Seriously, how much weight am I going to gain with these babies?
Since my last post I worked a lot, had 406 family obligations, had a doctor appointment which was uneventful (except for the gross glucose test) and a tour of the labor and delivery unit at the hospital.
First with glucose. It’s gross. Orange drink is gross, it’s too sweet, and it made the babies hop all over the freaking place for like three hours. Baby A even kicked the doctor when he was trying to get a heartbeat. Apparently she’s doing just fine. B is good too, and had the good sense not to kick people trying to help you.
Then to the hospital visit.
Husband and I had to preregister for the tour, which I did a few weeks ago. The sheet I had from the
Notice how they hide the stirrups. |
Not awkward at all considering they said “vagina” in pretty much every other sentence.
We got to see the NICU (which I’m praying to avoid), the nursery (which is apparently where babies go when Mom needs sleep) and then the labor room. There we saw the monitors, had a discussion about who is there, why they’re there, and listed to a lady argue with the nurses about why she can’t have more than two support people in the room with her while she’s delivering, including her daughter (the one on the tour).
Seriously? How many family members do you want hanging around looking up your hospital gown as you push your kid into the world? I don’t know how close she is with her family, but my husband and maybe my mother will be there, and Husband has strict instructions to stay above the knees and not look at whatever massacre may be happening down there. Mom is a nurse, so she gets to do whatever she wants.
After settling the argument with the lady who wants to have a revolving door put on her delivery room, the anesthesiologist came in to tell us all about the wonders of the epidural and how it works. He gave a detailed explanation of how it would be inserted, threaded, how long it takes and what other options there are. He also mentioned that when they are giving the epidural, no one other than hospital staff and the woman in labor are allowed in the room.
Of course this brought on another argument from someone else on the tour. While the anesthesiologist and this lady are going back and forth over why her husband can’t watch her be made into something from the Matrix with wires coming out of her back, the guy in front of Husband stumbled a little. And then just went backwards like a tree being cut down.
Husband caught him, laid him down on the ground, and all the medical personnel in the room rushed over, while one explained to the argumentative lady (again) that men passing out is exactly why they cannot be in the room when the epidural is being administered. If this guy is passing out from the description, then he’s going to have a rough time on delivery day.
We moved the tour along, now with one patient and two ladies all argued out, I then found that because of the twins, the chances of me delivering in one of the nice, shiny delivery rooms we had been in is slim. Instead I will most likely deliver in the OR, which we couldn’t see because it was being cleaned. The reasons are the high chance of c-section, and the fact that I need twice the staff on hand because I have twice the babies.
Immediately a woman came over to me and started telling me all about her husband’s cousin who had twins and the fertility treatments, and asking about my problem and what kind of treatments I had…. Ummm, none. I’m apparently just really lucky and managed to get pregnant with twins like 10 minutes after I went off birth control.
She awkwardly got huffy and walked away. Apparently my answer wasn’t good enough for her.
Brushing it off, we went and saw the recovery rooms, talked about hospital food, visitors, and how Dad can sleep in the chair next to the bed. My husband leaned over and says, “You know I’m going to have to go home and take the dog out.”
And so concluded the hospital tour. Two arguments, one person fainted, a rude and unnecessary question about my fertility, and planning around the dog. I have the feeling everything in my life from here on out is going to be all kinds of crazy like that.