I decide to wait it out a little bit and go to church that night because I didn't want to put my mom on the spot and have no one to play the piano, so I went and played. As I was playing the contractions didn't really get worse, just pretty uncomfortable. We decided to leave right after we played and go to the hospital. We went and got to triage. I had a terrible nurse who obviously had no intention of treating me like a human being. I cried and screamed for her to leave me alone, literally, I told her to stop touching me. I was literally two seconds away from walking out the door and going to a different hospital when Tony helped calm me down. I refused to talk to that nurse for the rest of the time I was there that night though. Tony had to answer all of the questions she asked and I absolutely NEVER let her touch me again. If I would have been thinking straight, I would have reported her. Needless to say, I ended up being sent home because I wasn't dilated or anything like the two weeks before this when I was having fairly consistent contractions.
I already had an appointment Tuesday, so Monday I just waited it out all day and took things easy. The contractions came and went all through the day, but figured they were doing no good, so let it happen. Tony had Tuesday off, so off we go to the appointment...
I was scheduled for an ultrasound to check my fluid levels, so the tech called me in. She immediately started saying things like, "well, you will be having this baby within a couple of days...," "i'm not seeing a lot of pockets of fluid...," "has the doctor talked about inducing you?"
This all kinda shocked me because I really didn't think my fluid was going to be much more low than the week before. Secretly, I wanted some kinda good news about the baby coming because I was at the point where I couldn't walk more than 5 minutes without my feet getting 7x bigger than they already were. It was just getting painful, but for some reason I wasn't prepared for this news. I still really didn't know what she meant when she was saying things like this, but she sent me away to the nurse to take my weight, etc. I ended up in the room, waiting for Pffeifer to get there. In he comes about 10 minutes later and says, "You're having this baby today, one way or the other." WOW! I said with a huge smile, "OKAY!" He never really gave an explanation, just told me to call my mom and head to the hospital.
I talked to his nurse and she said just go up to the OB floor, Pffeifer wants a non-stress test first. His nurse, Carol calls up there and they say there's no beds. She tells the doc and he says, "I don't care. They need to make room."
Tony and I head on over, in the meantime, I'm freaking out because both me and Tony forgot our phones. We have no way to call anyone. That was pretty amusing. I get ahold of a phone at DMH before I head up to the OB floor because we were waiting for them to get a bed and I get ahold of my mom and tell her the news. I tell her to text a few people and that I'll call when I can.
A few minutes later, there's a bed ready. I go to triage and they hook me up immediately and find out the baby is doing just fine. His heartbeat and movements are great. They call Pffeifer and tell him and he says to get me a room, they'll induce me in the morning. If you know me, you know I don't sleep in hospitals. Period. I finally got settled into my room about 8 or 9 p.m. and put a movie in. Tony fell asleep, sorta around Midnight. I, however, watched the clock until 5 a.m. for when it was time to start the pitocin...
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