I was talking with my mom a few days ok and jokingly laughed about what if I was on bedrest, I could sleep for the rest of the pregnancy and just stay at home...little did I know, that was nothing to joke about.
Yesterday, I went in for my glucose test and blood draw. After providing the normal urine sample and sitting down for a blood draw (eek, always hate that), the nurse proceeds to take my blood pressure and I would be on my way. She looked at me and said, "wow, that's high." I said, "how high?" "143/100." Wow, that was high. The doctor sent me to a back exam room to lay down for about 20 minutes and she would return to retake my pressure and hopefully I would be on my way then. David was getting nervous because he needed to return to work...and he didn't think the appointment would last longer than 10 minutes. After about a half hour, the doctor took another blood pressure, and what do you know, it was still very high. She said, "Now, Amber, we are going to hook you up to the fetal stress monitor and keep checking this blood pressure, but if it doesn't go down, I am sending you over to labor/delivery to be checked all day." I thought, oh my gosh this is scary now. I started to tear up thinking that being admitted to the hospital was no joke and something I wanted to avoid. I tried my hardest to rest and relax for that next 10 minutes. After one more high reading, they sent me over to the hospital. It was literally like a walk of shame...I felt that I failed for myself and my daughter. Even though the walk was only 5 seconds long, it seemed like forever.
I mentioned to David as we walked into the door, passing by carseats and newborn babies, that this is just a practice run, we are going to be ok. Hey, we atleast know where we are going now when I really need to be here. I was in the hospital bed for nearly 4.5 hours. Waiting patiently for my blood pressure readings and listening to the thump thump of baby girl's heartbeat. The nurses were absolutely amazing, they take good care of the patients. Within my 4.5 hour stay, I saw beds come and go, some with babies and some with a big belly. It was a big wake up call to be sitting in that position. It could very well had been me being whisked away to delivery...only me at 11 weeks early.
David and I watched a little CMT, laughed a little, and tried to make the time go by as quick as possible. Oh, did I mention I had TWO blood draws within 2 hours...OUCH, no thanks. In the same arm, I might add. After the blood work came back normal, the doctor was puzzled. He had no idea why I had such a big spike. My opinion is that my body had a bad reaction to the huge amount of glucose I drank that morning. It's a mystery.
So, now I am on bedrest until further notice with the possibility of no travel unless things "magically" go back to normal. *crosses fingers* I have another appointment in the morning with an ultrasound and another blood pressure check. I pray that everything looks ok, but then again, I kind of hope they can find an answer as to why this all happened. It would make me feel 100 x better to know the cause of this episode. I shall see tomorrow what the future holds.
In light of yesterday, I feel that being admitted was a major wake up call...not to the fact that I am unhealthy, but to the fact that labor really is only 10-11 weeks away...and possibly 5-6 weeks if I end up in the preeclampsia category. Wow, I don't think I am ready. I know that the doctors and nurses will take good care of me and insure nothing bad happens to me or the baby. I felt very safe in their hands and I know the future is bright. I just want my baby girl to be full term before she starts breathing real air. I don't think I could emotionally handle a premature delivery. Not at the moment anyways. But, whatever happens will happen and all I can do is hope that I am prepared.
Until next time...
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