Shes been here for 2 weeks now
6/13
About 2 thursdays I went to my prenatal appointment only to be sent to the E.R to be induced for labor. Yeah. Nervous,annoyed and close to ditching the appointment all together I made my way to south philly a little bit disheartened that I hadn't heard from my Michael Elliott who claimed he'd go with me if I'd buy him water ice. Ironically I was trying to get an acquaintance of mine to buy me a $7 pineapple treat filled with water ice. You see they hollow out the pineapple a bit and fill it with your choice of water ice fruit and candy. Letting you know now I still haven't gotten one.
Back to the story. I get down there, I'm a bit late because I walked from board and Oregon, I go through the covid checks before I'm allowed in and I waddle up to the check in counter. My nurse was at the counter waiting. I get granted access and whisked to the back prepared to pee and anxious about what the scale would say. Before pregnancy I was 156, upon the weight in:215. They running through the usuals when the nurse gets quiet doing my blood pressure. During the pregnancy its and been up and down due to stress. They've even given me a BP machine to check it myself at home. If you know me, you know I'm not checking that shit. They escort me to anothet room where they tell me strip and put on this gown. They gotta measure my stomach and make sure she's positioned right. The nurse remarks that my stomach is all baby. I wss too. She leaves, comes back and drops the bomb on me: due to my BP being high the passed two tines I've been here they recommend I go to the ER to be induced. I'm floored and I don't want to go. I make excuses. Tell them I don't have my baby bag. She tells me to call someone. I text my sisters and the circus begins.
They tell me go eat something, which hospital I'm going to and to have my sister meet me. Jasmine volunteered as tribute. I wander out the clinic, dazed, my phone blowing up, but for some reason still dont want to go to the hospital. I try to get in touch with Drew and no response. Zena calls me, she's going to get the baby bag ready for my sister which I'm grateful for. We talked but i then realised I had to call Brittney and explain what's happening. Originally my choosen birthing partner, I had to explain to her only one may enter the hospital with me and that one couldn't leave until the child was born and would be the only one allowed in during my hospital stay. Brittney weren't giving up work hours for that. But Jasmine
Could.
Still in a weird denial I wandered Chinatown in search of bubble tea to go with my sushi until my sister and friend Jennifer yelled at me.
I gave in and made it to the hospital. All my midwives I met during my whole pregnancy were there. This will be several entries. I'll continue in the next post.
About 2 thursdays I went to my prenatal appointment only to be sent to the E.R to be induced for labor. Yeah. Nervous,annoyed and close to ditching the appointment all together I made my way to south philly a little bit disheartened that I hadn't heard from my Michael Elliott who claimed he'd go with me if I'd buy him water ice. Ironically I was trying to get an acquaintance of mine to buy me a $7 pineapple treat filled with water ice. You see they hollow out the pineapple a bit and fill it with your choice of water ice fruit and candy. Letting you know now I still haven't gotten one.
Back to the story. I get down there, I'm a bit late because I walked from board and Oregon, I go through the covid checks before I'm allowed in and I waddle up to the check in counter. My nurse was at the counter waiting. I get granted access and whisked to the back prepared to pee and anxious about what the scale would say. Before pregnancy I was 156, upon the weight in:215. They running through the usuals when the nurse gets quiet doing my blood pressure. During the pregnancy its and been up and down due to stress. They've even given me a BP machine to check it myself at home. If you know me, you know I'm not checking that shit. They escort me to anothet room where they tell me strip and put on this gown. They gotta measure my stomach and make sure she's positioned right. The nurse remarks that my stomach is all baby. I wss too. She leaves, comes back and drops the bomb on me: due to my BP being high the passed two tines I've been here they recommend I go to the ER to be induced. I'm floored and I don't want to go. I make excuses. Tell them I don't have my baby bag. She tells me to call someone. I text my sisters and the circus begins.
They tell me go eat something, which hospital I'm going to and to have my sister meet me. Jasmine volunteered as tribute. I wander out the clinic, dazed, my phone blowing up, but for some reason still dont want to go to the hospital. I try to get in touch with Drew and no response. Zena calls me, she's going to get the baby bag ready for my sister which I'm grateful for. We talked but i then realised I had to call Brittney and explain what's happening. Originally my choosen birthing partner, I had to explain to her only one may enter the hospital with me and that one couldn't leave until the child was born and would be the only one allowed in during my hospital stay. Brittney weren't giving up work hours for that. But Jasmine
Could.
Still in a weird denial I wandered Chinatown in search of bubble tea to go with my sushi until my sister and friend Jennifer yelled at me.
I gave in and made it to the hospital. All my midwives I met during my whole pregnancy were there. This will be several entries. I'll continue in the next post.