Oh Wednesday, my last Wacky Wednesday before baby. Last night I went to bed thinking this day would be as uneventful as the past several days. I made a to-do list of important tasks that I wanted to get done before the weekend, especially some that are related to my Mom's estate (dealing with that while in the hospital has been very difficult. I can't wait to get home so I can have a private conversation on the phone and get some things figured out). I like to plan ahead to keep myself busy. I knew for sure I was not attending Art with Hal on my last wacky Wednesday. Warning - this is a long post!
My day started super early and I am not an early bird. I hate that the nurses come check on me at 6:30am or earlier, especially after my night check was at 10pm last night. I have been stable for quite some time, so it gets very repetitive to hear the same thing at every check. My night nurse forgot that I had to go back on the monitor (NST) last night since A was not being her usual self after her very active ultrasound. Let me back my story up a little. I had, what I thought was, my last ultrasound yesterday. Tuesday is ultrasound day and I love it because I get to see A rocking out. She was definitely true to her style and rocking out hard, so hard that the ultrasound nurse had difficulties getting the measurements of the artery in her brain. When she did end up getting the measurement it was high, which usually indicated fetal anemia. She attributed it to the activity that A was doing because there was no other indications of fetal anemia, but said she would mention it to the OB's and they might schedule me for another ultrasound on Wednesday. My nurse told the OB's just wanted a second NST ran. At 6am, my lovely night nurse hooked me up to the monitor as we bantered about movie theatre nachos and street meat (she told me there is a hot dog cart behind Sick Kids that's open all night). She also took blood in preparation for my C-section on October 3rd to check my platelets and other important markers. After 20 minutes A's reading was deemed "beauitful" and back to sleep I went until 8:30 when breakfast was delivered.
I finally decided at 9am that I should stop lounging around and actually eat my breakfast and start getting ready for the day. My roommate and I had our usual chats about the day and being tired after the 6am wake-up call. We decided that we should shut out door and writer "We're stable, we'll call you if it changes" and go back to bed. She went to the washroom and started yelling that she was bleeding. Having experienced this myself and recognizing the panic in her voice I yelled to "pull the cord" (I learned one day, accidentally, that when the cord gets pulled everyone comes running). Suddenly our room was full of nurses and my roommate was set up on the monitor. I was truly worried I passed my wacky Wednesday curse to her. Her baby was deemed fine and off the monitor she went. Morning life resumed and we both went downstairs to get our hot beverages (her -tea, me - coffee + a cookie). I came upstairs while she went outside to enjoy some fresh air.
As I was enjoying the last of my cookie, I was whisked away to an ultrasound where I learned the measurements from yesterday hadn't changed despite A being less active today (the nurse described yesterday as her being on a treadmill and today her doing yoga). I knew something was up when the OB was pulled in. She explained the situation about the possible anemia and weighing the risks and benefits of keeping her in there until Monday. She asked how I would feel having the baby in the next 48-72 hours. She said she would be back to see me shortly in my room, but advised me not to eat or drink anything until she had come to chat about the new plan.
I got back to my room. Frantically called Dave to let him know of the situation while I hide in my hiding nook with the Mouse-Pig picture and assured him I would text him as soon as I knew anything more. During this time, lunch was delivered - mac and cheese Wednesday!! Love mac and cheese Wednesday, especially knowing it was my last. Around this time, I watched my old roommate get wheeled over the the other side (Labour and Delivery). I chatted with her husband and he told me that her tracings of the baby's fetal heart were abnormal and they were preparing to deliver her little girl. More wacky Wednesday curse being passed along.
After pacing the hall several times, I went back to my room and waited for the doctor. I was given the news - the surgery was booked for 10am tomorrow and I could eat until midnight tonight. She did warn me that it could be delayed if there was an emergency so I am hoping there are no emergency deliveries that bump me. After the OB left, I came to realize this is my LAST day being pregnant. I did not anticipate this until at least Sunday (Oh no! Sunday was my last cinnamon scone). My actual OB is in Rome on an ultrasound conference until next week, so my whole team has changed. I am unusually comfortable with this.
In addition to Dave I had to let my Aunt's and pseudo-Aunt's (my Mom's two best friends, Debbie and Lorraine) know that the plan had changed. They were all coming down Sunday night to have a slumber party at a condo close by, so I had to let them know the slumber party date would change. These women are so excited for this baby and are coming in to represent my Mom...and also sneak some champagne in. We need to celebrate after the past several weeks.
On another note, it's so strange to think that it's my last night being pregnant. Tonight will be the last night I waste time walking up and down the halls, the last night I will get to feel her little kicks in my belly, the last night of baby gymnastics and the last night without a little baby to care for. I am very thankful it's the last night I have to worry about a placenta related incident. The stress of this pregnancy will be over and the adventure will begin. It's so weird that my day tomorrow is planned for me and I won't have to wake up wondering what Thursday holds.
All day long though I have wished that my Mom could be here.
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