So...Thursday's check-up turned into a two night stay in the hospital. Dr. Scary was a bit alarmed when she found out that I hadn't been receiving Non Stress Tests which were supposed to be scheduled through my OBGyn. We'll from now on refer to her as Dr. Lazy. Dr. Scary was furious and so was I. I explained to her that I even called Dr. Lazy to ask about having them and she responded "Oh, Dr. ______ is watching you closely enough. You don't have to do them." She actually managed to make me feel bad about optimizing my own prenatal care! Who does that? Every time I consult with this office whether it be the OB or her nurse, I'm left feeling like I'm paranoid and overreacting. And maybe at times I am, but this particular time my concerns were justified.
decided she should also take my blood pressure. What I think is that I got so worked up about being cheated by Dr. Lazy (and just the joy of being right) that my blood pressure was elevated.

So to the hospital we went for a variety of tests, blood work, and urine samples. Of course after all this excitement and not being allowed to eat or drink anything until test results were in, I was dehydrated and began to contract like crazy. So, this is how I ended up trapped in the hospital. I promised them that it was just due to those particular circumstances and that if given water and rest, my body would behave but they turned a deaf ear to my plea.


So Thursday night we stayed in a nice cushy Labor and Delivery room (hardwood floors, no fluorescent lighting, no roommate). But Friday night we were told that I had to move to a semi-private room in the "projects" of the hospital...the Antepartum unit. What a miserable place. The private rooms are the size of your average kitchen and the so called semi-private rooms. Well, the "semi" translates to a semi-opaque shower curtain separating the two of you.



I did however make a new friend. No, not my vomiting silhouette of a roommate. This friend is a little pill by the name of Ambien. I've never in my life taken a sleeping pill and I don't even take Tylenol since I've been pregnant no matter how many times they assure me that it's perfectly safe. But being faced with a night without Stevie but instead with Pukasaurus Rex over there, I caved in to the pressure of my nurse pusher. I think I recall her saying something like "You want some of that good stuff?". Maybe it was my imagination. A part of me still felt a little guilty, but boy was it worth it. I made sure to get her pager number before I left in case I need another one:)



So as promised, here's the update:



Braxton and Caleb are doing fantastic and weigh a whopping 4 lbs. 11 oz. each!!! I'm so excited! I will be going even more into hiding (if that's possible) between now and the babies' birthday. I've got a lot of last minute reflecting to do on this whole experience and I kind of need to figure out how to be a mom. So please don't be offended or assume the babies are here already if you don't hear from me for a while. We will be sure to let everyone know when it happens. Keep checking the site for updates. Take care,



Larami

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