. I held off for a while hoping my orders would change but they didn’t. Eventually I asked her for a bed pan. Next to the leg socks, it was the 2nd most horrible thing I did there. I was just about done, when in walked Dr. Greenburg. I’m like um, I’m trying to use this bed pan here. He’s like oh you can get up. I’m like you’ve got to be kidding me. Where were you 5 minutes ago. After I was done doing my duty, he came back in and told me everything was looking pretty good and he didn’t see any reason that I couldn’t go home Sunday. Now I see why they don’t tell you stuff like that because it definitely gets up false hopes.

That night I slept a little bit better, but still had a lot of trouble sleeping. It didn’t help that the whole time I was there everything started at 4AM. Chest X-Ray, EKG, draw blood, take vitals (actually this happened every two hours throughout the night), rinse, lather, and repeat.

Saturday was pretty uneventful also. Tom and Patti came up in the evening, and brought a banner that Carissa and Carleigh made for me. We hung it on the wall right in front of my bed. I had noticed that my BP was always getting higher at night because the deal was that if I could go all night with my BP down using pills alone and no IV, I could go home the next day. That only made me worry about what my BP was so it actually made it go up. Saturday night, sure enough, I needed the IV twice, so while I still had some hope I was going home Sunday, I was not.

Sunday came and went. We decided that April could no longer stay with me and needed to get home. There was too much piling up at home and the girls had been every which way and needed at least their mother to try and put everything back to normal. She reluctantly went home Sunday evening to be back before their bed times.

While I was doing my not-sleeping thing Sunday night, I figured out a way around the hospital’s firewall. They provided free wireless to patients to there were a lot of sites blocked like youtube, and a lot that didn’t work because of the proxy like facebook. Basically they were only allowing HTTP traffic, so the VPN tunnel that I normally use to tunnel into the store that allows me to get around stuff like that wouldn’t work either. I called my Dad once he was at work and we redirected the tunnel to one of the HTTP ports that they were allowing. I then set up my VPN client to use that port and basically it pretended it was sending HTTP traffic. BINGO, it worked!. Now I could get into the store and do all of my weekly computer work and I could go to web sites that the hospital didn’t think I should be going to (no, there was no porn in the hospital).

Monday came and went, and I knew I needed to get my BP down to get out of there. I made my self temporarily stop being depressed and convinced myself that I would NOT get out on Tuesday. All night I kept asking the nurse what my numbers were, they stayed low all night. The last number was super low, 80, so I must have finally let myself get some good sleep!

Around 10:00 Michelle, Dr. Greenburg’s right hand doctor came in and told me that she didn’t see any reason I couldn’t go home but would have to confirm it with Dr. Greenburg. About an hour later the nurse came in and said he had signed discharge papers in his hands. You can’t imagine the look on my face after that whole ordeal. My Dad arrived about 11:30 because he was already on his way before we knew for sure that I was out. The nurse removed all of my accompaniments that I had obtained while I was there (IVs, chest monitors, etc.) I was wheeled downstairs and got my first whiff of outdoors in little under a week.

Overall it could have been much more worse. I am not totally out of the woods yet, but everything looks pretty good for now. I go back in a month for another CAT scan to see how we did. I think I picked up some sort of cold while I was there though, because I have been running a mild fever the last two nights. Tylenol kicks it down, but it’s still annoying. April says she is starting to get feverish also.

All in all I just wan to say a big THANK you to all of my friends and family, especially April and my DAD who were there every day. Thank you to all of the wonderful doctors and nurses who treated me and all those that gave their thoughts and prayers for us. August was definitely a rough month, and I hate to be too optimistic that September will be better, but there is always hope right!

Rest In Peace Baby Belloni

Apparently I shouldn’t have joked about being in the ER so much, because we ended up there yet again on Sunday, this time, however, the outcome was considerably worse.

April had been having some light bleeding and cramping for the last week or so, but everyone she talked to told her to just take it easy and that some bleeding was normal. Saturday night the bleeding picked up a bit. We were both a bit worried but she called her doctor who told her to take it easy some more. If she was losing the baby there wasn’t anything that could be done and she should just come in for her scheduled ultrasound on Wednesday unless it became life threatening for her before that. We knew something was wrong, probably more so her than me, but were still optimistic. That all changed Sunday morning.

I got up and went to church like normal. After the first service was over, about 10:00, April called me and said that she was bleeding really bad and wanted me to come home. I rushed out and headed home as fast as possible. On the way home she called me again and said that she was still bleeding really bad and starting to get shaky. I called Jen, the paramedic at Brewster, and she said she would head to my house to check on her. She agreed that we were probably losing the baby and that April needed to go to the hospital. We decided to have the Ambulance take her since she was bleeding so bad and so that she wouldn’t have to sit and wait in the waiting room in such pain. Carissa was already with Amy, and I ran Carleigh up to stay with her also. April had warned Carleigh that the siren was going to go off and that it was for mommy this time. I was walking out the door with her when it went off and she kept saying mommy, mommy, mommy. It’s amazing how much they understand even at that age.

I followed the ambulance up to Aultman and we got right in to see a doctor. The doctor took one look and said that he also thought we were losing the baby. They gave her some medicine for pain and we waited around to get an ultrasound to confirm what everyone was thinking. In the mean time they moved her to a different room so that they could hook her up to monitoring equipment due to the amount of blood she had lost. Eventually they came in and took her to ultrasound. The ultrasound showed that the baby was gone. We think based on something the doctor said while he was poking around that he got it, but we aren’t sure. There was still a considerable amount of tissue left, so they decided that she would need a DNC.

Unfortunately DNCs are performed in labor and delivery, so they had to take us up there. As we exited the elevator, the decor began changing from the dull, cold steel of the ER to the bright cheeryness that is Aultman’s labor and delivery. I was OK with everything up until this point. Seeing everything started bringing back all the good emotions of having Carleigh and it was basically a kick in the face that this time nothing good would be coming of our visit to labor and delivery. They put her in one of the rooms, 413, which again brought back many memories of having Carleigh and what we would no longer be experiencing in March.

About 3:30 they took her into the operating room. I had to laugh because they were explaining everything they would be doing, and that included giving her Propofol to knock her out during the procedure. The nurse said they would “be giving her the same thing Michael Jackson had, only legally.” They took her to the operating room to perform the procedure and left me in the room. That may have been the hardest part. I turned the TV off so that I could sit and think and all I could here was babies crying, that combined with where I was located was very depressing. The experience at Aultman was one of the most memorable parts of Carleigh’s birth, and here I was experiencing it again, but way earlier than expected and the result would be considerably worse.

April was done about 4:15 and they put her in recovery. Dr. Krew came in to tell me how everything went and what she could and could not do. They would need to keep her for at least four more hours, so that meant we wouldn’t be leaving until at least 8:00. Eventually the nurse called me down to recovery, which was another kick in the face because they had April in the exact same slot, #4, she was in after her c-section with Carleigh. I’m sure she doesn’t remember much of all that stuff, but it is all very vivid to me.

About 5:15 they took her back to her room and I decided that I would go get something to eat since I hadn’t eaten all day. She was supposed to be getting her food soon too, that was part of the deal, she had to eat their food before she was allowed to leave. I headed out to the cafeteria to grab something for myself real quick. Once I entered the LND hallway, I was surprised how quickly I remembered where everything was. As I headed down the elevator, I glanced at the door to the NICU. That phrase I said so many times while Carleigh was there came back to me. “Chris Belloni for Baby Casto, 61654”. I’m surprised I still remembered it. I made my way to the cafeteria and had sour kraut and pork with mashed potatoes and small container of Ben & Jerry’s cookie dough ice cream.

I ate quickly and headed back to April’s room. Once again, bringing back the memories, I checked in with the receptionist who let me into LND. I found that April hadn’t received her dinner yet, but it soon arrived. She had a swiss steak type product with carrots, red potatoes and some sort of lemon pie. She ate it all, so she must have been hungry.

After she ate, the nurse came in with some stuff that they give all the parents who lose babies as we had. Until that point I wasn’t really thinking that there was much support for losing a baby only 12 weeks old, but Aultman goes out of their way to provide counseling services and stuff like that. We got a little afghan to remind us of the baby that wasn’t, and the opportunity to attend a mass burial that Aultman does for all of its babies under 20 weeks. It’s kind of neat that although the state doesn’t recognize a baby under 20 weeks as a baby, Aultman does.

It wasn’t long and 8:00 came. That was something else I remembered from having Carleigh was how fast time goes at the hospital. April had met all of their criteria so she was free to go. We headed home and stopped at Sheetz because we were both still hungry and nothing really sounded good so we stopped there. After stopping to pick up Carleigh we got home around 9:00. Both of us were mentally and physically exhausted and ready for bed.

All in all, it definately isn’t an experience I would want to go through again, but a big Thank You goes out to Jen at the fire department, the ER doctor, and all of the other staff at Aultman for making a painfull process as easy as possible.

And to you Baby Belloni, even though we never got to meet you, we will never forget you!