The baby still hasn’t been taken out of me. Some mornings they talk as if he will be imminently other days they talk about occasions where I will still be pregnant in a few days or weeks. It is hard to know how to think ahead. Just got to take it a day at a time. Somehow I don’t believe anyone will ever make the decision but I suppose it will be done some day.
My blood pressure remains too high and is not coming down to a good level even though I’m on loads of drugs. Today I had a lot of protein in my urine. Not a good sign. The preeclampsia is getting worse.
Today’s doctor said he felt I’d be giving birth by c-section this weekend.
Some days the doctors are quite positive and think my blood pressure might settle down, but not today’s doctor. She felt I should prepare myself to be in hospital until I give birth, however long that might be. Hopefully weeks – but they don’t really seem to think so. It’ll be a C-section. Soon.
All I’ve ever heard from friends who are pregnant is pregnancy is not an illness, and don’t treat them differently because they are pregnant. Invite them to stuff, expect them to join in. Expect them to work. Expect them to exercise. All I have seen is people achieve this.
I cannot achieve this. Pregnancy is not an illness. But I am certainly ill and pregnancy is the direct cause of my illness.
It felt like a long afternoon at obstetric triage today getting monitored, largely owing to a 1hr45m wait in the waiting room before I even got seen. I was so tired and uncomfortable waiting, and just wanted to lie down on the floor and sleep.
Just felt so low and exhausted. The husband sent me along with instructions to tell the midwife this, which I did. She was very kind.
The husband and I had a night away in a lovely hotel, and whilst Saturday went really well I was completely wiped out on Sunday. When we got home I had a two hour nap then went to bed early and slept for another twelve hours or so.
When I woke up at lunchtime I had to be prized and cajoled out of bed by the husband. I just felt so tired, and low. I didn’t want to go to work. After managing a couple of hours the husband re-evaluated me and politely suggested I take the day off sick.
I had a routine appointment with the obstetric Consultant today, following up on my nausea.
The husband came with me, to protect me from it all. I’m overwhelmed and needed the support.
Arrived for a 9.45am appointment and waited a little while, then saw a nurse to give a urine sample and check blood pressure and fetal heart rate. Then waited a little while longer to see the doctor.
It wasn’t a doctor I’d seen before but she was very nice.
I had been told to attend obstetric triage at 11am today to have my blood pressure monitored.
Arrived on time, and waited in the waiting room for an hour.
All has been quite uneventful since I was let out of the hospital yesterday. Came home, let myself have a day off work and spent most of it asleep, started taking the new blood pressure drugs. These are Labetalol – 100mg twice a day. I have to go in and get monitored again on Friday to check they are doing their job. I’ve felt fine, well actually I’ve had a really itchy head but I don’t know if that is related or not.
Something really pissed me off though. When I got my notes back along with my discharge information and letter to my GP it all said I was to stop taking one of my two anti nausea medications (metaclorpramide). No word on why, no mention of this to me.
I didn’t get a huge amount of sleep in the hospital. Several reasons. One was that I had to have my blood pressure taken at 12.15am, then 4am, then they woke us up at 7.15am. Another was that I was on a mixed antenatal and postnatal ward and two of the women had newborn babies in with them so there was a bit of baby crying. Mainly though, it was just very light. And not as comfortable as my own bed.
I had to ask for some anti nausea medication, as I hadn’t taken mine with me.
Baby Maybe 