It’s here. My estimated due date. I’m completely shocked that we’re going past the due date. I was absolutely convinced Bubba would be early.. convinced! And now, his legacy is that he will be late… like his momma. I’m always late. I have horrible time management — actually it’s more like time estimation — things take longer than I think they will and that’s what makes me late. I’ll blame it on bad math. I digress. 40 weeks pregnant and no baby exiting the ute yet.
I had my appointment on Thursday and I was 1.5cm dilated. The doc did a stretch and sweep and by Friday night, I was losing more gobs of my mucus plug. But no other progress really. Lots of discomfort but no strong contractions. Sigh. I just want to meet my son. I just want him to be here safe and sound. The doc said they won’t induce me just because he’s a big baby, they’ll just let me go on my own or do a c-section if he gets too big. I’m assuming they’ll induce at some point because he’s overdue, but I didn’t ask that question. Sometimes it takes me a bit to process the information and then I think of the questions after my time is up! I go back on Thursday — I told her I didn’t want to see her again unless she was delivering my baby. The good news is, she’s on Labour & Delivery duty this week, so if Bubba hurries the heck up, maybe we’ll have her deliver him. (Just to clarify — our care was shared between two MFMs — one male and one female — in case I’ve referred to the doc as “he” in the past).
And now for the “other things”. I don’t talk about much else other than infertility and pregnancy on this blog, but I need to talk about what else has been going on. My dad is in the hospital. He’s been living with us for 2 years — it was supposed to be a temporary arrangement while he was finishing up radiation treatment for lung cancer, but somehow a round of lung cancer, a round of colon cancer and a round of rheumatoid arthritis later, he’s still here. He’s been unwell for the last 2-3 weeks with lots of fatigue and low energy — been sleeping excessively. He had been to the doctor for blood and X-ray but was waiting to follow up next week at his physical. His doctor is 1.5 hours away where he usually lives. Anyways, on Tuesday night, he passed out in our hallway and we ended up calling 911 to have him taken to hospital. There’s a lot of details that I won’t go into so as not to bore you, but they don’t know what’s wrong. He’s had good days and bad days but they have not been able to provide a diagnosis. We’ve been at the hospital everyday. Today, they called at 6:30am and told me he had a rough night and was found wandering the halls disoriented. When we visited today, he claimed to be fine “if the nurses would just leave him alone” and didn’t have any recollection of being disoriented through the night. He had very low oxygen and they were concerned about a blood clot so they’ve been giving him Heparin. Today, he refused the heparin. And he has refused the CT scan they want to do on his chest and his head. And despite not being himself, he’s allowed to make these decisions because he hasn’t been declared incompetent. The nurses were fantastic in explaining things to us, but basically, they’ll just make him comfortable and if he dies, he dies. So I went in and read him the riot act. 40 weeks pregnant and basically yelling at my father that he needs to do what the doctors tell him or he will die and never meet his grandson. When we left, he had agreed to the heparin and the CT scan, but who knows what will happen when we are not there. Because he also told the nurses not to call us with any updates. I get that he has rights and I know you have to be fairly sick to be declared incompetent, but this is ridiculous. If he were to get a diagnosis of something serious and decided not to pursue treatment because maybe survival rates were low, I appreciate that. But to not do the testing, because you think the nurses are bothering you and because the CT scan gunk made you sick? These are not the decisions of a rational man.
I’m angry that this is happening. It’s all falling to me because no one else is local. My energy should be solely focussed on my son right now. I had a mini-meltdown when we left the hospital today — because I’m terrified of the stress hurting my baby. I just want to relax and concentrate on having a healthy baby. I don’t want daily trips to the house of sick people. I don’t want phone calls at the wee hours of the morning. This just sucks. The happiest time of our lives is being marred by dad being sick.
So that’s the other stuff. I have lots of real life peeps who read my blog and I just wanted to let everyone know what’s been going on. And to vent and bitch a little. Thanks for “listening”.