Leading up to David's Birth: Part II Monday

After settling in, Joel left me around 2 or 3am and went home to Emma.  I didn't want Emma to wake up in the morning to someone different.  She had already had enough changes with being watched by friends lately that I didn't want her to freak out and not have at least one of us there.  After he left, they had to get the bloodworm they didn't get while in the triage room.  They were supposed to pull it from the IV they started, but they didn't want to chance clogging it up, after all that they I went through to get it.  Even after my warning, the nurse tried to draw the blood, but then failed before I asked that Tom come in again.  He even failed 5 times before getting it.

I cried shortly after his success.  They left me and I was alone.  It just all hit me, in that dark room with the harsh room's spotlights on my sweaty face.  I was generally uncomfortable and in pain, but moreso, I was scared for the baby.  I was thinking about the baby and hoping for the best possible outcome.

I chose to use a bedpan and forwent the catheter.

I slept from midnight to 2am the next day.  After that, I couldn't sleep anymore.

On Monday at 8:30am, Dr. Acuna from ROC visited to round on me.  Dr. Renneck from WPJ was on. The ROC ultrasound tech did an internal ultrasound and found my cervix had not changed from 2.8cm and was not funneling, so Dr. Acuna (who was the doctor who originally placed the cerclage) said we should keep the cerclage in place, and felt that this was our best option for prolonging the pregnancy.  She also said that I could eat and use the bathroom toilet if I wanted to.

Despite my efforts to get a hot breakfast and reminding every nurse that came in that I did indeed want breakfast, my nurse made it to the cafeteria at 10:03am, three minutes too late.  She told me of the argument she had with the cafeteria staff about wanting to get her patient a hot breakfast, bless her heart.  Instead, she was forced to bring me back honey cheerios, banana bread, a banana, coffee, 1% milk and pudding.  I wasn't disappointed, and later Emma shared it as a snack.

Joel and Emma came to visit from 8:30-10:30am.  They went home for her nap, and Kim Hunt still took her at 2pm as usual.  Joel did errands like a Walmart run and checked out the Medela breast pump I wanted at Target.  I think he was able to sneak in a little nap too.  He was really tired.  I was fortunate to have that weird rush of adrenaline flowing through me and could function quite nicely on two hours a sleep a night, but Joel didn't have that luxury.

Lunch was pork chops and carrots amd salad and iced tea at around 2pm.  I don't drink iced tea.  Randomly, they gave me a really dry turkey sandwich with just turkey on wheat bread.  No condiments and no cheese or anything.  I asked a nurse to save it anyways and to put it in my room's mini fridge.  I felt like a squirrel stocking up for the winter.

At 6pm, I was served dinner, this time I was on the ticket.  It was chicken and rice, and mixed veggies and a roll with iced tea.  Boo again.

I can't tell you how much I missed my Emma...and Joel, of course.  We did Facetime at 7pm with Emma and Joel after her bath.  I just wanted to give her the biggest hug.  I shed a few tears after we got off the phone.

I received a blessing from Brad and Brother Dunn from church.  Brad went to wrong hospital downtown so they weren't able to give me the blessing until 9:15pm (supposed to be 8:30pm).  In the blessing, it was said that it wouldn't be the end of this baby at this time.  I contemplated what that meant for a few hours.  The solace was it seemed to mean that I wouldn't lose the baby to death and that the baby wasn't coming that night.

(I requested that Brad bring me cheese and mayo (for my weird sandwich) and spice cake and crystal light.)