Start & Stop

warning:  this post is full of complaints and negativity

In the 3 weeks I have been to OB triage (in layman's terms the entrance gates to labor and delivery at the hospital) a total of 4 times.  FOUR TIMES!

#1: I am 34 weeks and I start having contractions every 3 minutes so we rush to the hospital.  It is way too early to have this baby so they give me 2 shots and stop the contractions and put me on bed rest.  I'm 2 cm dilated and 70% effaced(for those of you who are not familiar, you need to get to 10cm and be 100% effaced to have the baby)


#2:  I am 35 weeks and have consistent contractions AGAIN (despite the bed rest).   I go to the hospital they give me another shot to stop contractions and they send me home.  I'm still 2cm & 70% effaced.

#3: I'm just BARELY 36 weeks and I start to painful (the key to labor) contractions every 3 minutes apart.  After 3 hours of contractions at home we figured that this must be the real deal and we head to the hospital.  They check me and I am now 3cm dilated and 80% effaced.  They sent me home.  You have to be at least 4cm dilated and having active contractions to get admitted to the hospital.

#4:  Last night, I start having painful contractions every 2 minutes.  David and I walk around the neighborhood for an hour and a half and then try to catch some shut eye.  I refused to go to the hospital until I was in a lot of pain.  I woke up at 2:30am and told David we better head to the hospital because I am in a lot of pain.  This had to be it.  We show up to the hospital and tell me that I am 4cm dilated.  WOO HOO the golden number!!!  Wrong.  They have me walk around the hospital for an hour to see if I progress further.  I don't.  They give me pain medication and send me home.  SERIOUSLY!?!


So here I am, on my couch and 4 cm dilated.  But, like always, my contractions have stopped and I am at a stand still.  I am a ticking time bomb and I am sick of going to the hospital without coming home with a sweet baby girl.  I have followed all the doctors rules and signs.  I have every sign of labor you can imagine, my body just can't keep the ball rolling.   This whole labor process has been nothing like what anyone has told me.  It is going to take a whirlwind to get me to go to the hospital next time.


I'm not a happy camper.