So the bills for the end of this pregnancy are starting to come in. I’ll probably have to battle with the insurance company again—this time it’s not for a happy event. They better not mess with me or I’ll cry on them…that’s a promise.
At my last appointment…the nurse had me go to the ultrasound room. The baby was still so young that it would be easier to find the heartbeat on the screen—so they didn’t scare me if it was hard to find. Oh irony—you suck. It was a free peek at the baby. I was happy—then I wasn’t.
You know irony, you can go away any time you want…I wouldn’t mind.
That ultrasound…was supposed to be free. I was supposed to see my lime sized baby. The heart was supposed to be beating. The little one was supposed to be squirming. Instead…I’m paying for the ultrasound. There was no heartbeat. The baby was just so still.
Instead of happiness, there was gloom.
So if I have to pay to see death (that’s such a hard word to write—I’ll admit I try so hard to avoid using it), can’t I pay to see life?
I know most people who have medical procedures do so because of a bad, sad, or unhappy reason. But doesn’t it seem wrong to receive bills for this horrible thing. This horrible thing that was supposed to bring happiness, and love, and miracles?
Yep, I’ll pay $100, or $1000 or dammit it I’ll find $10,000 to pay for my baby to be alive. If only that were possible.
Irony…You most certainly do suck.
I'm sorry they made you pay. I was expecting to pay for mine because it was a booked ultrasound. I'm still waiting for that bill. I guess the hospital fees for D&C were enough for them :(
ReplyDeleteIsn't it sad how it costs almost as much to have a baby as not having a baby? At least here in the States it does. And I had to fight with the insurance company too.
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