Go home
Of course, last night was a non-event at the old Labor & Delivery ward. I got there, got hooked up to a monitor and lookee lookee, contractions!
But my cervix was competent as ever, well as competent as the stitch can make it, and the contractions weren't causing cervical changes. So I was monitored for about three hours and then they deemed me worthy of going home.
Home in a snowstorm. By myself. At 1:30 in the a.m. And yes, I did indeed drive myself to the hospital. I am a big girl, I can do it.
Having a traveling husband kind of sucks the big one. He couldn't come home last night because of the snow, so he wasn't here to begin with. But even if he was, he would have had to stay with Jack, so he would not have come anyway.
The hospital staff probably feels bad for me that I am a single mom, going at it alone.
Anyway. All is well on the cervical front. Contractions slowed down and then stopped and now I just have them when I bend over. You know, to pick up toys or sort laundry. I think there is a message in there somewhere.
But my cervix was competent as ever, well as competent as the stitch can make it, and the contractions weren't causing cervical changes. So I was monitored for about three hours and then they deemed me worthy of going home.
Home in a snowstorm. By myself. At 1:30 in the a.m. And yes, I did indeed drive myself to the hospital. I am a big girl, I can do it.
Having a traveling husband kind of sucks the big one. He couldn't come home last night because of the snow, so he wasn't here to begin with. But even if he was, he would have had to stay with Jack, so he would not have come anyway.
The hospital staff probably feels bad for me that I am a single mom, going at it alone.
Anyway. All is well on the cervical front. Contractions slowed down and then stopped and now I just have them when I bend over. You know, to pick up toys or sort laundry. I think there is a message in there somewhere.
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posted by Amy at
1:45 PM
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Yeah, my dad traveled for his job when I was growing up and there was always a long running joke with the neighbors during snowstorms: "well, it looks like we gotta go dig the widder Butler out again." and then they'd all come over and shovel the snow so my mom didn't have to do it.
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