Monday, July 9, 2012
So I took a fast ride to the brigham in the the wee hours of the morning of the 9th. Once I got there we had an ultrasound with a less than friendly tech who left Shazam and I in the ultrasound room and didn't tell anyone to bring me back to my room. Once in the room I was hooked up to the monitors and left to bake literally for the next 24 hours. They kept the room dark so I have no understanding of time. I remember them rounding in the morning telling me I was doing ok. At some point a neo came down and spoke with us but I have very little recollection of that. At some point my parents came and stood at the end of my bed for a few minutes I tried to make my mother feel better since I could tell she was freaking out. I sent out a text message that can only be described as e e cummingsesque which freaked the recipients out more than I was trying too. Shazam left at some point to get some food with her bff who drove down. I spoke with my bff but I don't know what I said. Pretty much I don't remember much of what happened over the next 24 hours. All I can really recall is that I was freaking hot. Mag is the devil I swear. I was convinced that I was going to spontaneously combust. I sent Shazam to get me a mix of cranberry and apple juice with crushed ice. I really wanted to lay in it. We rounded out the day with the second steroid shot (ouch!). Shazam snoozed on the couch/bed thing and I lay in bed on my side listening to the babies heart beat. I was terrified. I gave the baby pep talks and did some yoga breathing. I must have slept some but I don't really remember it. I mostly just tried to will my bp down and my liver and kidney function up. It didn't work and the next day would be the day we met our daughter.