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July 18, 2003
I’m fast fast popping in here for an update, I’m strapped for time and worse, a little wired because of it.
In a nutshell? 72 hours from now the baby will be here. For real. Three kids. No control.
This week I started hustling, holy smokes did I have THIS MANY things to do. I was so sure if only I mopped my floors, I could kick things off. But wouldn’t you know, I’m never really right about the things I’m so sure about. Nothing happened, but I started swelling. Off to the case room I went for a non-stress test. While it took a while to get a good reaction from the baby, it did finally get wound up and I went off on my way. The next day I saw Dr. Bray. I know my blood pressure has been creeping up, but when he said his wife has seen me shopping all over the west island (e-gad), it only went higher.
While he went about the cervix check (I’m at 3cms, for all that housework I puffed through, I should have been at least 5!), I did my usual spiel about not waiting another two weeks, he simply mentioned I will negotiate till the end. He went back into his office and wrapped up a call just as I meandered in. I gave my fight one last shot. He listened, I threw in the towel. Then just as I was leaving he said I was booked for Monday. I’m having the baby Monday. WHAT???!! Was he for real??? When he nodded, I swear I leaped. He told me I HAD to take it easy till then, had to go to the case room Friday for my last NST, and reminded me I’m at risk for placental abruption. I said I understood, he asked again, if I really understood how serious that is. Yes. Yes. Yes. But holy Hannah, Monday??!!!! WOW.
This morning was the NST and I thought it was routine till I came back from peeing in the cup. The nurse, who had just gone over the readings, said she needed to put me back on. The baby’s heart rate had decelerated. She spoke to Dr. Bray and he came in. The nurse said he said it was the cord. I asked what that meant and she suggested it was laying on it, around the neck (though she also said 80% of babies have the cord around the neck), or grabbing it. They kept me on the monitor for another hour. When Dr. Bray came in and looked at the reading, I asked him what could be wrong with the cord. He was obviously annoyed the nurse had told me anything, I could feel her about to get in trouble. He said I wasn’t allowed any information because I would only get on the computer and freak myself out. End of story. But more than ever I have to count movements and go straight in if in the next couple days, I don’t feel them.
Things felt so smooth sailing, everything was ready, my ventilation ducts are cleaned even and wouldn’t you know it, now I can’t help but really fret over fluke freak umbilical cord crisis’s. Matthew had the cord twice around his neck. But then again, Dr. Bray wouldn’t have sent me home if he was REALLY concerned. Right?
On Monday, Remo will call my phone a friend (Barb, you’re IT!!!) to get an update on the board. I hope to have a chance over the weekend to hit the board one last time and catch up on a couple diaries before life as I knew it takes even more juggling. I told Dr. Bray this morning I wouldn’t mind postponing all this for another year. He smugly said it’s what he had suggested I do in the first place.
My own worst enemy.
And worse, still no names.
Allisun
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