7:00 am: Arrived at Lehigh Valley, moved into triage bed in Labor & Delivery because all actual rooms were occupied.
7:15 am: Started giving the nurse as much of my prenatal history as I could remember, because they had no charts for me and my doctor’s office was still closed.
7:45 am: Called in to work, left voicemails that I was out for at least the day. Nurse tells me that I won’t be going home until baby is born, which “will probably be within 48 hours, but could be up to two weeks” of monitored bed rest. Started my list of things I could do while stuck in bed.
8:00 am: Talked to my parents and Paul (who had gone home after Pottstown to get me a bag) and told them to take their time coming over because there was nothing going on.
8:45 am: Called work again, spoke to two people and told them I was admitted to hospital and being put on bed rest and that I was preparing to be bored for awhile.
9:00 am: Doctor’s office opens for appointments, hospital calls to request my chart and notify them that I’ve been admitted.
9:30 am: Ultrasound to check on PJ – he isn’t transverse anymore, he flipped around, yay! (And also probably how he started this whole process!) Still no contractions, still 0 cm dilated. Dr. Cassoulo tells me she’ll be back shortly to go over what happens next with bed rest, etc. and she’ll start reading my chart, which has just arrived from my doctor’s office.
9:45 am: Paul arrives with a bag of clothes and some keep-busy things. I’m back and forth to the restroom every five minutes. At some point around here, I asked the nurse for a Tylenol because my back was starting to hurt from all the sitting.
10 am: Dr. Cassoulo returns, I’m having a hard time concentrating on what she’s saying. She tells me she suspects I’ve gone into labor, checks again, I’m 6 cm dilated! The nurses start trying to get my bed ready to go down to the delivery room, and all of a sudden my “sore back” turns it up to 11. Dr. Cassoulo checks again, and I’m FULLY dilated (not sure exactly how quickly this happened, but I do know that they didn’t even have the bed completely transitioned, so really fast). Someone must have hit the panic button at this point because all of a sudden the room is FULL of people yelling and rushing around. Dr. Cassoulo tells me I’m about to have a baby, and I remember yelling “I can’t have a baby today, I don’t have my childbirth classes until next week!” She didn’t think that was a good enough reason not to have a baby right then. At some point in this chaos, my parents arrived and my mom muscled her way in to be with me (impressive because she is the tiniest person I know!), and then we were flying down the hallway with about fifty people trying to get their gowns and gloves on (not all of them managed in time). Go time! There were a few really scary minutes where PJ’s heart rate was dropping, and we were discussing whether we would need that C-section after all and then…
10:23 am: PJ is here! I got to see him for a few seconds before the NICU team and Paul took him upstairs. He was 4 lbs, 10.5 oz, and 18.5 inches, Paul sent me updates and pictures of him being weighed and measured, and just generally did an awesome job on his first day of being a Daddy! He handled everything with the NICU and let me get some much-needed rest and some morphine – I never even got my Tylenol in all this, there was no time! Apparently even if an anesthesiologist had been standing in the room with me when I asked for the Tylenol, it still would have been too late to do any good. Go figure!
So there we were, in a different hospital than planned, joining a club we’d never considered – we’re NICU parents now.