Okay, so my threats of holding off going to the hospital until we could see hair color was a bit exaggerated. As it turns out, I had another night of crampy contractions... the exact same feeling that I had Monday night... and all the other nights that led to dilation. Now that I knew I was 6cm, the thought of getting up in the morning at 7+ cm just sounded too scary... so in I went.
We were here at the hospital at 2:30 this morning. Sure enough, I was 7cm. As it turns out, my cervix is still very posterior, which is not typical. Usually, it starts out back there, but then moves forward. Well, Olive's big ol' head is pushing down in front of the cervix, not really on it, making things... weird.
Needless to say, I can't go home, but fortunately it was decided that I cannot continue on like this. I am now sitting here in the bed listening to the windshield-wiper-sound of Olive's heartbeat, with an IV of pitocin... Jeff is sleeping on the couch/bed. I am contracting every 2 minutes now, but since my water is still in tact, they are currently very tolerable. They look big on the screen, but my amniotic shock absorber is working quite well. I am under no delusion that this will continue to be the case. Soon, I know things will be quite different.
No comments:
Post a Comment