Today has some big significance to it. One = I’m 38 weeks! (Holy moly.) Two = It’s Drew’s 30th birthday AND my sweet baby cousin Lyn-Dee’s 5th birthday!! Three = I’m home from the hospital. Oh yes, friends…I did it again and spent 2 days and 1.5 nights in the Ohio State Maternity Center. Longest 36 hours of my life. Wellllll…so far. 😉 But first! A photo montage of our past five weeks…
This entire week my god-awful headaches had returned. On the morning of my weekly baby appointment Drew took my blood pressure and it was high. When I got to the doctor, they took my BP and it was high yet again.
So my adorable doctor says “I’m going to send you over to Labor and Delivery so that you can be monitored. I don’t like these readings.”
I asked her “Am I having the baby?”
She said, “Hopefully not, but it’s possible. And I’m on call until tomorrow afternoon, so that would work out for both of us!”
Do you know why pregnant women shouldn’t drive themselves to the hospital when they are in labor? Because they are a freaking mess. Drew has been to every appointment with me, but has to work during this last month at my scheduled time. So I was solo. And was really keeping it together until I called him, heard his voice and started sobbing – scaring him to death. Drew works at the OSMC as an RN on the SICU floor. So he told me exactly where to park outside the entrance and he’d meet me there. He’s so good. He’s so so good at keeping me calm. (Although I still cried the entire short drive over there and didn’t stop til he hugged me.)
36 hours later…I was FINALLY released. I was so happy to be headed home. We had no bags packed, car seat wasn’t in the car, I had no make up…Drew did a great job at picking a few things up from our house to bring to the hospital, but when I asked for mascara, he brought me this. I love him.
The worst part of our time was my headache that woke me up at 3:00am on Thursday and my blood pressure was outrageous. So they continued to monitor me for almost another full 24 hours. When it began to go down I got excited, but my nurse told me that I would likely be induced in the next hour or so. Do you know how many horror stories I’ve heard about induced labors? (And if you have one….please don’t share it in the comment section. I’m not outta the woods yet.) I started running through every single one of them. Luckily I have great girlfriends who texted, called and supported me through out this ordeal. I love you guys. And I think everyone’s prayers were answered when they decided not to induce me. I was sent home with a list of warning signs, – more headaches, cramps, high BP, etc. but otherwise don’t have any limitations. Halle-freaking-lujah!!
The first thing I did this morning? Packed the baby’s bag. Next on my list? My bag. I will not be caught with my pants down again. Oh! And I’m on my way to Target to get a new robe and jammie set. Why? Because every pair that Drew brought me were disgusting and embarrassing. I, at least, want to feel fresh and clean the next time I head to the hospital. Which could be any day now.
I want to wrap this up (sorry so short, but BBD and I can’t sit at the computer for very long these days…) with my GORGeous maternity photos. My dear friend Jenny blew me away. I love, love, love them!! Go visit her blog! Her facebook page! She’s a kick ass kinda girl and I’m so lucky to have her in my life. 😉 Thank you JBZ!
This is one of my faves.
I have to go back to the couch. And back to planning the next million things I have to get done before this baby makes his true debut. Thank you for your love, support and encouragement as we make our final preparations for this sweet little baby. Oh and does he have a name? Nope. He’ll probably grow up as BBD for life. 😉