Today I went to the hospital. The reason is not very pretty - so I wont mention it. I called the OB's office and left a message to notify them, and ask if I needed to do anything. Right before I was about to get into the pool with Bethany, her kids, and Malachi they called me back. The Dr wanted me to go to the hospital.
So I went in after drinking a lot of water because I figured they'd want me to drink a lot of water in case of an unltrasound. I registered at patient registration in the lobby, and after standing at the counter for 10-15 minutes while they registered me, I made my way to the triage unit for labor and delivery. The desk in triage then wrote up their own paper (one small one) and let me use the restroom (soooooooo much water).
I laid down in a bed and sat there for a while. I went to the bathroom again (I can't stress how much water I had). Then Patient Transport came to get me to take me to Ultrasound. I went down there and by then I really had to pee, so the ride in the wheel chair was pretty miserable. Then the ultrasound with an ultra full bladder was even worse.
After that, and emptying my bladder again I laid there waiting for the ultrasound technician (who was really cold btw) to show the films to the doctor. She wouldn't even tell me if she saw a baby. Apparently she did see a baby - and she saw a heart beat. She just didn't tell me. The OB (which is the one I've been trying to see btw - kind of exciting) was really surprised she never let me listen to the heart beat.
The doctor said the heart beat (166 bpm) was perfect. The baby measured at 9 1/2 weeks (I'd been guessing 10) and looked great. The "issue" wasn't even really an issue. I was released to go home (which I did right after I went to the potty again). I have to make sure I don't do to much for the next seven days and keep an eye on things. Otherwise I'm fine. No bed rest - thank God!
I can't believe all the drama this family is experiencing.