Click here to read part 1, in case you missed it 🙂 And sorry, I need to pump in a few minutes, so probably can’t finish the story tonight…
So where was I… Magnesium was in and the awful doctor told me to sit tight for a few hours and then someone would check me to make sure I wasn’t progressing and that contractions had stopped.
Oh, I guess I should mention a few things… We’d made it very clear that even though this local hospital was admitting me for pre-term labor, our wishes were to be transferred to the University. The awful doctor made it clear she was not comfortable transferring me until my contractions had stopped, as basically she didn’t want to be responsible for a preemie being born in an ambulance in route to Iowa City. Oh, and the kicker, once you get to 5cm they won’t transfer as they figure you are too close to delivering. So lets just say I’m basically freaking out at this point, as the awful doctor seems fairly lax on my progress, and yet I didn’t want to deliver at that hospital.
Two hours after the magnesium was started the nurse checked me again and I had progressed just 1/2 a cm to 3.5cm, and according to the monitors I was still having regular contractions. Which I was more than aware of. At this point I asked for pain meds and the nurse said she would check with the awful doctor when she relayed my progress. I think it was 11am at this point.
A freaking hour later Dr. Awful said that since I was still having contractions I wasn’t stable enough to be transferred to the University. Oh, and I could have Tylenol for my pain. What the f****** f***. Tylenol??? Really? I wanted to punch the b****, but I remained pleasant. Remember, I don’t handle pain well, in my own opinion, and had no desire to birth another child with no pain meds. The plan was to give the magnesium two more hours to work and then recheck me.
Around 2:30pm the nurse rechecked me and I was at 4cm and still contracting. Eric talked to the nurse and again expressed our sincere desire to be transferred to the University, preferably before this baby is born!
So I think it was at this point that Dr. Awful called my OB/GYN in Iowa City to discuss transferring. And finally around 3pm she agreed to fill out the transfer paperwork. But… Oh yeah, she wasn’t at the hospital again… So we waited. Until freaking 4pm for her to arrive and fill out the paperwork. Apparently no one at this local hospital saw the urgency of getting me to my own doctor. Which annoyed the crap out of me and Eric. I basically kept getting the impression that they wanted to prove to us their hospital was capable of delivering a preemie and stabilizing our daughter before transferring her to Iowa City. Like they were annoyed and angry we wanted to leave and head to a larger hospital.
Dr. Awful finally arrived around 4pm, checked me again, I was at 4.5cm, which she was not happy about, but agreed to call a transport ambulance. Say what, there isn’t an ambulance already here at this hospital? No… Another 30 minutes. And still no pain meds let me add!
Around 5pm I was finally loaded into an ambulance. My nurse from the local hospital agreed to ride along with me, and then they had called a critical care nurse since I was on IV meds and unstable. The critical care nurse was so, so sweet. But let me say, when you’re in labor, the last place you want to be is an ambulance. For starters, they strap you down on a tiny bed. You can’t move, at all. I was in so much pain already, and then not being able to move was terrible! And it was so freaking bumpy… I swear the ride actually helped progress my labor! The only good thing… The 90 mile trip took less than 45 minutes! Still a long time to be in pain, but the nurses were great, and thankfully, Nadia was not born in that ambulance! Eric followed in our vehicle so we’d have a way home… when this fiasco was over.
Okay, more tomorrow!