It looks as though our daughter has no intention of being born without a nudge. Tiffany has had mild contractions, very mild, off and on for about a week but no full fledge labor resulted. After our last doctor’s appointment I was pretty well resigned to having the baby induced and Dr. Thompson seemed as though that would be the case as well.
Tomorrow, Dr. Thompson is on call so she recommended that we come in then as I mentioned before. To say we are ready is probably an understatement. We’ve been driving around with a car seat and our bags in the back of the RAV4 for about three weeks. I can’t even really remember what I put in my bag so I’m going to check when Tiffany gets home from work today.
It will be an early morning tomorrow. We have to call the hospital at 5:30 a.m. to find out if they can take us for the induction. If they say yes, we’re suppose to be there by 7 a.m. and the hospital is now about an hour away so it will be somewhat of a frenzy to get out the door. For those wondering, there are several hospitals closer, several dozen in fact, but Tiffany’s doctor delivers at this particular hospital so that’s why we are driving an hour.
There is a chance that they won’t have room due to too many active labors already going on. In that case we would have to wait until Wednesday when it would technically be medically necessary because Tiffany would be a week late. How they know when we call how late we are I have no idea. Why can’t we just say we’re a week late tomorrow and not risk getting bumped? My guess is that they would find out soon enough that we fibbed and we wouldn’t be the most popular folks at the hospital.
Also, if we call at 5:29, are they going to tell us to call back in a minute? I feel like we are a part of some sort of radio call-in contest. The way things are going I’ll be surprised if we don’t get bumped to Wednesday. I’m about to start vacuuming again, the third time we will be cleaning in preparation of bringing our girl home. It’s one of many things we have done several times in preparation for our girl coming home.
I’m hoping that if the big day is tomorrow so we can be home by Thursday afternoon at the latest. Neither of us want to stay in the hospital very long. It’s amazing though how many people are surprised that I want to leave the hospital quickly. Listen, I’m 31-years old and have two college degrees, I’m pretty sure I can figure out how to change a diaper. It’s not like I’m going to be wondering in a panic, “why is she crying?” She’s either hungry or needs her diaper changed, we’re not splitting the atom here. I expect a lot of crying.
Of course the child is going to be grumpy, she spent the last 9 months in a cozy warm water bed sleeping and eating with no one ever bothering her except the occasional, “How you doing in there?” Now she’s going to have people poking and prodding her, staring at her, and she’s going to actually have to do some work for her food. I would be grumpy too. It really shouldn’t be surprising she’s in no rush to get out.
The hospital has Wi-Fi so I’m sure I”ll have time to update the blog during and after the big event.
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