A photo journal comprised of my thoughts on motherhood and other life happenings, as well as some of professional work as a photographer. Southern California is home.
We never pass up a carnival // Sarah was begging for food last week but this week she’s begging for the mother of all ear scratchers to come visit her; she has “raging” (doc’s word, not mine) ear infections in both ears following our weekend road trip to Arizona (this dog needs to live in a bubble, I’m tellin’ ya). Anyway, I think we barely escaped it turning into a hematoma and minus the fact the meds she’s on make her incontinent, it’s improving. Now I’m just hoping the pork chop bone she inhaled after Van threw it on the ground last night passes through her delicate little body without causing any anal damage. I wish I was kidding // Oh Hooper, you’re such a sweet big brother; most of the time, anyway // Sisterly love: Hooper & Van, take notes.
Fifteen weeks marks the beginning of what is clearly shaping up to be a battle. A downright brawl. Not a whose going to throw the first punch kinda fight, but rather a come out swinging kinda fight. The stuff people pay to see to pay-per-view. The knock me down and up I stand kinda fight.
I’m dealing with the insurance company.
I had (oh it feels nice to use past tense here) two obvious barriers to my gloriously planned home birth. I say two obvious barriers because I realize there will be subtle barriers along the way that I will deal with. Back to the obvious two: Willy and affordability. I wanted to get Willy on board first because it wasn’t even worth looking at the financial aspect if I didn’t have his support. But, alas, his support I have. In fact, with each passing day and a few heartfelt conversations, I’d venture to say I have more than just a complacent husband. As he works out his own issues of fear, he’s actually coming around to understand my mind frame a little more. And it’s oh so comforting. Gosh I love that guy.
On to the financial battle. We cannot afford to pay out of pocket for this home birth. Many people do end up paying with cold hard cash merely because insurance companies do not consider midwives “in-network” providers. But, there seem to be a few loopholes for those that have the energy to jump through a thousand loops and for those who love, and I mean LOVE calling 800 numbers. Not 900 numbers people, get your minds out of the gutter.
Anyway, I’ll keep you updated with the happenings. If anyone is looking to fight the same battle, please let me know and I will share more specific details of what I’m doing and what you too can do to combat the big tumultuous world that is the insurance company.
