Every thing was great until well. January 2009. Those of us that had all left our jobs to take out on this new adventure with HCA were told that our new jobs were in Jeopardy because it was an election year and the new governor could AXE the program at ANY TIME.
Though we were all nervous we were told there was nothing to worry about and reassured that it would all be fine. We continued to train and meet and do what we were supposed to do which - changed on a daily basis. Eventhough I didn't care for sitting in my cubicle all day on the phone with people rather than being out in the field doing real SOCIAL WORK, I was determined to show that I was dedicated eventhough the job was HORRIBLE, I wanted to work for this company so bad. The benefits were AWESOME and the pay was great for a social worker.
C visited my cubicle often to chat because hers was on the other side of the building and we were still "friends." People would whisper about her and then eventually asked me if I know such and such gossip about her... I ignored it or said thats not true because she is "not like that" or " she is a good person"...(Keep that in mind for the rest of the story)
By the beginning of February I had discovered I was pregnant. Brian was having health issues and our lives were stressful. I was very very sick and tired because of the pregnancy and Brian had made several trips to the ER and spent a week in the hospital . It was a very stressful time and the last thing I wanted to think about was changing jobs. I continued to be sick, so did Brian, and I continued to plan my trip to Maine with my girlfriends.
The days continued to be stressful and people started to "get off the bus" " jump ship" or whatever you want to call it because they had no faith in the job or the governor to keep the contract and they needed secure employment. I was alerted and asked to apply for a job in another part of the company.
By Mid March I thought something was very wrong with the pregnancy, I was so sick and couldnt keep a single thing down. I tried everything for the nausea, nothing worked. So an emergency OB appointment was made. When we arrived they said that we would go in for an ultra sound... fearing the worst ... we walked in and they did the routine putting the cold gel on my stomach. The tech rolled the instrument around on my belly and said... " I know why you have been so sick".... (I was thinking something bad...) I said "why??"...tech " Because theres two in there! - see" I said " shut- up"- and looked at the screen...sure enough two bouncing gummy bears. Appeared to be healthy and explanation to the sickness.... We were scared and excited but life was to go on....
Brians health continued to get worse, several doctors appointments and conversations with eachother. I don't even remember all of it because it was such a stressful time... anyway...
The end of May came and so did the trip with my girl friends. Brian assured me it was ok to go and I wasn't quite that big yet and was ok'd to fly. I was excited because we were going to find out the sex the monday after I got home from the trip. Maine was pretty but we were ready to get back home by the end of the trip because the weather was rainy and yucky. I got back home and had a horrible cold. ...
Called in sick to work that monday and went to my ultrasound even though I wasn't feeling very well. We found out we were having girls and we were excited. When I told C it was girls she groaned and told me how "horrible" that would be. My feelings were hurt but at that point I was blinded and thought she was nice... . KEEP THIS IN MIND.
The work week flew by and that FRIDAY (everything bad happens on a FRIDAY) we were told that the state (governor) decided not to keep the contract and we were going to lose our jobs. I was devastated and scared, I bawled along with others, some began looking for jobs, some already had new jobs they were waiting to start and some were going back to the job they came from within the company.
As the weeks went by I continued to look for jobs within the company and outside of the company. Our last day with the company was to be July 17th for those of us that didn't find anything within. Our HR rep was horrible and offered me a job in the cafeteria or lifting boxes....because -"there just weren't any other openings"OBVIOUS JOBS that I was not able to do in my condition... not only was I sick, I was huge and I had a high risk pregnancy.
So, I filed for unemployment , waddled and embarrassed my way through interviews, cried and cried. Brian's health was still a mystery and we scheduled a heart procedure at the end of July. I stopped going to church. I was angry with God, unable to enjoy my pregnancy due to being sick - vomiting or nausiated all the time even with Zofran...(medication) and because of the worries we had with Brian... I had NO JOY in life. I was angry with the HCA for laying me off at 71/2 months pregnant with twins, and a very sick husband.
My insurance with the company was to end on September 14th but I wasn't due until October. Life was beyond stressful.
Eventually at my 34week check (September 10th) I was told I had SEVERE pre-eclampsia. I spent one night in the local hospital the next day (September 11)I was taken to KC via ambulance to have the girls at a more equipped hospital. Because my condition was considered "severe" I was told I would not be induced, I would have a C-section. Eventhough I was bitter about my situation and angry with God, I felt at Peace. I just knew things would be ok. The girls were born and were healthy. They had to spend about 3 weeks in the NICU and we brought them home. GOD really showed up with their birth because of them being early and because they were born 3 days before my insurance ended and I was dischared on September 14th from the hospital.... the end of insurance but we were all able to go on Brian's.
We were in Love but I still had the stress that my unemployment would end. Stressed. I continued to look for jobs and apply. The home health nurses came to see the girls and I knew all of them because I had previously worked with them. One told me that they were hiring for a PRN social worker in the Hospice department... I told her I was interested, she told HER boss- Teresa. C also contacted me after I had the girls and also told Teresa I was interested in the job that was at HCA in Hospice.
Without submiting my RESUME, Teresa called me for an interview.When the girls were 6 weeks old I interviewed for the job. I started my job at "HCA" in Hospice when the girls were 9 weeks old NOVEMBER 16 2009. Even though the job was PRN I was a standard 32 hours per week because the census was high, but I only had to work 4 days a week and I was making $3 more an hour than before-perfect for our family. I was sad about leaving the girls but excited to be able to work and provide more for my family. Things were looking up and I knew God was at work.....
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