Ok …. some have already seen this information, on various message boards/emails/etc … sorry if it’s a repeat.
Started having contractions on Sunday evening, about 6pm. After 2 hours of contractions 10 min apart, I finally told Brett about them. At 1030, they started getting stonger and closer together, which threw me into an indecisive mess. During this PG, it seems like I cannot think about anything complicated …. and occasionally cannot process simple thoughts, either.
I was torn between going to bed, or calling Laura to leave work. I was worried about getting Abby to school, and the dog situated with someone while we were at the hospital.
Finally called Laura at about 0130, and called Dr Bell as well. Laura made arrangements to leave work, and come over to take care of Rachel. Dr Bell called back later … and by that point, the contractions had quieted down … still there, but not as strong. She encouraged me to go to bed, and try to rest a bit.
Next morning, Brett took Abby to school, and the dog to his moms. Laura was home with me, helping to take care of Rachel. When Brett got home, he wanted to cut the grass …. I figured he had time, so I told him to go ahead. Of course, while he’s cutting grass, my contractions got closer together, and stronger. When he came in, he wanted to eat, etc. I was getting anxious by that point, but still sort of indecisive about what to do .. should I stay or should I go??
I ended up going to L/D about 1pm or so. I go in, update my registration, and go to L/D triage. I tell the nurses there that I’m 37 weeks PG, with twins, and I’m having contractions. First thing out of one of the nurses mouths was “Are you having a C section?” I said, “That’s not MY plan!”. And, of course, now I’m pissed off. Get in a gown, get checked, and OF COURSE, I’m only 2 cm dilated …. no change from the office visit.
I started crying, and wanted to go home. They called the doctor, who wanted to monitor the twins for a bit, then send me out to walk. I also had an U/S, to once again check the position of Baby B. (B for Breech, ya know!) Dr Hill came in, and talked to me about what my plans were for delivery, etc. She said, “Tell me what you and Dr Bell have discussed, and what you’d like to do.” She is not my regular OB, but I feel very comfortable with her. After 2 hours of being in the hospital, walking, and some doozy contractions, I was STILL only 3 to 4 cm. They decided to admit me, since I looked like I was progressing. (SLOWLY)
Dr Hill \came back in to see me later that evening, and encouraged me to go ahead and stay all night, since it was late. I ended up taking a sleeping pill, which I seriously needed. Of course, over the night, my contractions petered out.
Early this morning, at the change of shift, my morning nurse (Terry, and she’s AWESOME!) came in. Sat down, and asked me what I’d like to do. I told her, in no uncertain terms, that I wanted to go home. I was NOT interested in rupturing my membranes, pitocin, or anything else. She said, “Ok … want to take a shower?” Ya’ll have never seen me move so fast!!Took a big long shower, then met with the OB on call for today.
I was very anxious, because Dr Alambaugh was on call …. remember the ‘gloom and doom’ story, the day we found out we were having twins?? She checked me, and I was only 3 cm. She told me that she was fine with me going home, but the next time I came back, she would expect that I would probably be induced. “you’ll be a bit further progressed, and your window of safety will be decreased” …. blah blah blah. I just let her talk.
As soon as she gave me the all clear to go home, I left. Brett told me that we was proud of me for “sticking to our plan”. Went home, ate a HUGE Cracker Barrel breakfast, and took a big ole nap.
Spent the most of this afternoon catching up on emails/phone calls/etc. I’ve been having sporadic contractions, but at this point, I am seriously not even paying any attention to them.
I think this is the same pattern of labor I had with Rachel ….. I went to the hospital with her,
with contractions close together, only to be sent home an hour later, because my cervix was closed. I expected the same thing to happen yesterday, but OF COURSE, everyone gets all mental about twins. I fully believe that if I were a singleton PG, I would have been back on the road home after an hour.
At this point, I’m just tired and frustrated. I’m tired of being treated like an anomaly; I’m tired of being PG, and I’m tired of contractions that don’t get me anywhere!!
On a positive note, and TMI, I lost my mucous plug this evening. Of course, it’s probably due to the 800 vaginal exams I had over the past 24 hours, but one can hope!!
Thanks for all of your phone calls, emails, etc. We’ll keep ya’ll posted!!
DK
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