I had been experiencing contractions since week 39. They were little and infrequent but, still there. At my appointments the doc noted that my cervix had already started to efface and I was beginning to dilate. Obviously, this meant nothing in regards to when Eva would arrive, but it did mean my body was preparing for her arrival. The doctor did comment she didn't think I would go too far past my due date and that I probably would not need to be induced since things were already beginning. Well, I did go past my due date and I was induced!
It was Mother's Day, May 11th (two days past my due date). I was experiencing LOTS of contractions. I was feeling anxious and thought it would be neat if our little arrived on Mother's Day. However, my contractions never became longer, stronger, or pattern like. The day came and went and still no baby. On the morning of May 12th I woke up to a little bloody show (sorry for the details, but this is the story). I wasn't concerned because everything I read said it was normal. But, about an hour later there was still more blood. This didn't seem normal, so we made the trek to the hospital, St. Joseph's in downtown Denver. Being in Colorado and the middle of May, there was a big spring snow storm occurring. The drive to the hospital would normally have taken 20 minutes, instead it took about 45 minutes.
To the surprise of the mid-wife (the message was never delivered that we were on our way) we arrived at the hospital around 7:30 AM. The mid-wife patiently listened to our concerns. She said she would check me out, but thought there weren't enough symptoms to warrant true labor and I would probably be going home. She hooked me up to the monitors and began assessing the situation. Baby's heartbeat was good and yes, I was having contractions, but again not enough. She also checked my cervix. I was about 90% effaced and 2.5 cm dilated. There was more blood than normal, but not enough to be concerned. She then proceeded to check my amniotic fluid levels. Again, my fluid levels were a bit lower than desired (4.7 cm instead of 5 cm), however I had one good pocket of 2 cm which is deemed to be medically okay. With this information the doctor decided he wanted me to stick around for a bit to see if things would begin to progress on their own. A couple hours later the mid-wife checked me again. At this point I had begun having more contractions, but there were still about 10 minutes apart. Again, she said I'll probably be sending you home.
A few minutes later she came back in. At this point I was convinced we were going home. I was feeling a bit sad, I was eager to meet our little one, but at the same time I thought "well, if I go home I can at least eat!" To my surprise she announced the doctor wanted to move me upstairs and get things going in order to have a baby. He figured I was already past my due date and there were too many irregularities that he didn't want to take the risk of something potentially going wrong.
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