Avery's three month birthday was February 23. Avery was not really cooperating this night. She wasn't being fussy, just squirmy and she did NOT want to lay back. I finally got a not-blurry picture of her, but she wasn't smiling at all. I thought about going back and getting another picture on a different day, but I thought, no. This is how she was on her three month birthday and this is how I want to remember her, squirmy and wanting to be a big girl. So, wow. Three months already. Gees.
Due to my recent proactivity with my credit and paying off debt, I decided to give the hospital a call where I was admitted about a month ago and ask about my bill. I wanted to make sure I didn't miss it in the mail and I wanted to get an idea of what I'd be paying for my stay. I get on the phone with the billing department and the woman is just as nice as can be, really. She was surprised I'd even called her, considering I didn't even have a bill yet. She told me she'd sent the bill over to my insurance to be approved and paid but they hadn't heard back yet. "Just out of curiosity," I asked, knowing I would be responsible for 20% of the final bill, "how much was it?" What I heard next shocked me. "$61,000" she said. I said, "$61,000? I was only in the hospital for a night and only on anti-biotics, you can't be serious! My daughter cost me less than a third of that to give birth to and I was in the hospital two nights!...
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