After my OB appt on Monday, doc put me on bed rest in an effort to lower my blood pressure. I had my follow up visit yesterday and it did not go quite as I'd expected. My bp was still high (147/94) and he decided to admit me to the hospital for additional testing and monitoring. It was as if he'd said "Do not pass go; do not collect $200. Go directly to the hospital." Jason had to work so I was there by myself, and to be perfectly honest, I was terrified. Walking into the l&d area, I thought I was going to cry. It was all I could do to keep it together. The stupid lady from the security desk that insisted I had to be escorted upstairs would not stop talking my ear off and I kinda wanted to slap her. At this point I still didn't know if I was going to be admitted or just there for an hour or two for monitoring so when they showed me to my room, I knew this could be a big deal. I had chatty Cathy as my nurse (ugh...I'm not much of a people person but especially not when I'm alone and scared) and she wouldn't catch a clue that I wasn't amused by her jokes. I'm sure she was just trying to ease my nerves a bit, but it wasn't working. I'd called Jason to meet me there but I knew it would be quite a drive for him to get there and it would take awhile. When things like "if we have to do a c section" come up more than once in the conversation and you begin to realize she doesn't mean in a couple of days, but maybe in a hour or two, you really start wishing your husband was there....like NOW.
After about 4 hours of monitoring and my bp stabilizing, the nurse came back in to see if I'd like to go home. Is that really a question?? Yes, please! She said I could go on one condition- two more days of bed rest...STRICT bed rest this time, then come back and see the dr on Friday. Now being at home is better than being in the hospital any day, but when you aren't even allowed to make your own lunch or wash a load of towels bc you suddenly realized you are out of clean ones, it kind of sucks a little. It's like being on a staycation without the fun of getting to do anything or get anything accomplished. The first day was nice...sleeping in, being lazy, getting caught up on my DVR shows...but now on day 3, I'm not enjoying it so much anymore. I feel so bad for those who have to do this for months on end. It would drive me nuts.
Now, I know that's a lot of complaining when in reality, I am very thankful that this is how it ended yesterday. I could've been wheeled away for emergency surgery without anyone there with me (mind you, my sister and mom were both chomping at the bit to come to the hospital, but A) I didn't know how urgent/serious this was and B) all I really wanted was to have my husband there in that moment.) So here I sit hoping this little girl will decide on her own to go ahead and make her appearance very soon. I'm already nervous about my appointment for tomorrow and how that will end. (And as a side note, J has already been instructed that it would probably be a good idea to go ahead and just plan on meeting my at my dr appt in case we have round 2 at the hospital. I don't want to be waiting for 2 hours for him to get there once again.) Pray for good results, yall!
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