I wasn't feeling well on Wednesday afternoon--I had a high fever, chills and aches--so Kent convinced me to go to the hospital when he got home from work. The fever was causing Baby Dos' heart rate to spike, too, so my doctor decided to put me on an IV, give me Tylenol and keep me overnight for monitoring. If the baby's heart rate didn't go down, my doctor said, a c-section might be necessary that night. This news made us a little bit anxious; a little bit excited. Were we finally going to meet Dos?
By the next morning, my temp had gone down and the baby was doing better. So we got to go home. No baby in our arms this time, but that's okay.
It was a good practice run to the hospital, in any case. We realized that we'd forgotten to pack lots of stuff in our hospital bag: a change of clothes for Kent, contact solution, a camera (!) and laptop. This being our second child, you'd think we'd be pros at this, but the quick run to the hospital caught us off-guard. Next time we'll be better prepared. And next time--we hope--we'll have someone to bring home with us.
(There are no pictures to go with this post because, while I may be immodest enough to put pictures of my pregnant self on the Internet, no one needs to see me in a hospital gown.)
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