Thursday, January 24, 2013


Around Tuesday morning I started to hatch a secret plan to break myself out of the hospital.  It was around the same time that I noticed that I was being largely ignored by the medical staff except during periods of contraction monitoring.

I must be some sort of freak show because I seriously contract about every 3-6 minutes.  Since Friday anyway.  I've probably been contracting way too frequently for most of this pregnancy.  I think I was about 14 or 16 weeks along when I grabbed Jerry's hand and said, "Feel how tight my belly is right now?  I wonder if these are Braxton Hicks?"  Because that's really what they feel like to me, even now.  I am not in pain.  The contractions do not cause me discomfort or take my breath away, or really bother me physically at all.  I am still dilated to 2 and have some serious cervical erosion occurring if the vaginal ultrasound I had a few days ago is telling the truth.  Yet, I feel fine.  The only reason I even checked into the rural hospital on Friday was because of the regularity of the contractions.  I wasn't even sure I was having them at all.  I thought it could easily be just me being paranoid.  I thought I would be home by 7, laughing at my own neuroses.  But alas, the contraction monitor agreed with me and here we are.

After I had to be fricking airlifted out of the rural hospital and my uterus was having regular contractions over the top of every pharmaceutical intervention they tried, I really thought I was going to have a baby when the magnesium got shut off.  But no.  My body does not do anything that's expected of it.  I'm not complaining.  It's just a fact.  I contract all the time, I have placental abruptions, I have panicky expensive plane rides just for my uterus' amusement. Tuesday I realized that because I was not in pain and felt largely fine, it was only the monitor causing the staff to panic.  I was (and am) still having constant contractions, but they were obviously not going anywhere.  So in my mind I started thinking that if I stayed off the monitors more during the day, I could perhaps convince Dr. VBAC to release me and let me stay in the city until delivery.  Obviously, I cannot go home to the Frontier right now.  But I could at least leave the hospital...

Nursing school must've sharpened my skills at bending medical personnel to my will because it worked, and the Dr agreed with me.  I got discharged yesterday!  Jerry, Roo and I are now safely settled into the hospital's "halfway house" a few blocks away from the hospital, where we will stay until this pregnancy/potential NICU stay is over.  I am so glad to be out of that hospital, I cannot even tell you.  

I'm on full bed rest, of course.  No heavy lifting.  Brief showers, etc.  Lots of laying around. I plan to modify this a bit as to how I feel.  Obviously I cannot go shopping, but I did kneel on the bathroom floor to do Kiddo's bath last night.  It feels so good to be able to take care of my daughter again.  I am likely a very bad candidate for bed rest compliance, but I'm doing my best (I did not mention this to Dr. VBAC).  I'm kind of Type A; it's difficult for me to be still and let everyone else do the work around me.  

I have so much more to post about, but this will have to be it for now.  Another post to come tomorrow!


  1. I'm glad your son is still baking. You're very brave to leave the hospital! I would be the opposite - knocking on the door to get in. When I was pregnant with Miss A, I asked the peri more than once if she could just check me in to the hospital and let me stay there until she was born...I hope you have several more weeks of parole before you have to go back in. :-)

    1. Yeah, I found the 24/7 fetal monitoring to be very soothing. I wouldn't even let them turn the volume down, just made everyone talk over the sound of his heartbeat. It was when they switched me to 4 NSTs a day that I realized I didn't want to hang out there anymore.