October 4th - Week 29 + more. . .

I was totally not supposed to take Kayla to the clinic last Thursday.

When I went to my last doctor's appointment, he told me that he would induce me on Tuesday or Wednesday if I wanted to because he was leaving town for the weekend.  So, I was trying to decide all weekend whether or not to be induced.  I would rather go natural, but I also like knowing who my doctor is going to be.  So, Monday (Oct. 1st), I decided to call and schedule to be induced on Wednesday.  That way it gave me a little more time to go naturally, but it was the latest my doctor could do it.  So, I called and got it all scheduled.  Whew.  The end was in sight.

Tuesday morning, I got a call from the hospital.  They had to change my induction to Thursday.  What!  I told them I couldn't do Thursday.  For one thing Kayla had her appointment and Bryson was planning on going with her and I kind of wanted him to be with me, too. ;)  Another thing, the whole reason I had decided to get induced was to have the doctor who knew me do it.  When I asked who the doctor would be on Thursday, it was the one who I had seen once when I was pregnant with Kayla.  So, I canceled it.  I was kind of annoyed.  The nice lady on the phone tried to make me feel better by saying maybe I would go into labor anyway and blah blah blah.  I was more irritated that I had finally decided to be induced and now that wasn't an option that I wanted.

So, I had to reschedule the appointment with my doctor on Wednesday that I had just canceled because I wouldn't be needing it.  That day, I went through just about every emotion.  Irritation, relief, depression, apathy, frustration. . . oh, well.

On Wednesday, I went to my appointment.  The hospital had not informed my doctor that my induction had been canceled, so he had been at the hospital waiting for me.  He was just as annoyed as I was about the whole thing.  He told me that he was on call that day and wouldn't be leaving until the morning.  This gave me a little more hope.  I was dilated to a four and let him strip my membranes.  I was REALLY hoping that would put me into labor.  He told me to just come to the hospital if I even had four contractions in an hour.  He said he would not send me home, he'd just break my water and we'd go from there.  So, I left my appointment thinking that I'd probably be heading to the hospital sometime that day.   Just in case, though, I scheduled to be induced on Monday when my doctor would be back in town.

 I was determined to go into labor.  I took Kayla and Benson and we went grocery shopping to Costco and Winco.  After lunch, I put them into my double jogger and we went for a walk all around the neighborhood.  We just kept going and going. . . I was walking with one foot on the curb and one foot on the street to make the whole experience more bumpy.

Bryson's mom even came over from southeastern Idaho.  I had decided to go into the hospital once she got to our house that night.

BUT NOTHING WAS HAPPENING.  Hardly any contractions.  And when it came right down to it, I just didn't feel right about going into the hospital.  Ugh.

And, by then, I was just too tired and wanted to go to bed.  Going to the hospital and having a baby that night seemed too exhausting when I was already so tired.  So, we just went to bed.  I slept nice and sound without a single contraction.

So, back to Thursday.  I shocked everyone at the clinic by showing up still pregnant. :)  The nurses all informed me that they had either worked in the NICU, or had delivered a baby before, or something along those lines.  I asked if anyone could break water and we could really get this started.  Ha ha.

Kayla did great getting accessed and all that.  When she got weighed it showed that she had lost 4 pounds that week.  I really think that something must have been off.  There was no way.  She didn't look like it and she normally fluctuated at most a pound back and forth each week.

We met with the doctor and everything looks great with her.  So, we de-accessed and went home.   I promised everyone that I would not be there next week.