Some people have expressed wonder that I am blogging while “in labor”. Can I just clarify that, at this moment…I would hardly classify this as ‘labor’? This? This I would classify as a verrrry slow day in a really uncomfortable hotel where people randomly come and impale you with various implements of torture.
Rest assured that when things get intense, I will probably go awol. I will also not be posting pictures of baby emerging, for anyone who might have been wondering. I’m not *that* much of a share-er!
I’m sure you have guessed that things are still creeping by. The pitocin started at 1 m./hr and has been bumped to 4ml/hr but my uterus is sulky. It is simply pouting. It doesn’t wanna do this again. I would ground it, but what it really needs is to get a haircut and get a job.
When the contractions come, they are strong, but I can’t say in all honesty that they are causing me undue pause. I don’t know what I am dilated to, because I have had no checks since the water-breakage, at which point I was at a whopping “2″. Baby’s heartrate remains strong and consistent, filling the room with the sound of its steady, reassuring thump. He is unperterbed, for which I am very grateful!
Some other confessions, as long as I’m being transparent:
- I put on makeup this morning. Yeah, that was silly, I know. But there was this suspicion that our pastor might drop by (he did) and I didn’t feel he was prepared for the harsh reality that I was born without eyebrows.
- This one is really embarassing. I don’t think I can actually confess it.
Okay, maybe I can.
No, no I can’t.
Okay, I will. I’m all about truth in blogging.
2. I…I…I think the hospital smells good.
I KNOW! I am certifiable. Maybe I need to get out more? I am obviously one sick puppy. But there it is.
I wish I had a way to download some pictures, but I forgot my camera USB cord. If I *could* post pictures, I would post one of a button on my little hospital TV tray that says, and I quote: “Vanity Release.”
Because if there is one thing the hospital requires, it is that you release your vanity. At every turn.
But I will hold onto my carefully-drawn eyebrows, by golly. They can take away my food and give me ice chips, but some things are just non-negotiable.
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