My view for the next week. Or whenever. I don’t know.
I went in for my routine ultrasound, and then was told, “We’re admitting you to the hospital till your daughter is born.”
I’m not even going to begin to try to explain what the heck is going on. Mostly because I don’t really know much myself.
Tessa’s amniotic fluid is very low. She appears to be slightly anemic. Being isoimmunized, my blood is trying to attack Tessa as an intruder.
So they stuck me in a room, attached a bazillion cords to me and set a CONSTANTLY BEEPING AND INSANITY INDUCING monitor RIGHT NEXT TO MY FREAKING HEAD, and started Tessa on steroids to mature her lungs and liver and all that jazz.
The plan is to induce me in 48 hours or so. The nurse says her “gut feeling” is they’ll induce me on Friday and that “that’s when they usually do these things”. So who bloody knows?
I want a bottle of champagne so frikkin’ bad.
I am woefully unprepared for my three weeks early baby, and being stuck here in the hospital is not awesome. I have dishes in the sink, laundry that needs hung, my ferns need watered, I still have a checklist of things to buy and do before Tessa is born.
Not to mention my CATS. They are all home alone, and lonely. I mean, the husband is going to check on them right now. But if I’m here till Friday? They’re going to go stir crazy. Or feel abandoned. I’m stressing out so hard. (Not too worried about the dog, he’s happy all the time. It’s the cats that need appeased.)
I didn’t even get to start my hospital bag or finalize my birth plan.. and here I am stuck in the frikkin hospital.
As long as Tessa is safe I am happy. But dang. I’m trapped. I’m having the primal urge to gnaw off a limb and escape or something.
Maybe I’ll finally get to catch up on my blog posts, since I have been internet deprived all month? Maybe. Yeah. I’ll do that. Maybe,