I had a follow up appointment with my OB/GYN at 11:45am on Wednesday, January 31st. My weight had stabilized, which was good, but my blood pressure was hovering somewhere around 180/110 (this on 4 doses of 500mg of Aldomet a day) and I was spilling so much protein the little sticks in the office couldn't really calculate it. I had no option at that point.
My doctor talked with me about induction and how he would proceed. He also told me that C-Sections are always a last option for him, reiterating a point he made at the very first appointment I had with him.
"If I say C-Section," he began.
"You mean it," I finished for him.
Melbourne asked how soon the induction would begin. The doctor told him that we would know something by 6:00pm.
I was already prepared this time. I had my bags packed and Mom was with me. We made a quick stop at the market for snacks for Mom and Melbourne and we headed to the hospital.
I checked in and waited, and waited, and waited. I knew I was supposed to be getting lab work and the baby was to be monitored but it took several hours to get that all accomplished. We asked a nurse what time induction would happen and she said that I would be moved to a labour suite around 6:00am and then induction would start around 7:00am. So I sent Melbourne and Mom home - no point in them waiting around in an uncomfortably crowded room (I was sharing a room at this point and we only had one chair on my side and my roommate had about 6 or so visitors at one point.)
I decided to try and get some rest and put in my ear plugs and turned off my light around 9:00pm. Minutes later my doctor (who I hadn't seen since my appointment earlier in the day) walked in.
To be continued . . .
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What! Go on!
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