So after a ride with the world's most callous/dense taxi driver (He seemed to have no reaction whatever to the fact that there was a woman having contractions in his cab heading for the hospital except for "That'll be 15 euros please. Thanks and have a nice day") we were at the hospital.
During the taxi ride my contractions became irregular again and not that strong. Concerned that it was in fact false labor I headed to the consultation section and followed protocol for a normal appointment which was to take a number, wait to be checked in by the receptionist, and then wait to be called by the doctor/midwife.
Except this time with my contractions and my bags I looked like a woman in labor so I probably looked like an asshole sitting there waiting my turn. Everyone was staring at me (I don't blame them). I looked at the number I had drawn. Two people ahead of me. I looked at the woman next to me. She looked concerned. I put on a smile that hopefully communicated: Don't worry a baby is not going to pop out next to you. Promise!
Fortunately we arrived late so the midwife came out and called for me without having to check in.
Her; Madame Orange?
Me: HiyesI'mhereformyappointmentbutI'malsohavingcontractionsbutthey'renot regularor5minutesapartsoIdon'tknowwhattodo!!!!!!!
Her: How long have you been having contractions?
Me: Since this morning.
Her: Ok I'm going to admit you to the maternity ward.
At the maternity the midwife did an internal exam. I was two centimeters dilated which is apparently not a lot so they decided to put me on my side to measure the baby's heartbeat and contractions for one hour.
An hour later the midwife came back and confirmed that my contractions were indeed not regular (not that this was news to me) but she would do an internal exam to see the state of my cervix. 2.5 cm dilated.
Not bad, she concluded. She told me we would wait another hour to see where we were. She suggested I take a walk around.
So we did (How about a coffee? suggested Husband). I quickly realized 4 things:
1. Most places are closed New Year's eve even if it's not eve yet.
2. My contractions are very strong and frequent when I'm completely vertical.
3. Walking requires being completely vertical.
4. When searching for a place open you walk a lot.
In a way I was glad because the last thing I wanted to do was go to back home and then have to come back in again. Hopefully the contractions were doing their work.
We finally found a café open where I could discreetly have contractions without bringing attention to myself by pretending to cool down my very hot tea. Yes it was very hot indeed, the hottest tea in the world.
So there I was sitting in a café having contractions on New Year's eve and drinking very cool tea.
This is crazy remarked Husband. I had to agree.
When we got back the midwife did another internal exam. A good 3 cm. She admitted me.
Bam! I totally nailed that exam.
During the taxi ride my contractions became irregular again and not that strong. Concerned that it was in fact false labor I headed to the consultation section and followed protocol for a normal appointment which was to take a number, wait to be checked in by the receptionist, and then wait to be called by the doctor/midwife.
Except this time with my contractions and my bags I looked like a woman in labor so I probably looked like an asshole sitting there waiting my turn. Everyone was staring at me (I don't blame them). I looked at the number I had drawn. Two people ahead of me. I looked at the woman next to me. She looked concerned. I put on a smile that hopefully communicated: Don't worry a baby is not going to pop out next to you. Promise!
Fortunately we arrived late so the midwife came out and called for me without having to check in.
Her; Madame Orange?
Me: HiyesI'mhereformyappointmentbutI'malsohavingcontractionsbutthey'renot regularor5minutesapartsoIdon'tknowwhattodo!!!!!!!
Her: How long have you been having contractions?
Me: Since this morning.
Her: Ok I'm going to admit you to the maternity ward.
At the maternity the midwife did an internal exam. I was two centimeters dilated which is apparently not a lot so they decided to put me on my side to measure the baby's heartbeat and contractions for one hour.
An hour later the midwife came back and confirmed that my contractions were indeed not regular (not that this was news to me) but she would do an internal exam to see the state of my cervix. 2.5 cm dilated.
Not bad, she concluded. She told me we would wait another hour to see where we were. She suggested I take a walk around.
So we did (How about a coffee? suggested Husband). I quickly realized 4 things:
1. Most places are closed New Year's eve even if it's not eve yet.
2. My contractions are very strong and frequent when I'm completely vertical.
3. Walking requires being completely vertical.
4. When searching for a place open you walk a lot.
In a way I was glad because the last thing I wanted to do was go to back home and then have to come back in again. Hopefully the contractions were doing their work.
We finally found a café open where I could discreetly have contractions without bringing attention to myself by pretending to cool down my very hot tea. Yes it was very hot indeed, the hottest tea in the world.
So there I was sitting in a café having contractions on New Year's eve and drinking very cool tea.
This is crazy remarked Husband. I had to agree.
When we got back the midwife did another internal exam. A good 3 cm. She admitted me.
Bam! I totally nailed that exam.
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