Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Good and bad news...

So the good news is that Dylan saw our GP today and we got a referral to see the pediatrician at the hospital really easily. I just told him what had happened and said the magic words, "they couldn't find a medical reason for the seizures," and Dr. Wellings said, "Right. You need a referral to the pediatrician." I'm definitely learning how to navigate the bureaucracy that is the NHS, and I was really pleased.

The bad news is that the insurance company called last night and told us that Dylan wasn't covered on our travel insurance policy. This leaves us with approximately $6000 in medical bills for a two day period. Martin asked me to go see someone at our bank today, and gave me permission to be "as nasty as you want." That's something, coming from Martin. I can be pretty nasty. Though I'm out of practice, having been on my best behavior since moving to England (remember how I have been trying to IMPROVE peoples' impression of Americans over here?). I've been gearing up for it all day, and will be speaking to them in about 45 minutes. They pretty much gave us the wrong insurance policy and since we left the following day, the first chance we had to read all the details was AFTER Dylan had his seizures.

But on another happy note, I am having my third ultrasound on Thursday and Martin and I are going on a date later that night. Plus, my father-in-law is coming over to fix my oven. The thermostat on it is broken, and it is REALLY difficult to bake stuff as a result. He bought the part for it last week and is going to install it when he comes over to watch Dylan while I go in for my ultrasound. Martin can't get the time off work to come with me this time.

So I've been feeling a lot of pressure to find out the sex of the baby. The family were kind of pushing about it, and now Emma has started as well. It's so tempting right now, because I have seen some adorable baby clothes and Martin and I are getting really close to actually decorating the nursery (the big constructino stuff should get finished this weekend). But I've decided that I am sticking to my decision not to find out. So people, stop pestering me!!!

Must run--got to go shout at people and be a nasty, pushy American. Wish me luck everybody!!!

6 comments:

Manic Mundays said...

I wasn't pushing just excited for you both. I look on Dylan and the newbie as extended family and try to be family to them as they don't have a lot of family over here. Sorry.

The Williams Family said...

Jamie
Hey my mom told me about the Dylan thing and then I read it on your blog. I hope everything is okay. In a way I wish I wouldn't have foun out the sex of my last baby. After one girl and two boys I wanted another girl and got a boy. After the ultrasound I went home and cried for hours. I wouldn't trade him for anything.
I don't remember you being that mean but then again I was really mean also.
Talk to you later
Sarah

Kathleen and Justin Lofley said...

I hope the stuff with the travel agency worked out and that you didn't have to be "nasty" with them, but try not to stress about the bills. PCMC is wonderful to work with on financial arrangements and your situation is one I'm sure they'd be really great about. Good luck with everything. I hope all the finances work out, but even more I hope that Dylan's seizures were a one-time thing so you all can be healthy and happy.

georgia said...

NONONO listen to me---- you went to primary childrens right you need to call them and ask what other option you have becasue do to the fact that it was an emergancy i will work with you if not write the hole thing off due to the fact that there is income issues and such. It like having instant medacaid here and since it was completely unexpected--they are more then willing to work thing out with you. Yea sorry the blow off but i just wanted you to know what you could do

Amber said...

EEk! I hope everything gets worked out nicely...

I'm glad I never met nasty Jamie.

Gilberts' Fridge said...

Primary Children's Hospital isn't the big bill--it's fairly small all things considered. We should be ok with that one as they are a charitable hospital. Dylan has been totally healthy since the seizures--just driving us nuts because he's jet lagged and cranky. Sarah, you weren't any more mean than your average teen-aged girl. And Emma, you know I love you AND the pestering to find out the sex of the baby. You are my family over here, and feel free to keep the pressure on. I'm not going to cave (though I nearly did)!