September 13th. Went back the next day and met with my regular doctor. He took my blood pressure 3 times and ordered me downstairs to the lab for more blood work and a urine test and a Non-Stress Test for first thing Monday morning. There's just nothing like having a pee jug in the fridge where your milk carton should be.
September 14th. Got a call from the doctors office that my lab was fine but just to be on the 'safe side' my doctor wanted to a 24 hour urine test to compare to the one I did at the beginning of my pregnancy. Back up the doctors office I go to pick up the giant stinky pee jug.
So I had to do the pee thing on Sunday and bring it back in on Monday to the lab before my non stress test. So again, that would be September 17th that I was back at the doctors office. At this point I was getting annoyed because then on the 18th I had an appointment that was supposed to be with my regular OB that ended up getting rescheduled with a different doctor for later in the same day because my regular doctor was going to be out of town that week. I was throughoutly annoyed at this point spending more time at the doctors office than at home, not to mention that it was almost a half hour away from my house, so going back and forth was starting to get a little old for the gas tank as well.
So, the morning of the 18th my alarm goes off, I reach over to hit the snooze only to realize it's not my alarm but my doctor's office calling. My first thought was at least they're calling to cancel my appointment before I get there. "This is Dr. Leath's nurse calling, we need to cancel your appointment" (insert eye roll here) "because we're going to need you to come over to labor and delivery and get induced today."
I believe I dropped an F'Bomb on this poor lady and possibly a "shut the front door." Then I started to bawl my eyes out. John was starting a 24 hour shift on staff duty. I called him in an epic panic. He thought I was joking. Then I cried harder. Once he realized he wasn't kidding, I think he went into more of a panic mode than I did. I hung up and called my mom while he ran around trying to find someone to take his shift. (At this time, I would like to extend a thank you to baby Maddie for getting us out of the next days FRG meeting.)
Then I called my mom crying, then she started crying. Finally after all the boo-boo kitty tears, I cleaned up the apartment and took a shower while I waited for John to get home.
Got to the hospital and went up to labor and delivery to check in and re-confirmed that I was actually supposed to be there because I was still pretty much in shock, especially since I was only 36 weeks along. It had been a long standing joke between John and I that it would be hilarious if I ended up delivering before his brother since they got pregnant first but we got married first. This turned out to not be so funny at this point.
We got checked in and they let me have one last meal since it was going to be a long process, so John ran across the street to Jimmy Johns and we got the show on the road....
Until we didn't. After about an hour of nothing happening we waited another hour and nothing continued to happen...to me. At that point I was place on oxygen because her heart rate kept dropping with each little pathetic contraction I was having. After about another hour yet a different nurse came in and went elbows deep in my lady parts. Nothing was happening still and the oxygen wasn't helping.
20 minutes later, my doctor of the day comes in and explained the situation that I had most feared, we could tough it out and see what would happen which could go into the next day or so and then as my contractions progessed her heart rate could drop more, I could be at risk for seizures because I was so preeclamptic, or we could get it over with and have a c-section in 45 minutes. She did a quick ultrasound to measure the baby and see where she was positioned. She was head down and around 6 pounds. We were ready to go.
So in the words of Barney..."suit up!"
John was much more thrilled than I was
So I got wheeled back, got a needle shoved into my back. That part really wasn't as awful as I thought it would be, though it did give me an awful case of the shakes and my teeth were chattering a million miles a minute. Not sure if it was the drugs or being scared shitless. My arms got taped down straight out from my sides so I wouldn't be tempted to start 'helping' so I got to lay on the table strapped down like Jesus and get cut open.
At that point, time basically stood still and I could feel was slight pushing and pulling as they were cutting and digging around down there. I'm not sure how long it took exactly but at 6pm on the dot, little miss Madeline Grace came into the world...a whole lot tinier than anyone expected.
Maddie was all of 4 pounds 4 ounces and 16 inches long. Ontop of being 4 weeks early, her cord was knotted up and apparently my placenta looked old and worn out. I didn't look but I'll take their word for it. John stood up and looked over the curtain for about 15 seconds before he decided that was enough.
We stayed in the hospital for 5 days, my ass (yes, literally my ass) has never been in so much pain. My butt hurt worse from the bed than I ever did from the actually surgery. I was glad to get out of there and go back to real life.