From the moment that I sat on the bed I felt confined to the bed. A blood pressure cuff was placed on my right arm and 2 monitors on my belly for Alana's heartbeat and contractions. They asked me to pee in a cup and poked me a few times for labs and to hook me up to an IV. I was not a happy camper. I've never been a patient so I guess it was really good experience for me as a nurse to be able to understand how they feel being in the hospital. There were times when I felt like I didn't even want to pee because of all the wires I was connected to. I gained a totally different view on the hospital experience. I've always looked at it from a nurses eyes, so to have this was actually somewhat of a blessing in disguise. Unfortunately, Francis was completely bored through it all and uncomfortable too. At least I had a bed to lie in, he had an uncomfortable, barely padded chair. They need to put a small couch in there or something! Honestly it wasn't a bad hospital experience though, the nurses were extremely helpful and they treated me the way I would treat my own patients so I can't really complain. I guess I'm just not used to being the patient.
Anyway, after all the tests, they found out I was just dehydrated and gave me a bag of LR through IV. As soon as they did, my blood pressure went back to normal and I was sent home but not without a few warnings. Bed rest and no salt, boo! Before I left though, I was told that I was 1cm dilated, 60% effaced and was having contractions that I didn't even feel. Almost time I guess?
18 days left....maybe sooner if Alana's ready!