T-Rex was due November 12, but showed no interest in leaving. The doctor was concerned that he was starting to get too big and wanted to try and get things moving so a C-section would be less likely. We were scheduled to be induced on Wednesday, November 14 at 7:30 in the evening. Here's that story.
Laura of the Hollywood Housewife announced her Day in the Life
challenge for November 14, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity
to photodocument the last day of our lives before T-Rex came along. You
know. This is what the house looked like, where Mommy and Daddy worked
at the time, what the weather was like and what we ate and wore.
it started out great. I did a little photo tour of the house,
photographed the dogs and the rabbit and the DDH dressed for work. I'll
spare you all the boring photo details (though if you're curious about
the famous yellow plaid wallpaper, check it out on Instagram, where I'm @ktindeed).
Then, on my way to work, a big SUV tried to cross the four-lane road on
which I was traveling. She made it across three lanes...but not the
lane I was in. I slammed right into her rear passenger wheel-well.
I think I spent about two minutes sitting the
car where it landed, screaming, before I managed to pull off onto the
side street where her car had ended up, climb out, and start taking care
of everything. I called work to let them know I'd be late and called
the DDH to come rescue me, and neither of them could understand what I
was saying--I was shaking so badly I couldn't talk clearly. My throat
hurt for days from the screaming.
But, my ridiculous
overreaction aside, everything was apparently fine. She had three kids
in the backseat, and they were all ok. I wasn't experiencing any
cramping or anything, so T-Rex was probably safe.
was okay, though her car was not driveable. Subie was in the shop for
almost two weeks (that's the thing about Subarus. They're tough little
cars and they last forever, but when something does go wrong, it takes
an absolute eternity to get the parts--shops don't tend to keep them on
finally made it in to work after taking Subie to the shop and picking up
a rental car. I then proceeded to work like mad to leave everything in
order before I left, which I think I actually managed to do (except I
think I might have left a flash drive of photos in my computer there,
because I can't find it anywhere at home. Hmph).
home and putzed around putting everything in order. I wrote up
directions for caring for the animals, made sure everything was packed
for the hospital stay, that the guest beds were made up for when my
parents arrived. Took a nap.
The DDH came home and we
had a celebratory "last meal" at McAllister's, then headed off to the
hospital--excited, nervous, but thinking that either way, this was it.
As Mom told me later, "I knew when the wreck didn't send you into labor
that there was no way you were having that baby yet." Sigh.
nurse checked me into the hospital. I signed all the paperwork, donned
the hideous gown, accepted the little IV valve in my wrist. I still was
dilated not even to one. The nurse dosed me with misoprostol and said she'd
check back in four hours.
We hung out in the room, watching Hulu. We napped. Four hours passed. Nothing. I was now maybe
a one. The nurse gave me another dose. After waiting the requisite
hour, we got up and paced around the hospital. I walked laps around the
labor and delivery floor and then around the deserted main lobby. I set
up an Instagram account and uploaded all my Day In The Life photos.
was having contractions now. They were short and not super strong, but
also really close together. When we returned upstairs, the nurse put the
monitor on and said she couldn't give me another dose of the medicine
yet because the contractions were coming too close together. Yet I was
still only dilated to maybe a one and a half. This was getting
We hung out some more. Tried to get some
sleep. Eventually the monitor said the contractions were far enough
apart and the nurse gave me another dose of the medicine. We did sleep
then, for awhile.
Morning came, and another nurse, and
ineffective contractions too close together. The DDH left to feed the
dogs and get some breakfast. He returned with the news that some Amish
people were having a bake sale in the lobby. We petitioned the nurses to
let me eat (supposedly I was only allowed clear liquids this whole
time), and they agreed. We trekked down to the lobby and bought cinnamon
rolls and pumpkin bread and brownies (and some for the nurses as well).
This pretty much continued all day: mild, ineffectual contractions. Lots of walking. More doses of misoprostol. Continued lack of progression.
That evening, they decided to give me a different cervical ripening agent. This one eventually caused really severe cramping, but proved to be no more effective than the misoprostol. My body just was not in the least interested in giving birth yet. So they sent us home.
To be continued...