Ok, it's bed time...

The nurse has given Stephanie Ambien to help her sleep through the dilation. So, while she's nodding off, I'm taking a few minutes to recap the day.

First of all, I had to end the Facebook/Blogger crossover, because it was getting everything out of order and confusing more people than it was helping to inform. So, I'll stick with Blogger for now, because it creates a more permanent record. One benefit to anyone who was reading on there is the fact you won't get multiple posts from me anymore, and the other one is, if you really didn't care that much to know the every minutia, you can now check it at your leisure, instead of having it slammed in your face every time I post something.

The night started with us heading to the hospital shortly after 8 o'clock pm, because the hospital called us and finally told us that a bed was open. I say "finally" like we were waitng forever, when in reality it was only 2 hours. But those two hours sure did drag out.

We got here and got checked in and everything was fine - except for the fact that when they went to take Stephanie's blood sugar it was at 148. This is extremely high for the fact that it had been 4 hours since the last time she ate. For those of you who are wondering, for it to be considered good, it should be under 120 two hours after you eat. So as you can see, she had twice as long to get it down, but couldn't. And when they checked it again 20 minutes later, it was still at 144. They say it could just be stress, but if it's 150 or over when they come in to check her at 2am, then they are going to have to give her an insulin shot to bring it back down.

They started her on Cytotec at 9:45pm to get the contractions going to help her dialate. They also gave her Ambien then, because they wanted to let her dialate as she slept. She'll be taking a half dose Cytotec every 4 hours, until her contractions are every 5 minutes apart (sometime tomorrow) or she has taken 4 half doses. If she hasn't dialated after that, they are going to have to put her on Pitocin. (Note to self, do not ever again look up the medication your wife is taking to help her give birth. It only causes you to worry even more.) (Second note to self, thank you Wikipedia for balancing my viewpoint. Still shouldn't have looked it up to begin with.)

I'm about to call it a night, but before I go, a picture for you:


"Damn hospital, keeping me waiting..."

I was going to upload more, but the hospital, Flickr, and Blogger have all conspired against me.