About 6 weeks ago... Patrick got an email at work that his HUGE yearly audit at work, which is usually is November, had been moved up to September 15th. Well that wasn't very good news for many reasons, but mainly because it was so close to my due date. He immediately started worrying that I would have the baby before this day... or better yet, right on this day... which is the only day in the entire month of September that he would have HAD to be at work... no matter what. So I jokingly made a deal with him that I would wait till at least 6pm on the night of the 15th before I had this baby. So in order to help ease my super stressed husband's mind... I had started taking it really easy and not doing a whole heck of a lot... especially since my little bout with preterm labor, so that he wouldn't have to worry about me with his whole audit thing going on.
So last week I went to my normal OB appt. and after the past few visits of the baby measuring a few weeks bigger then he should, they told me when I came back for the next visit, they wanted me to have an ultrasound to determine size and dates. So I went in on Tuesday morning (that was the 15th! Patrick was just sure they would be sending me to the hospital or I would go into labor that day!) and got the surprising ultrasound.... the baby was measuring almost 42 WEEKS (keep in mind they only were thinking I was like 37 1/2 weeks... maybe 38) and weighing in at almost 10 lbs. My Dr. came into the room after my ultrasound and just had this look of complete shock on his face and said "OH MY GOSH!!! We are going to need to deliver you!!!" BEST WORDS EVER!!! I have been begging, wishing, hoping, and praying for that for weeks now!! So he said he needed to do an amnio just to make sure his lungs were developed enough... because apparently little boys lungs develop a bit slower, then we would get induced the very next night! YEAH!!! I called Patrick and made sure I let him know that I kept this kid in for him till after the 15th. We both laughed at the timing of it all! The Dr. also had told me that he thinks the 10 lbs estimate from the ultrasound was a little high, but still he's pretty sure this baby is over 9 lbs already. So the rest of Tues I spent making arrangements for my boys, calling many friends for favors and help, and trying to get things ready for the baby! (who no... still has no name!)
So I go in on Wed about noon for my amnio... a little freaked out just at the fact that I have to have one... mostly because I've heard they are horribly painful, and while yes... I fully realized I was facing giving birth in a matter of hours... at least I knew what to expect from that, and knew there were wonderful drugs I could get for that. The amnio on the other hand was new territory. So I was a bit nervous. It actually ended up not being any where near as bad as I was thinking it would be. I mean... it didn't tickle or anything, but it was bearable and pretty quick. The nurse after told me that she thinks my Dr. is one of the best to do amnios, he's so good. He was still in the room, so we started joking about how he must have "amnio skills" just like Napoleon Dynamite has nunchuck skills.
Every one seemed to not be to worried that the results of the amnio would come back just fine, and I would be back at the hospital in later that night to start having this huge baby. I figured, with a baby that size, and the fact that I'm like 90% sure they have my due date a little later then I think it should be, the lungs would be fine, and we would have a baby on Thursday sometime.
So we came back home and waited...........
I was suppose to go into the hospital at 10 pm. About 8, we took our kids to a friends house so they could get put to bed close to their normal bedtime and came back home to wait till we had to go to the hospital and for the call from them about the results of the amnio. We were told not to come to the hospital before we heard from them about the results. For most of the night, I just felt sick about getting the results. I didn't know why, but I felt like I wanted to puke I was so worried all of a sudden about it. Finally, about 9 we got the call from the hospital... only it was bad news, not the good news we were hoping for. The amnio showed that the baby's lungs were not developed enough to get induced that night. The nurse told me that we would have to wait at least 10 more days!! WHAT?!?! Do you not realize how long 10 days is in pregnancy years?!?! I was just sick at this news. Here they have been going on and on about how huge this baby is, and he just needs to be delivered, and I had got my mind wrapped around this miserable pregnancy being done in 24 hours, and not being in constant pain, waddling around, and not being able to sleep in my own bed cuz it hurts too much, and now you are telling me I'm gonna have to do that for at least 10 more days!?!? As soon as I hung up the phone I burst out in tears and hysterically cried for the next 3 hours. I sent Patrick to go pick up the boys (luckly they hadn't gone to bed yet, and were so sweet when they got home and gave their crazed crying mommy a big hug before going off to bed). Now, sure... I want to have a healthy baby, and I most defiantly don't wanna do anything that would compromise him, but I want my cake and to eat it too at this point!! I mean... most people don't walk around with a 42 week size baby in them. I wanted this kid out AND to be healthy. No such luck! So me and my huge baby wallowed in self pitty for most of the next day, crying off an on... as I'm pretty sure I'm on the verge of insanity at this point. My only hope to having this baby now is to actually go into labor on my own. I am dilated to a 3, so you wouldn't think that it would take too much longer. But every time I start having contraction, they stop after a while.
So now I have just decided that I'm going to STOP taking it easy like I have the past several weeks as to not go into labor before Patrick's audit. No matter how much pain I'm in, I'm gonna keep busy and hope that it will send me into labor... or at least if nothing else, it will keep me busy and my mind off obsessing about having the baby. So this weekend, I have informed Patrick that we are completely going to get the baby's room done. He is skeptical that this will really happen, because I hurt pretty much all the time, no matter what I'm doing, but I figure if I'm gonna be hurting no matter what, I might as well get his room put together. So we shall see how it goes.
So that is the saga of my life right now. I'm doing much better with things now... at least I don't cry as much... still want the baby here on the outside, not inside. And I'm still incredibly bummed about the whole situation. Some have said that they would be so mad at my Dr. and what was he thinking, and I most defiantly don't blame him. It's no one's fault, and I get that. It's just a crappy situation that no one can do anything about! That is what makes it so dang frustrating... NO ONE can do anything about it.
I hate playing the waiting game.......
(BTW... Patrick's audit went AWESOME!!!! Better then anyone was expecting. Good job hun!!!)
