Hey little girl.
Well. You're gonna be born in China. Possibly tonight, but who is to say. Apparently not the gynecologist, or any of the four nurses that we've seen
Tonight.
Monday I had a 36 wk check up, where I was told an ultrasound would be unnecessary. I insisted, because I know what our risks are despite the doctors reluctance to look at neither me nor at our medical record. In the ultrasound they found that the placenta is a bit too mature again, and as a result you would need to come
Out by next week. Plans were made for us to check in to the hospital the following week.
Yesterday, the day after our appointment, started out normal, but by 2:30 pm I was contracting and dilating in an unmistakable way. The pain began in my lower back. Intense and sharp. Difficult to breathe through. They persisted at 15 minute intervals, lasting 30 seconds to a minute at a time. This continued through the night.
Around 3 am the contractions wrapped themselves around my abdomen, like particularly awful menstrual cramps, and sped up to 10 minutes apart. Around 7 am I fell asleep somehow, and woke around 8:30 mid contraction. That was my last one of the daytime hours.
I spent the rest of today walking, squatting, pacing. Taking hot baths. Anything to get the labor-ing on the move again. Your dad and I went to dinner with some friends, where I frequently excused myself to pace outside, breathing through fresh back labor pains.
After dinner our friend took some maternity pictures of us 3. Someday when I show you them ill tell you this is what I looked like when I was in labor with you. Annoyed at your good natured and fun loving daddy, and grimacing through the pain.
We piled into a taxi, called the school driver, dashed into our apartment to grab our hospital bags, all the while timing my contractions. It was around this time that I thought I noticed some leaking.
We were picked up by our bosses, and headed to the hospital. The ride there was pure anxiety. I couldn't breathe, My blood sugar was plummeting, and everyone was asking me if i was having a contraction every time I breathed in sharply. It's a lot of pressure for someone who doesn't know what's about to happen, who will be able to translate when we get there, and if indeed they are in labor. All I knew was it HURT.
We got to the hospital, realized we had forgotten all our money, and we're ushered in to a less than sterile room where a Cantonese woman with plastic gloves pried my legs open and shoved her fingers inside me mercilessly, lecturing me in Chinese. Everyone around us discussed her findings without telling me what was going on, and around this time your daddy was being cornered into signing a paper saying he understands he will not be permitted in the room with me when you are born.
Someone had translated over the phone to the doctor that my water had broken, which I was not confident of. I tried to explain that I wasn't sure, but that was never translated. The gynecologist looked like she was 18 and was constantly giggling and playing on her iPhone, taking pictures of herself and ichatting with someone. She told me I would need a cesarian Birth bc my pelvis is different from an Asian woman's. They needed a sample of my urine, and insisted I pee into a skinny vial while sitting on the bed, which was lined with one of those pads u use to train puppies where to pee. I refused and walked to the restroom, which was the MOST GHASTLY smelling, disgusting place I have been yet- the smell of just being in there still lingers, hours later.
They moved me from this empty room to one ten feet away with another woman watching Chinese soaps at midnight and coughing up a lung. The "biohazard" bins were open and spilling over. I kept asking your daddy if we could please just go home. My contractions had all but stopped, and the nurses said I had not begun to dilate. One said my cervix was soft, and one said it was not (lots of merciless checking going on) and they concluded from these two opinions that I had a "50 % chance" of delivering tonight. I want them to explain how they know my water has broken, but they have given me no such explanation. Now we are In a room with 8 others, laying on wooden beds. Somehow your pops is passed out beside me without any pillows, and there is a man sitting right outside the open doored maternity ward chain smoking and tossing his cigarettes on the hospital floor.
We managed to both run out of minutes at the same bad time tonight, and I can't help but think of my religions class
Two years ago, and the belief in "omens"...
How did I get here?
Have been having contractions again, these much more localized in my abdomen, 7 minutes apart. I hope they persist. I hope you come tonight.
Last nights 2 am contractions came to nothing. I am trying to request that a nurse or doctor do what they have been calling a "paper test" to see if my water has indeed broken, but no one will give me the time of day. I am supposed to move downstairs this morning, but I don't know when, the only nurse I could communicate with has left for her morning shift in VIP. She knew less than I did about what is going to happen with me today. She just kept saying I must stay, and I must not walk around, bc my water has broken. "But how do they know it has broken?" "Firstly, because you told us so." "But I didn't." "We can test this." "Have they? Will they?" "Not so clear." Awesome.
The precious and sweet thing is that there is another pregnant woman in the room who speaks English, and this morning when i called the nurse repeatedly and got nowhere she spoke up from her cot and said,"hello, what can i do for you?" and offered me
her chocolates.
A few minutes ago five nurses crowded around me to touch my belly and to marvel at my insulin pump.
I am not convinced My water has broken, but I will admit that I hope it did. I want labor to be imminent. I am in a lot of pain.
Got of the phone (bc it died and we forgot our charger in the mayhem!) after a soothing comforting encouraging talk with my mom in law. Can't wait til she gets here. Talked about how I am not in chinas hands, at the Mercy of The decisions i cant Make Sense of. I'm in Jesus'. Capable Jesus who has purposes your life and mine, and given us a little miracle and a piece of grace in you.
1:45 pm. We're in the delivery area about to be induced. They said David can't come with me. I cried entering the room and who did I find for company but my English speaking chocolate baring friend. She said his will be a special experience and not to be afraid, we can talk. She added minutes to my phone online. I'm feeling comforted and unbelievably loved by my Lord and Savior.
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