Just Released
I just got back from being in the hospital this weekend. And it SUCKED. I went in this past Friday night after being too worried about this baby. I couldn't stand not knowing if I really am farther along or not.
I had Az drive me to the maternity unit of the hospital I'll be delivering at and waited until about 11pm for the nurse to call me back and ask me all of her questions. I explained that I thought Joran was farther along than what people thought as she hooked me up to a fetal heart monitor as well as a contraction monitor. It wasn't until 1am the 13th that a doctor finally came in to see me. She said she couldn't do much and asked me if I wanted her to check if I had dialated. My response was that I wanted her to do whatever test was necessary in order to determine if my suspicions were right. She then checked my cervix and told me that I had dialated 2-3cm. She then told me she was going to have me admitted for 24hr observation and that I would be receiving injections to stop whatever contractions I was having, as well as steriod shots to help with Joran's lung development. About 1/2hr later, a nurse came and disconnected me from the monitors, moved me to my room, then reconnected me to the room's fetal heart and contraction monitors.
Around 2:55am another nurse came in and gave me the contraction-stopping injections and a steriod shot. One of the ones for contractions gave me street drug-like symptoms such as: increased heart-rate, shaking like a severely diabetic person who's sugar level's drastically dropped, and inability to sleep. She even gave me a pill to put me to sleep. I fought to stay awake, but a few hours after I took it, I fell asleep. I didn't wake up until a nurse came in to check on me, who was followed shortly by a doctor. The doctor had come in to check on me as well, and it wasn't until I told her I still hadn't had my test done, she asked me which one, and when I told her, she ran the test. (It was just a simple test that determined whether I would go into labor within the next couple weeks.) The nurse and the doctor both left, and I fell asleep once again.
Hours later, my nurse came back and when I asked her about the results, she said it had come back positive, but that I shouldn't get my hopes up since there was a posibility it could have been a "false" positive, meaning I wouldn't go into labor within the next few weeks.
About 4 or 5 hours later, my dad and his entire side of the family walked into my room to visit me. (8/13/05 was supposed to be the day of my deceased grandfather's memorial service, held by his son, their wives and children, and his sisters. Since I wasn't able to attend it, they wanted to visit me to see how I was doing.) They joked around with me, talked to me and gave a hard time, just like they've always done. They stayed there with Az and I until it was time for the service. Then we were by ourselves all over again.
We watched TV, played cards and talked until we finally went to sleep around 2am today.
A nurse came in around 8 this morning to tell me that everything was alright and that I would be able to go home. Minutes later she came back in and had me sign some papers, then gave me some prescriptions to stop whatever contractions I had until Oct. 8th. She disconnected the monitors from me, then said I could get dressed.
I left the hospital at 8:30 this morning and I've been home ever since.
I had Az drive me to the maternity unit of the hospital I'll be delivering at and waited until about 11pm for the nurse to call me back and ask me all of her questions. I explained that I thought Joran was farther along than what people thought as she hooked me up to a fetal heart monitor as well as a contraction monitor. It wasn't until 1am the 13th that a doctor finally came in to see me. She said she couldn't do much and asked me if I wanted her to check if I had dialated. My response was that I wanted her to do whatever test was necessary in order to determine if my suspicions were right. She then checked my cervix and told me that I had dialated 2-3cm. She then told me she was going to have me admitted for 24hr observation and that I would be receiving injections to stop whatever contractions I was having, as well as steriod shots to help with Joran's lung development. About 1/2hr later, a nurse came and disconnected me from the monitors, moved me to my room, then reconnected me to the room's fetal heart and contraction monitors.
Around 2:55am another nurse came in and gave me the contraction-stopping injections and a steriod shot. One of the ones for contractions gave me street drug-like symptoms such as: increased heart-rate, shaking like a severely diabetic person who's sugar level's drastically dropped, and inability to sleep. She even gave me a pill to put me to sleep. I fought to stay awake, but a few hours after I took it, I fell asleep. I didn't wake up until a nurse came in to check on me, who was followed shortly by a doctor. The doctor had come in to check on me as well, and it wasn't until I told her I still hadn't had my test done, she asked me which one, and when I told her, she ran the test. (It was just a simple test that determined whether I would go into labor within the next couple weeks.) The nurse and the doctor both left, and I fell asleep once again.
Hours later, my nurse came back and when I asked her about the results, she said it had come back positive, but that I shouldn't get my hopes up since there was a posibility it could have been a "false" positive, meaning I wouldn't go into labor within the next few weeks.
About 4 or 5 hours later, my dad and his entire side of the family walked into my room to visit me. (8/13/05 was supposed to be the day of my deceased grandfather's memorial service, held by his son, their wives and children, and his sisters. Since I wasn't able to attend it, they wanted to visit me to see how I was doing.) They joked around with me, talked to me and gave a hard time, just like they've always done. They stayed there with Az and I until it was time for the service. Then we were by ourselves all over again.
We watched TV, played cards and talked until we finally went to sleep around 2am today.
A nurse came in around 8 this morning to tell me that everything was alright and that I would be able to go home. Minutes later she came back in and had me sign some papers, then gave me some prescriptions to stop whatever contractions I had until Oct. 8th. She disconnected the monitors from me, then said I could get dressed.
I left the hospital at 8:30 this morning and I've been home ever since.
posted by Heshuutnah at 9:58 PM
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