So---we got an ultrasound this morning. We were excited to see Scout again for the first time since March. (Of course we couldn't see much because of cramped quarters) The first thing the technician said was she had a good size belly. This really comes as no surprise and Luke and I laughed because we knew she had been eating good. As long as her big belly doesn't get stuck on her way out, I am OK with it.
After getting checked by the doctor later in the morning, everything seemed the same as every weekly check up over the past month. I was still only 1.5cm dilated and her head is high. She asked me what I wanted to do and I had to concede that having the baby BEFORE school starts on the 24th would be more convenient for me. We agreed that either Tuesday or Thursday morning would work good for an induction. She scanned over the results from the ultrasound and suddenly became concerned. My placenta was a stage 3. Whatever that meant. She ordered a stress test to track the baby's movement and suggested an induction this evening.
WHOA!
Remember my last post?! This baby was never going to get here. I certainly didn't expect to go to the doctor this morning and wonder if today was the big day. I called Luke during the stress test to let him know what was going on. He of course was on cloud 9 and ready to rumble. Me---I was too pre-occupied thinking about what I was going to eat for lunch and making sure everything was set for home if I had to be induced. I was not ready. Thankfully the stress test came back good. I go back Sunday morning for another stress test and if thats normal I go back in Tuesday morning to be induced. At least I know I have potentially 3 more days of rest before the little one gets here. I am not worried about her surprising me and making her entrance on her own this weekend. She knows I need a good pedicure before she arrives. :)
Friday, August 14, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
That Stop Wasn't On My Itinerary....
So the Hogue's made it to Florida for our first official family vacation. It was Sawyer's first plane ride....and Simon's first plane ride that he can remember. We were excited....the boys were stoked. We had everything we needed! But it seems that Sawyer packed something with him that wasn't on our checklist: a big case of pneumonia. Yes, the little fella made it almost one whole day in Florida before he started heading downhill fast. Our 2nd day in Orlando we were in the Urgent Care south of Cocoa Beach. (By the way, to see a doctor more quickly, it helps if you vomit all over the waiting room in front of the receptionist. Little tip for ya) After chest x-rays they advised us to head to the ER in Melbourne, where they eventually admitted him to the hospital. So, we had 3 night deluxe accommadations at the Holmes Regional Medical Center. The little whipper snapper was a trooper though! The nurses loved him, thankfully, and made us all feel right at home. We were going to send postcards out with pictures of the hospital since we spent 40% of our trip there...but they didn't have any. Imagine that!Hmmm.....maybe its something they should consider.
1 comment:
What the heck is a stage 3 placenta. I've never heard of that before. I'm excited for the news and to be honest was a little distracted by the Crash Test Dummies playing singing "mmmmm" in the background. I love that song and haven't heard it in forever.
Post a Comment