but now I'm not. I'm kind of frustrated because things turned out so silly.
I just went into the hospital to get checked, because I had been feeling all pre-labour-y for a couple of days, and I had some contractions starting. Since my labour with ds2 was only 3 hrs and 15 min, I thought I should go and see right away, even though they weren't very intense contratctions.
SO, I get the boys shipped off to our friends' house, who inform us that they are going out at 6:30, so they will pass the boys off to someone else for the night if need be.
Then we get to the hospital and I see (to my dismay) that the nurse in charge is the same one that couldn't tell I was 10cm dialated last time. And I find out that my dr is out of town right now, and that the doctor on call is busy and can't see me right away -- in fact they're not even sure if he's in the hospital, and one nurse thinks they've asked him to come up and check me, but the other nurse is not so sure.
Then they hook me up to the non-stress test machine for 30 min. to determine that yes, indeed, I am not lying that I am having contractions. Then we wait for the doctor some more. I went in around 2:30 and its now about 4pm. I'm having contractions about every 5 min, but they're not super intense. Finally the nurse decides that she will check me, around 4:30, and she thinks I am around 4 cm dialated, but my cervix hasn't moved forward yet, so I"m still probably pretty far away. So now I"m thinking, "Okay, so now I can go home?".
Then they tell me that the doctor on call, (who has still not appeared) is off at 6 (it is now 5pm), and there is no doctor on call for deliveries that night, and they can't get a hold of my doctor, so I should find out wether I have ambulance coverage or not and wether I want to drive an hour to the nearest hospital or two hours to the bigger city hospital. At this point I sit down, stop walking or trying to do anything to help labour along, becuase there's not way I'm going to help labour progress only to be driven to the nearest city in major labour, when I could just be having light contractions.
And meanwhile, I'm thinking "I should have just stayed at home. Now my kids are going to be shuffled around, I'm hungry and tired but no one will give me any food in case I kick into major labour, and they want me to put on their stupid hospital clothes and answer a hundred questions so they can sign me in when I'm barely having contractions anymore." And my husband is getting hungry and grumpy because there is no cafeteria in the hospital, just some vending machines.
Finally, the nurse comes and tells me that my doctor is now going to drive home from the city (2 hrs) and so she is going to admit me to the hospital and I have to stay until he gets there.
So I get admitted and sent to a room, dh goes to pick up some food and check on the boys, and I answer all their questions and then go to sleep, because I am worn out and tired and not having any contractions at all anymore.
Long(er) story short, the doctor drives all the way in just to confirm that I am indeed only 4 cm and the cervix is still really far back. He tells me I can go home and gives me something to help me sleep, saying that a good rest might get the labour progressing again.
No such luck. I slept well last night, picked up my boys in the morning (they could have just slept here and been saved the ordeal, as they will now have to probably go through it again) and we went through our day as normal.
Except that dh is a minster and missed church, which was a joint service out of town 30 min, so he didn't want to go in case I went into labour, and now all the old ladies in our church are calling us every 2 hrs to find out if I'm still in labour and if I've given birth or not because they want to be the first one to tell the gossip to everyone else. And now dh is grumpy because HE didn't get anything to put him to sleep last night, so he was up worrying all night long . . .
Arg. Oh well, I guess baby has decided that after all that hassle s/he had better stay put until things calm down a bit.
I just went into the hospital to get checked, because I had been feeling all pre-labour-y for a couple of days, and I had some contractions starting. Since my labour with ds2 was only 3 hrs and 15 min, I thought I should go and see right away, even though they weren't very intense contratctions.
SO, I get the boys shipped off to our friends' house, who inform us that they are going out at 6:30, so they will pass the boys off to someone else for the night if need be.
Then we get to the hospital and I see (to my dismay) that the nurse in charge is the same one that couldn't tell I was 10cm dialated last time. And I find out that my dr is out of town right now, and that the doctor on call is busy and can't see me right away -- in fact they're not even sure if he's in the hospital, and one nurse thinks they've asked him to come up and check me, but the other nurse is not so sure.
Then they hook me up to the non-stress test machine for 30 min. to determine that yes, indeed, I am not lying that I am having contractions. Then we wait for the doctor some more. I went in around 2:30 and its now about 4pm. I'm having contractions about every 5 min, but they're not super intense. Finally the nurse decides that she will check me, around 4:30, and she thinks I am around 4 cm dialated, but my cervix hasn't moved forward yet, so I"m still probably pretty far away. So now I"m thinking, "Okay, so now I can go home?".
Then they tell me that the doctor on call, (who has still not appeared) is off at 6 (it is now 5pm), and there is no doctor on call for deliveries that night, and they can't get a hold of my doctor, so I should find out wether I have ambulance coverage or not and wether I want to drive an hour to the nearest hospital or two hours to the bigger city hospital. At this point I sit down, stop walking or trying to do anything to help labour along, becuase there's not way I'm going to help labour progress only to be driven to the nearest city in major labour, when I could just be having light contractions.
And meanwhile, I'm thinking "I should have just stayed at home. Now my kids are going to be shuffled around, I'm hungry and tired but no one will give me any food in case I kick into major labour, and they want me to put on their stupid hospital clothes and answer a hundred questions so they can sign me in when I'm barely having contractions anymore." And my husband is getting hungry and grumpy because there is no cafeteria in the hospital, just some vending machines.
Finally, the nurse comes and tells me that my doctor is now going to drive home from the city (2 hrs) and so she is going to admit me to the hospital and I have to stay until he gets there.
So I get admitted and sent to a room, dh goes to pick up some food and check on the boys, and I answer all their questions and then go to sleep, because I am worn out and tired and not having any contractions at all anymore.
Long(er) story short, the doctor drives all the way in just to confirm that I am indeed only 4 cm and the cervix is still really far back. He tells me I can go home and gives me something to help me sleep, saying that a good rest might get the labour progressing again.
No such luck. I slept well last night, picked up my boys in the morning (they could have just slept here and been saved the ordeal, as they will now have to probably go through it again) and we went through our day as normal.
Except that dh is a minster and missed church, which was a joint service out of town 30 min, so he didn't want to go in case I went into labour, and now all the old ladies in our church are calling us every 2 hrs to find out if I'm still in labour and if I've given birth or not because they want to be the first one to tell the gossip to everyone else. And now dh is grumpy because HE didn't get anything to put him to sleep last night, so he was up worrying all night long . . .
Arg. Oh well, I guess baby has decided that after all that hassle s/he had better stay put until things calm down a bit.
The childcare issue can be a big deal, I know!
