I went to the doctor for my 37 week appointment on Tuesday, the 11th. In the backseat of the CRV, I had my Target bag with returns and in my purse was a LONG list of errands that I was going to do after my appointment. Living in Citrus County, we have to do our shopping while we are in bigger towns, which is where my doctor's office is. Marty was in Hilton Head, SC at Breakaway, the high school summer retreat, so I had planned plenty of time to finish nesting.
I met with one of the five doctors in the practice. This was my first time meeting her, she is the head doctor of the practice, and it took me all the way until my 37 week appointment to meet her. We listened to the heartbeat and she asked if I had had any contractions to which I replied no just Braxton hicks I think. She checked and confirmed that I was not dilated, which was a relief to hear since Marty was out of town. Then she measured me, and again, I measured small. I also had not gained any weight since my last appointment. She decided to do an ultrasound to see how the baby was measuring. I had this done a few weeks prior, and was not too worried because of the good results last time. I went up front to make my appointment for the ultrasound, and they had one available in an hour. Since we live 45 minutes away from the doctor, I was happy to take that appointment and not have to come back later in the week. I called Marty to tell him the news, and read some magazines while waiting for the ultrasound.
Ashley, the sweet ultrasound tech, called me back. The ultrasound showed that the baby had not grown much, and was measuring around 35 weeks, and not 37 weeks and 5 days. Then sweet Ashley said she needed to speak with the doctor, and that she would be back. This is the point where I actual realized something could be wrong with our sweet baby. She came back and checked my fluid levels, they were at a 5, which is low. She checked a few other things, and again said she would go talk to the doctor. The worry began to build. Ashely came back to tell me the doctor wanted to talk to me.
I went into another office, and the doctor told me the results of the ultrasound. She told me, "your baby is not thriving, and I don't see any reason to keep you pregnant."
I thought, What? But my nursery isn't ready, we haven't decided on the name completely, I haven't frozen all the meals, I haven't packed my bags, I haven't cleaned the bathrooms, I am just not ready for her to come!
Induction was not really an option in my mind at that point. I thought maybe they would give me vitamins to supplement, or restrict exercise, or bed rest at worse, but not induction. Induction was the last thing that I wanted for my "birth plan", really the only thing I was very opinionated about for my "birth plan". Everyone I knew that had been induced, ended up laboring for days and then having a c-section. I tried to bargain with the doctor, I told her my husband was out of town, I asked if there were other options. She told me that she would not agree to let me wait until tomorrow and that I needed to go to the hospital right away to be induced. She said she could not guarantee that the baby would make it through the night. She said that the baby could be born stillborn if we waited.
At this point, I realized the severity of this news. Of course I would go to the hospital, even if I had to labor for days and have a c-section. In my heart, I felt like the baby was okay, she was just fine, she was just little and that is the way God knew she would be and designed her to be...but I had to follow the doctors orders. The doctor went to call the hospital to prepare a room for me, told me that since I was not dilated at all the induction could take days but it is what is best for the baby.
I called Marty, and he reacted better than I expected. He got on the road right away and made all the arrangements for people to take me to the hospital. As I got home, I was met by friends to take me to the hospital, and friends at our house ready to clean and get the house ready for our return. We are so blessed by our community here, ready to step up at a moment's notice and lend a helping hand! They helped me finish packing my bags, and Anne and Robyn and I headed to the hospital. I got all checked in and settled in the room by about 5pm. Here I am sporting my awesome hospital gown...