Amazon Predicts The Future

Just got this e-mail from Amazon:

#aprilfoolsbaby #haha

Do you think they know something I don't know?

What a morning we've had. HERE'S THE STORY. If I already told you, you can disregard the following:

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So, last week I was only 1 cm dilated, thick and high. (not good). I asked my doctor if he would consider inducing me on my due date, and he said he would if I had progressed "a little" by then. He said he would snag a spot at the hospital on Thursday, and told me to schedule an OB appointment for next (this) week. We did so, and left.

When the hospital scheduled me for Thursday at 7, I realized that my doctors appointment was the same day at 8, so I called the office and told them "I need to reschedule my appointment because the doctor wants to check me before I'm induced." She said she'd ask the doctor, then returned and said "no he said he'll just see you there!"

ummm..... okay....

So Thursday (today) rolls around and we're ready to go! Before anything happened, I explained to my nurse that my doctor wanted to check me first, because he didn't want me to induce unless I had dilated a little more. She looked at me like I was crazy (she had orders to just start the pitocin!) and said, "I'll check you but I'm sure it'll be fine" So I suited up and she hooked me up to the IV and everything (uggggh) before checking my cervix, only to find that I was STILL 1 cm, thick, and high.

Nnnnnnoooooooo!!!!!!

I asked her to call my doctor and she agreed to, but first gave me a long schpeel about how I had good chances of being induced and ending up with a vaginal delivery and that waiting a week might not make any difference, so Evan and I agreed to proceed with the induction as long as my doctor gave us a green light.

WELL I'm glad we insisted, because it turns out the whole thing was based on miscommunication. The doctor DID plan to see me in his office before I was induced, and seemed surprised that I was there at the hospital in the first place. He decided to come over and talk with us. He checked me himself, and strongly advised against inducing (and possibly forcing a 24+ hour labor). So we pulled out the IV, unstrapped the monitors, put my clothes on and headed home again, as if nothing had happened.

The nurse said that she had never seen that happen before, that once people are admitted for an induction, they don't get sent home, and that's why she hooked me up and pushed for the induction.

Because of hospital policy they had to put me in a wheel chair and wheel me out to the front doors. Evan and I giggled a little since I was perfectly fine (minus the new hole in my arm) and capable of walking.

Ayla will be evicted "for medical reasons" a week from today, on April 4th. We're crossing our fingers that things get moving along before then so that this fiasco wasn't completely in vain.