Oh fucking shit, no...
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I would like to write about the incredible things I have seen and experienced in the last week... if there would be any way to explain or express what has occurred. Just an unbelievable roller coaster ride of emotions and sensations.
Get this letter today from them saying that they were notified of Mrs. S.'s admittance by the hospital. "Since the notification was not timely, benefits for these services may be reduced according to the terms of your contract."
Look on the back of my insurance card, it says that all emergency admittances must be accompanied by a phone call within 24 hours. Look in the guide to benefits, it says that all births must be phoned in within 24 hours. In the part about emergencies it says that if you don't do this your benefits can be reduced by up to 50% or $5,000.
Who the fuck thinks about this sort of thing? I thought it had all been phoned in or that the hospital had notified them when we checked in. We never saw any piece of paper with money on it in the whole course of the stay.
Of course, this had to arrive on Saturday, so the office is closed. Dunno if it will even be open on Monday due to the holiday... In the meantime I get the fun of freaking the fuck out. It could be one of those red tape things, but I have seen enough news stories about people who get fucked over by their health insurance companies to know that if they feel like doing it, they can and sometimes will.
I am not in the best emotional shape to handle this right now. The sleep has been sort of OK -- she sleeps fairly well and I am already used to getting up 1-2 times at night to let the dog out, so after the first night we adjusted. It's mostly been that the pillar-to-post thing of running around to buy stuff has drained me of energy while at the same time trying to monitor things like breathing, diapers, etc. I feel like I've been constantly tense since Sunday evening, and this isn't helping. Well, welcome to parenthood, I suppose.
This all has a unique ability to tap into my almost comic fear of losing money through irresponsibility (a fear of my own failing that my parents beat into me) and combine that with the amazing and instant protective instinct that really kicks in the second you are handed that baby. (I was amazed at how primal this was. I can sit and look at her for hours and hours, searching for clues as to what she means. There is nothing like the feeling in the world.) You have to not drop the baby, you have to not shake the baby, you have to (eventually) keep the baby from getting sick or in danger.
(It is something now to go to the store and see people with babies and realize that when you see someone with a kid, no matter how stupid they look, they have done something harder than I have ever done in my life.)
Health is the most important thing, and I do remember that, and the insurance is just money, though I feel like vomiting all over myself. Besides, you guys would not really be interested in hearing me pontificate on the evil design of car seats or the fact that baby clothing is much too big for newborns, right? So I have to have my freakout, though it will not make for good dreams between now and Monday morning.
I would like to write about the incredible things I have seen and experienced in the last week... if there would be any way to explain or express what has occurred. Just an unbelievable roller coaster ride of emotions and sensations.
Get this letter today from them saying that they were notified of Mrs. S.'s admittance by the hospital. "Since the notification was not timely, benefits for these services may be reduced according to the terms of your contract."
Look on the back of my insurance card, it says that all emergency admittances must be accompanied by a phone call within 24 hours. Look in the guide to benefits, it says that all births must be phoned in within 24 hours. In the part about emergencies it says that if you don't do this your benefits can be reduced by up to 50% or $5,000.
Who the fuck thinks about this sort of thing? I thought it had all been phoned in or that the hospital had notified them when we checked in. We never saw any piece of paper with money on it in the whole course of the stay.
Of course, this had to arrive on Saturday, so the office is closed. Dunno if it will even be open on Monday due to the holiday... In the meantime I get the fun of freaking the fuck out. It could be one of those red tape things, but I have seen enough news stories about people who get fucked over by their health insurance companies to know that if they feel like doing it, they can and sometimes will.
I am not in the best emotional shape to handle this right now. The sleep has been sort of OK -- she sleeps fairly well and I am already used to getting up 1-2 times at night to let the dog out, so after the first night we adjusted. It's mostly been that the pillar-to-post thing of running around to buy stuff has drained me of energy while at the same time trying to monitor things like breathing, diapers, etc. I feel like I've been constantly tense since Sunday evening, and this isn't helping. Well, welcome to parenthood, I suppose.
This all has a unique ability to tap into my almost comic fear of losing money through irresponsibility (a fear of my own failing that my parents beat into me) and combine that with the amazing and instant protective instinct that really kicks in the second you are handed that baby. (I was amazed at how primal this was. I can sit and look at her for hours and hours, searching for clues as to what she means. There is nothing like the feeling in the world.) You have to not drop the baby, you have to not shake the baby, you have to (eventually) keep the baby from getting sick or in danger.
(It is something now to go to the store and see people with babies and realize that when you see someone with a kid, no matter how stupid they look, they have done something harder than I have ever done in my life.)
Health is the most important thing, and I do remember that, and the insurance is just money, though I feel like vomiting all over myself. Besides, you guys would not really be interested in hearing me pontificate on the evil design of car seats or the fact that baby clothing is much too big for newborns, right? So I have to have my freakout, though it will not make for good dreams between now and Monday morning.
