Yesterday Jody and I made our first "trial run" to the hospital. I have to give a little back story to explain the WHOLE fiasco. As many of you know I've tried all kinds of home remedies to get this baby out sooner - I've walked, swam, eaten greasy/spicy food, tried accupressure, pumping my breasts - the whole gamut. That is, except for cator oil. I swore I would never in my life try and choke that nasty stuff down, until this past weekend. I got desperate. Plus, my friend Hayli has three beautiful boys that were all delivered after she took that nasty stuff, so I figured it was worth a go. So, on her suggestion I mixed some into a couple of scrambled eggs yesterday morning before I went to work. During any down time I had, I also walked the halls to get things moving along (by god, i didn't choke down greasy eggs just to sit around! This baby was coming out by god!). Sure enough, around 8:30 (I went in at 5:00), I started having consistent, mild contractions that were about 5 minutes apart. WOOHOO!!!! So I was so happy I walked some more. By 11:30, they were 1-3 minutes apart. Now mind you, they were stronger than Braxton Hicks contractions, but they weren't unbearable like the stuff you see on TV. I wasn't sure if I should call my doctor or not, and finally my supervisor talked me into calling at around noon, I think she was afraid I was going to go into labor right there in the department. So, I called, explained everything to the nurse on call, and at her urging we went up to the hospital. Let the games begin.
Now, Jody and I both were pretty sure this wasn't it for us. Both of us were fairly sure I was going to get sent right back home, but also I didn't want to be one of those ignorant women who went into labor unknowingly and gave birth in the toilet. So we get to the hospital, and they take me back to triage (which, I've decided, is where they take you if they think you're faking it. This was where we spent 8 hours after my car wreck in April) where I get strapped to a monitor and get asked a whole bunch of ridiculous questions. And a funny side bar about San Antonio, they will make your husband wait outside while they interview you just to be sure you're not there as a result of being beaten. I guess I've just been so sheltered my whole life that is just appalling to me that wife beating is apparently such a problem here. Anyway, so after all that the nurse finally checks my cervix. I'm holding my breath, here's the moment of truth, and........... NOTHING. The nurse just looked at me and goes, "Well, you're not in labor, otherwise you'd be dilated." AAAAAAARRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!! I swear I feel like Charlie Brown trying to kick that damn football. And then to top it off, the nurse had the audacity to tell me, "Sweetie, even if you were in labor, this is the part you do at home. You don't come to the hospital for this part." Really?!?!? The only reason I was there was because I was told to go in!
Since I wasn't in labor, they held me hostage in the crappy triage area for a couple of hours while they continued to monitor me, check some labs, and keep an eye on my blood pressure (it was a bit elevated, imagine that). Everything came back ok, and they finally released me on bed rest until I go back to see the doctor on Wednesday. Fortunately, I don't have to work between now and then, so I guess it'll just be me, the cats, and my sofa for the next few days. As far as trying to induce labor on my own, I am officially giving up. I can safely say that we tried EVERYTHING and nothing really worked. And to be quite honest, at this point I don't really think I'm going to go into labor on my own. I think I'm going to have to be induced by the doctor in order to get any sort of progress. But thanks to everyone for keeping your fingers crossed on our behalf yesterday! Sorry for such a letdown, hopefully next time we'll have better luck!
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