So that was fun

May 15th, 2009

A few days ago the baby switched positions or something and I really started to feel him alot less. Like ALOT. Like 2-3 times a day instead of his previous activity of something like…hmmm…40-50 times.

A day.

I also started feeling him differently so I was pretty sure it was because he turned. When I woke up yesterday morning and didn’t feel anything after an hour I called the midwife and left a message saying something to the tune of:

“I don’t want to sound like an alarmist or anything but I’d definitely feeling decreased movement the past day or 2, just wanted to check in with you and see what you think”

She called me back an hour or so later to say she wants me to go to the hospital and have a couple of tests done.

The Hospital.

THE HOSPITAL.

Waaaah!!! I seriously do not like the hospital. I don’t even like doctors which is why I have a midwife (and 900 other reasons but its the first reason) 

I figured she’s say come on in but no. Hrmf. 

Matthew came to get me and we drove over there, it wasnt the shiny hospital in the city that we are delivering in and that I have been to a handful of times, it was a nearby hospital she is affiliated with that I have never been to before and had no idea what to expect.

Things that went through my head on the way to the hospital:

• I do not want to have a baby today (obviously)
• We are moving in 8 days (!!)
• What if I am put on hospital bed rest (scary)
• How will Matthew pack the whole rest of the house (well im not really that much help)
• If we have the baby today how long do we have to decide on the name (oh jeez)
• I’m glad I am wearing socks (I seriously need a pedicure)

We found our way to L&D and before I even filled out paperwork I met the midwife on call and a nice nurse who said why don’t you just fill those out in the room while you are waiting to be seen.

“Cool” I said, “but first show me to your bathroom” (because we already felt like old pals)

She said “its right in your room and can you fill this up please.”

Well weren’t we a match made in heaven!

I got on the table and they hooked me up to this machine, and within about .1000 of a second we heard the baby’s heartbeat all thumpa thumpa and totally fine. 

Now I wasn’t worried that he wasn’t fine, because I did feel him moving around. Just not a lot. That’s apparently a warning sign of low fluid and cord problems so its pretty serious. 

They gave me a button to hit when I felt him moving and would you know he was like having a little solo baby dance party action in there. What the heck! I felt like a complete and total ass. Relieved for sure, you know. But with a side of ass.

Nice Midwife came in and asked me some q’s. Mentioned that his heartbeat printout was the prettiest she’s seen in a long time. I’m not 100% sure what that meant but I know its good!

Here, maybe you can decide:

What? That means nothing to you??

Yeah.

That’s why we started taking pictures. Not much else to do. I just sat there drinking my water till the midwife came back and said she called our midwife who said to send me home. K. fine.

but first…!

First she pointed to the little cup I filled up earlier and asked if it was mine 

then…then…then she said…THAT IS THE PERFECT EXAMPLE OF HOW IT SHOULD LOOK!!

my pee! She complimented my pee!

I was so proud! SOOOO PROOOOUD!

 

 

Then we left. I think the lessons learned here are:
call your midwife/dr if you feel weird, drink more water, always wear socks

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