Yesterday we were scheduled to have our maternity portraits taken. I was really excited about the prospect of documenting this great memory. While I am completely not stoked about the proportion of my belly to the rest of my body I know that what is going on is truly a miracle. A miracle I would like documented. The photoshoot was set up so we would do pictures on the outside and pictures in the studio. The photographer has some great scenery in her yard to make for perfect pictures. At one point during the photoshoot we were discussing the next shot. Before, I knew it I heard Hai say, "Is that your dog?" About the time he said that a felt teeth sink into my lower leg. It was a fox. The fox was literally attacking me. Hai had to kick the fox off of me. After a couple kicks, the fox landed across the yard. He was screaming these heartbreaking cries I had never heard before (and incidentially, hope to never hear again). We thought he was surely dying. We all stood there shocked...not moving. Until, he darted after me again. It was like he came back from the dead. He lunged for my leg again. Hai was able to kick him off me again. At the time, I didn't think I had been bit. When Hai asked if I was okay I said I was. However, as I looked down at my pants I saw bite marks and blood. I guess it was the shock of it all. Hai and I immediately went to Northeast ER.
As if the bite itself weren't scary enough the ER visit was horrible. The doctor came in pretty soon after I was taken back and explained I was at high risk for rabies. Now, before this I thought rabies was some crazy thing that crazy people get somewhere in the hills of the country. Remember, that movie - with the red head kid and he changed his step-mom's rabies test? Well, that was my perception. Well, when the doctor came in he frankly stated "Rabies is 100% fatal. And the worst thing for a mom-to-be is to dead. Doesn't help the baby!" Maybe it was still the shock of it all but all I heard were the words "fatal" and "dead." I freaked out! Did he just tell me I was going to die? I'm sure he thought I was the slowest lady ever because he had to explain to me (a couple times) that with the shots I would be fine. And the baby? Well, it's a class C drug. Class C basically means there is really no evidence to state if it harmful or ok. I always hated C's in school and I still do - especially now. Trust me, I have googled and googled trying to see the effects of the shots. Many websites say the shots are OK. Obviously, the consequences if I didn't get them would be very determintal.
I'm thankful to Hai because he practically saved my and Emma's life. I mean if I had been there without him no telling how bit up I would be. That fox probably would have made Vanessa Baker-Truong stew for dinner last night. In the process, we think Hai got scratched. We aren't sure. We don't think it was a bite mark. It could have come from his work. But we just don't know. So, Hai is also undergoing the round of shots.
I do plan on dragging my 30 week belly up to the doctor tomorrow just for a check up. I'm sure they will love this visit. When I called the OB on call yesterday he said in his entire time as a doctor he has got some pretty weird calls but never quite like this. Emma is still kicking up a storm and making her presence known. However, there is nothing like getting the official OK in person from the doctor to make things better.
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