This week we had a nice little practice run on what it will be like when the girls decide to make their appearance. It started with questionable evidence of leaking fluid. When I called my doctor, she said to go to Labor and Delivery right away. As soon as we arrived, we were immediately whisked to the ultrasound room where it appeared as though Baby A had diminished fluid.
Back in the observation room (if you can call curtains-for-walls a room), me in my lovely backless gown, the nurses were telling us the girls are coming. Not just coming soon, but coming within a day or two. WHAT?! We aren't ready for this! The girls aren't ready for this! They were explaining the steroid shot they were going to give me in order to accelerate the development of the babies' lungs and told us we weren't leaving the hospital until they were born. This came outta nowhere!
We were admitted to the hospital and taken to a labor room, both of us wide-eyed and completely freaked out. After finally getting Papa to relax a bit and stop pacing the floors, we tried to figure out the TV remote-on-a-string to distract ourselves as we waited for the doctor.
Further testing couldn't prove that the waters had broken. We hooked the babies up to monitors, which thankfully showed no signs of stress. After testing another couple times and still finding no confirmation of a leak, they decided to wait and take a look at Baby A's fluid levels the next morning.
After a pretty comfortable night in the hospital – gotta get me one of those adjustable beds – we did more tests and again came up short. Without concrete evidence and with Baby A’s levels a little higher that day, they decided to release us to bed rest for the weekend. Of course, the fact that they couldn't prove there is or isn't a leak makes me a bit nervous so I will insist on more frequent monitoring than the "once a month" my doctor recommended. (Are you crazy?! They could be here before you're ready to monitor again!)
So we had a nice little practice run, got the lay of the land, got to experience the fabulous hospital food (bleck!) and backless gown. It sure was a wakeup call that these girls can make their appearance any time now. We could have done without the dramatics of the nurses in the observation room telling us we were definitely having these babies now. At least we finally convinced Pops that he needs to pack his hospital bag!