I knew this was coming. I dreaded it, prayed it wouldn’t, got on my knees and begged Baby Jesus, but I KNEW this was coming.
I have asthma. And heart problems. And now I’m pregnant. It’s a recipe for complications. The heart interferes with the asthma, the pregnancy interferes with the asthma, the pregnancy interferes with the heart, the asthma interferes with the pregnancy, and round the circle we must go.
My asthma is getting worse, which is not uncommon. To where I’m needing my inhaler constantly. This could be Harpie, it could be my raging allergy to fall ragweed; or it could be a combination of the two (my guess is the latter). The OB doesn’t want me on my asthma medications (Advair, Xopenex, Albuterol) because they are Class C and can cause cleft pallets, and heart & glucose problems in Harpie. He demanded that I switch asthma medications to Class B.
The problem? My cardiologist nixed all Class B medications 4 years ago, as they interfere with heart stuff. He ripped me off of Singulair, Pulmicort, etc.
EFF MY LIFE. OB doesn’t want me on Class C; Cardiologist doesn’t want me on Class B. MOMMA NEEDS SOME ASTHMA MEDICATION. HARPIE NEEDS OXYGEN. But I don’t want Harpie to have a cleft pallet, either.
I’m simply frustrated. I have a call into my cardiologist & am waiting to speak to his nurse. I knew that at some point in my pregnancy, I’d be making a visit to him to discuss labor, delivery, and options, but I didn’t think we’d be combining my OB and Cardiologist so quickly in the game.
