I called and, of course, began with the words, "I am pretty sure I'm not in labor but...". I would say these words several times as the night went on. I explained what was happening and it confused her. There was no doctor there for her to talk with and in the end, she told me I should go to Labor and Delivery to just make sure everything was okay with Katelyn.
Well, great. She had to say it like that. I hemmed and hawed (one of my grandma sayings...) for a good half hour after that. I *knew* I wasn't in labor and going there seemed like a total waste. But she told me it was to make sure everything was okay with Katelyn. How do I ignore that??? What if I do, and something is wrong. Would I ever forgive myself?
So Ryan and I decided to go. I didn't even bring my overnight bag (or finish packing it for that matter). That was how sure I was that this was not "it". I felt so embarrassed even walking the halls and registering, putting on a hospital bracelet, going up to triage. I knew that embarrassment was nothing compared to the embarrassment I would feel when I had to walk back to the car because nothing was going on.
When we got to triage, I decided that I was here now, so let's make the best of it. Ryan and I said let's call it our dress rehearsal! I was getting the chance (under protest) to see it all before the big day, so that was nice. The hospital was not busy, so I didn't feel stressed or like I was talking up someone's place who actually needed it. My nurse was a sweet gal from England who didn't make me feel dumb at all for being there when I obviously didn't need to be.
I changed into their hospital gown and Ryan quickly understood why I bought my own hospital gown for the actual "big day". He had decided to document this experience and got a nice picture of my butt peaking out the back. I won't put that one on here (obviously), but here I am all hooked up in triage. Someone this relaxed and happy is obviously not in labor...
But the girl next to me was. She was breathing hard and heavy. I think it made Ryan nervous. He said it sounded like there was an animal in there! I told him he is getting a sneak peek of things to come...
I stayed on the monitors for a while and it turns out I was having minor contractions every 2-4 minutes. I hardly noticed them, except for a few stronger ones (and I use the term "stronger" very loosely - these are nothing!). I hadn't felt the severe cramping / pulling once since I got to the hospital (of course, isn't that always how it is?), so we couldn't see what that looked like on the monitor. The reason I came, Katelyn, was under protest with the monitors strapped to my belly. She moved constantly, changing her heart rate from 115 to 160 and back down again. I guess all three of us thought this hospital trip was a little ridiculous!
Finally, the nurse checked me. Which, by the way, holy cow! She is no Dr. M! When he checked me, I hardly felt anything. After her check, I felt like she knew everything about me in the matter of 30 seconds. Yikes! But sure enough, not dilated, not thinned out, and my cervix is still a bit posterior. Katelyn's head is very low though, so that's a good sign!