Day 4.5 in the hospital, day 2 in the new hospital. The view out my window is familiar, of my old friend Cerro San Luis Obispo, better known as Mount Madonna, one of my favorite local hiking spots. When we lived in San Luis Obispo, we had a similar view of the mountain. This morning when we woke up, I looked out and joked, “Honey, it looks like a beautiful morning for a hike!”
Besides the view, there’s not many positives I can report about the new “home” over the last place. The room is dingy. The shower is down the hall, so no more private showers. I have to be in a wheelchair if I’m not in my bed. When we got here, I was immediately placed on a no food, no liquid diet. As y’all can imagine, I don’t do well on the “no food” thing, so that immediately made me grumpy. They made me wear a gown, whereas at the last place I got to wear my own clothes. They hooked me back up to the IV and the fetal monitors. They kept coming in and making me lay on my side instead of sitting up as they thought that sitting up was causing my contractions. Turned out that the monitors just weren’t tracking the contractions when I was on my side, even though I was still having them. But the nurse didn’t believe me when I told her I had just as many contractions on my side as I did sitting up. They gave me a shot of Tributerol (sp) which is a steroid to help stop the contractions, and I’ve been hopped up on that stuff ever since. Now I take it orally every 4 hours. It feels like I’ve had about 4 shots of espresso back to back, and just when I start to come down from the “high” it’s time for another dose.
We got in around noon or so yesterday, and we were told repeatedly that the doctor would be in soon, but no one was sure when. At about 8:30 last night, I started getting a little manic with the fresh Tributerol shot and the lack of food. Finally a nurse came in and told me I could eat and drink. Oh, and the doctor would be in soon. Tay’s mom ran out to get me some food so Tay wouldn’t miss the doctor.
We finally saw him around 9. He was happy with the way my contractions had stopped, but wasn’t happy with the amniotic fluid level from my ultrasound results. However, he said if the baby keeps doing well without the contractions, I might get to go home in a few days. But I’ll be on Tributerol for a few weeks and I’ll be on bedrest.
I know there’s no “formula” to pregnancy, and I know that every pregnancy is different, but this experience has been frustrating. 3 different doctors in 3 days, and I still haven’t seen my own doctor. I’ve had to tell my story to countless nurses who ask, “so what’s the story?”. We’re constantly getting different messages from the doctors over what might happen, from “you’re having this baby tonight” to “you’ll definitely go to full-term” to “you’ll be probably having a c-section” to “you have a great chance of having this baby naturally.” And then there’s the “you’ll be on hospital bedrest until the baby is born” and the “I’ll probably be discharging you around noon” and then, 10 minutes later, the “we’re transferring you to another hospital.”
The best news is that Baby A is doing great. That is what everything is all about right now, and while it’s easy to lose sight of that when I’m dying of boredom or frustrated with all these cords, rules, regulations, and drug side-effects, all I have to do is feel a little kick and I feel thankful that my baby is happy and healthy where he is right now. Today my goal is to focus on that and let go of all the other negativity as it flows from my fingers on to this screen. So that when I press “Publish” I can sit back and relax and quit my griping.
One funny thing that I look forward to each day is seeing what Tay comes back with from his daily trips to the house. I come up with a list of things I’d like from home, and it’s always mildly entertaining to see what he interprets my wishes as. It’s kind of cute to see what clean panties he chooses, or what kind of snacks he brings back. Yesterday, I instructed him to go to a rack in my closet which I have designated as “maternity appropriate” and choose a top. I said, there’s a few blue-green tops there, one of those would work.” I was picturing these long-sleeved teal t-shirts. He came back with a striped blue tank top. “I couldn’t find any blue and green shirts, was this what you meant?” Or when I said he should grab some games for us to play. He grabbed Scrabble because he knows its my favorite, but he hates Scrabble. So last night when I said, “Wanna play Scrabble?” (knowing full well what his reaction would be), he said, “Oh YES! I just LOVE Scrabble!” as he rolled his eyes, an obvious and successfull attempt at sarcasm. Today I asked him to bring back some of my make-up. This should be really interesting.
Oh and we got more great news last night that my friend Amy had her baby baby boy last night, a big boy at just over 9 lbs! Congratulations, AW!!