Monday, December 04, 2006

Bed Rest Day 67 - Third time is NOT the charm

Spent the wee hours of the morning in the hospital...again.
Contractions started at 8:30 last night and didn't let up. I called the doctor and arrived at the hospital around 2 a.m.
Here I am thinking: Hurrah! We're gonna have a baby!! Yay!!
Um. No. Notsomuch.
First I had the nurse from hell. She was insane. I'm convinced. I was even more convinced when I found out we knew someone in common - a quite insane someone.
It all starts when I get hooked up to the monitors...
First she tells me that I'm NOT having contractions.
Whaaat? NOT having contractions? Excuse me?
So, a quick change of the monitor and *poof*! Lookie there...contractions. I'll be a son-of-a-bitch. She then proceeds to stand there and watch me. That's it. She just stood there, arms crossed, staring at me, waiting for me to have another contraction. It was quite uncomfortable, as I'm sure you can imaging.
Next, she hooks me up to the monitor for the baby's heart beat. She doesn't use NEARLY as much ultrasound gel as she should and proceeds to push and pull the sticky monitor across my belly. I thought she was going to rip my already stretched skin. Finally - baby's heartbeat. I try and relax.
She continues to stare.
The doctor finally gets there & decides it would be the best thing to try and stop my labor. She feels that at 35 weeks and 3 days its still too early to have a baby and orders a nice jittery shot of terbutaline for me. Yay.
So, psycho nurse starts my IV (thought Corey was going to faint as she let me bleed all over the bed) and gives me my shot of terb. I try & get some sleep. Psycho nurse leaves me alone.
Until Miss Guatamala 2006 comes in in labor and they put her next to me. They hook her up to the monitor & her doctor decides she's not far enough along and she's discharged shortly after.
Good...I can sleep now. I sleep for about and hour with my contractions waking me up every 10 minutes. Fabulous.
Finally at about 6:30 the doctor decides I've been monitored enough and I'm not progressing so I can go home.
Then they bring in what looks like a 12-year-old who is in labor. I swear, this girl has maybe menstruated 3, maybe 4 times in her life. Her water broke, she's having some bleeding - she's in labor. Bitch. It's a good thing that I only had to sit there and listen to her whine for 15 minutes before my discharge because I probably would have strangled her or her 15-year-old boyfriend.
So, I'm home now. Still pregnant. Still contracting. Still uncomfortable.
4 more days of terbutaline. Dat's it. Then I'm done with it. Finally.
Lets get this bebeh outta me.

2 comments:

The Hopeless Flirt said...

Oh man, this must be sooo difficult to keep thinking "this is it" only to find out it isn't... again.

With my wife it was the opposite, wondering WHEN THE HELL the baby was going to come, and eventually had to induce labor. I thought that was rough.

My thoughts and hopes go out to you, Cory and da bebe.

The Hopeless Flirt said...

Oh, by the way... if you don't happen to be in labor again at the moment, I tagged you over on my blog.