The only thing worse than waiting?
Being house-bound and waiting.
Throughout this entire pregnancy, my blood pressure has been gradually creeping ever higher. Not ever high enough to be considered "critical", but always just under that mark. Today, when I went in for a regular appointment, it had finally moved over that line. That, coupled with the nagging (but not severe) headaches, and increased swelling earned me a trip across the hall to labor and delivery.
They hooked me up for a non-stress test, did some bloodwork, etc. Meanwhile, the lab determined that I had protein in my urine. I had a brief sonogram (hello, baby!) done to determine fluid levels. All is well with her, but after 45 minutes of my resting on my side, I stood up, and my blood pressure registered at 155/91.
So...I've been officially diagnosed with pregnancy induced hypertension, with possible signs of pre-eclampsia, which will be determined on Thursday. In the meantime, it's what the doctor calls "decreased activity rest" for me. Essentially, modified bed rest. I can move around the house, make my own meals, nobody has to stay home to take care of me. But I'm to spend today and tomorrow sitting or laying down as often as possible. And taking a 24 hour urine sample, which means if you come to my house in the next day and a half, please don't ask about the giant orange jugs in my fridge. L-O-V-E-L-Y.
Meanwhile, 3 days from my due date, I'm still only 1 cm dilated and my cervix was actually HIGHER than it was 2 weeks ago. Doesn't seem like Baby Mia is in a hurry to go anywhere. I could still go on my own, but if that doesn't happen this week, then when I go in the day after tomorrow, we'll set an induction date for the very beginning of next week, rather than trying to wait her out.
None of this is bad news, but I'm personally frustrated all the same. I hate this hurry up and wait period. And now, having to hurry up and wait in bed, or on the couch, has me even more antsy. I know this is best for my body, and best for Baby Mia, but it's going to drive me a little loopy to spend the next week like this.
Patience. Patience. Patience.
1 comment:
Let's look at this from another perspective. Imagine you're 5 years into the future. Mia's a happy kid, rambunctious and chatty and you're ordered to bedrest on that pregnancy. Perhaps you could make this a Holy Week thing...your own little agony in the garden tub?
We're down to hours now. Fear not. She's going to be here soon and then there'll be complete relief and less opportunity to sleep.
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