Tomorrow is baby day, as proclaimed by the doctors without the magic hands.
I went in today for a little no-stress test action, all while awaiting the results of Not Fun Impending Doom Relatively Useless Lab Test. When I got there they told me that they were showing the lab test results to a doctor (prescription pad happy nurse lady was not making this decision) to see if I needed to be induced ... protein levels are high again, and apparently that's not good.
And so they basically decided to induce me now-ish, and the only slot they had open for such fun is tomorrow ... and so tomorrow is baby day (!!!!)
The way it works at Madigan, however, is that if scheduled for induction you call the labor and delivery folks on your Baby Day at about 5:30 a.m. (aka TOO EARLY) to see if they have room for you to come ... if they are super busy you call back in a few hours. If they are not you go in right there and get the ball rolling.
And since inductions can take for-ev-er tomorrow could literally be the LONGEST DAY EVER regardless of whether I go in first thing or ... later. You may be hearing from me again tomorrow as my mind melts waiting .. and waiting ... and waiting.
Fortunatly Luke has the day off whether we get in early or not, and it's supposed to be nice ... so if we must wait at least we can wait while getting some sunshine. Awesome.
As soon as they said "you can come tomorrow to be induced" I started to freak out a little bit. I mean, I know I'm going to have a baby at Any Moment, but it's still scary when you sit down and really think about it actually happening. REALLY SCARY. I rushed home and started frantically cleaning things, and finishing getting the room in order (guess what??? The Army Crap got put away! Whoa). I put some flowers in a pot or two or three. I finished the dishes. I cleaned the bath tub. I made a list of stuff I dont want to forget tomorrow.
And Luke and I went out for dinner -- a kind of last hurrah, if you will. I mean, that's the last time we'll be able to go out for a nice dinner for like 18 years without worrying about a baby sitter or what The Kid is doing in our absence. Geez. Freaking. Out. Today was the day I could run errands without a child, was the last time I can drink copious ammounts of caffiene without worrying whether it will keep you know who up to all hours for at least the next 8-ish months, and so on and so forth.
I don't think I thought this whole have a baby thing through before I decided to do it. Sigh.
Anyway, please pray for me tomorrow. Now that it's here there's a lot of things I am afraid of ... I guess that's the beauty of NOT scheduling it -- no time to freak out. Among my worries:
-- Getting an IV put in. That HURTS!
-- A variety of other pain worries, including labor and needles and more labor and ... yeah. Pain.
-- What if he's ... not perfect? What if there's something really wrong with him? What will I do?
-- C-Section. I REALLY dont want one .. but what if I have to?
-- What if I get sick during? What will Luke do?
And so on ... fortunatly God is in control. Gotta keep reminding myself of that.
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