My mom arrived Wednesday afternoon and it's been soooo fun having her here! Wednesday night while we were watching one of our favorite mother/daughter movies, Overboard, I started having contractions, and they didn't feel so nice. It was like a constant pain in my abdomen, so around 9pm we packed up the rest of my hospital gear, snuck into Fox's room to say goodnight and goodbye to being an only child, then headed to Hollywood.
We found a parking spot just for L&D and made our way to the front of the ER where nice men with wheelchairs are ready and waiting for preggos about to burst.
As I was being wheeled up to the 4th floor, all the ER patients were cheering us on. It was fun. Little did I know we'd be making the walk of shame out of there in a few hour's time...
I got hooked up to fetal heartbeat and contraction monitors, head my blood pressure taken, and then the resident OB came in to check me.
40 hours since my membranes were stripped and I was still 3-4cm, 50% effaced. Zero change. You've got to be kidding me. I asked about getting induced and he and the other resident OB seemed baffled that I would even ask. They said I could walk around for a few hours to try and get things going or go home. Since I hadn't progressed in 40 hours, I knew walking around for another few hours would make no difference. We went home.
So here we are. Still no baby. My counter is over and Jane is still cooking away.
I've given up trying to make her come by eating random things and going on vigorous walks, etc. Sunday I call the hospital at 8:30am to see if there's room for me and if so, I'm set to be induced at 9am with my own OB who understands and knows my situation. Crossing my fingers that plan comes to pass without a hitch! This is definitely my "test of patience" pregnancy!