Scott worked a double shift and I’m waiting for him to come home. He’s only eaten dinner once with us in a week and a half. The girls saw him Saturday, but I had to work, and then he had to work Sunday. This sucks. Scott said he might be able to make dinner on Wednesday with us. Dinner as a family is so so important to us. It’s really my biggest ‘this must be done’ rule. Nothing seems right in the house when we don’t eat dinner as a family at the table. Scott is exhausted and I am beyond fatigued. We’re both dragging ourselves around.
The no health insurance issue. I am completely depressed and pissed about this whole situation. Here’s what we can’t afford if we want to eat. The insurance provided by the company Scott works for and the three major insurance companies that will cover my homebirth completely. What we can afford is the crappy low cost state insurance that doesn’t cover homebirth. We make too much to qualify for Medicaid, which oddly enough covers homebirth. Scott has made so many phone calls and emails to his HR department about the cost of just enrolling the two of us, but no one is getting back to him. Even an email to the vice president of the company has yielded us no help. I’m one day away from calling HR on my own and letting loose. This is absurd. My husband works damn hard and we can’t get decent affordable insurance. How fucked up of a country do we live in?! It’s gotten to the point where our options for a homebirth are dwindling super fast. If I have to have this baby in a hospital because that’s the only way to have this birth covered, there will be no end to my anger and resentment. None.
I am fucking pissed. And if you’re against universal health care, you suck.