Thursday, June 16th:
We finally get the call we’ve been waiting for. For some reason (possibly having to do with some crappy weather nine months ago), the Overlake birth center is packed; if you aren’t in active labor, your due date is irrelevant. Olivia is already 8 days overdue, and we were excited to hear that we were being scheduled for an induction on Sunday. Because baby is reluctant to come out, Olivia has to have weekly, then daily NSTs (non-stress tests) to be sure baby is still getting adequate nutrients from the womb. Uncomfortable and time consuming, the NSTs are beginning to get on our nerves; we’d rather just have the baby. And now, we thought, the date is set. Baby will be born Sunday, June 19th, or possibly Monday the 20th.
Sunday, June 19th:
After waiting impatiently for 3 days, we are excited to wake up early on Sunday morning, in anticipation of the call for us to come in. At 41 and a half weeks pregnant, Olivia is more than ready to bring our new baby into the world. So, we wake up at 4am Sunday to call the hospital and make sure they are ready for us to come in at 5am. They aren’t. Per Olivia’s doctor, we tell them that if we cannot get in for an induction, it is important to get another NST to check on baby’s health. We are given a new deadline: they will call back at noon to give us an update.
In the meantime, we decide to continue cleaning up the house, so it can be perfect for when we return. Soon enough, 12pm arrives, and promptly passes without a call. We continue waiting, until, concerned not receiving a call nor an NST, we finally call again at 3pm to check. This nurse is more helpful. She tells us that the previous nurse should have never mentioned a call at 12pm, and that it is unlikely we will get in at all today. Apparently inductions have been getting pushed for days, and even though Olivia is at the top of the list (medical induction trumps those who just want to schedule their babies), they can’t admit another induction patient until the rush of actively laboring women calms down enough for a few rooms to be open. Only slightly frustrated, we concede and wait for the next call when they will schedule an NST. At 9pm, while we are preparing for bed, we answer yet another call to come in for the test. A little bit more than slightly frustrated at this point we decide since baby was kicking so ferociously we plan on getting a good nights sleep instead of schlepping all the way to Bellevue and back. As a result, we are once again back to waiting for the hospital to call and tell us they are ready.
Since this call could happen anytime, and we need to respond quickly in order to get the bed, we don’t sleep very well the night before the big day.
Monday, June 20th:
We wake up early, uncertain of what to do. We call the birth center, and once again are told that it could be anytime, but just not now. I decide to forego work, since my 40-60 minute commute is not conducive to getting anywhere quickly. Around noon, we receive the call we had truly been waiting for. I am just putting on gloves to do some yard work, when the hospital calls to say that we are in at 2pm!
Finally, the day has come. As we head off to the hospital, we wonder how long it will be until our little surprise is here…