I went to see my midwife today and my blood pressure was, uh, RAWTHER high: 170/100, sitting. It dropped to 140/100 when I laid on my back (lay? lied? I cannot be bothered to be correct on this topic at the moment), then 128/80 when I rolled to my left side. (That last reading is the only thing that got me a ticket to go home overnight instead of straight to L&D for bloodwork and observation.)
I never, ever have high blood pressure, pregnant or not. I actually have quite nice, lowish blood pressure most days! So, this was really unusual for me. I also had some protein in my urine and my ankles were getting a bit…smushy. I’m basically pre, pre-ecclamptic and since it can progress/worsen really quickly this gets me a one-way pass to L&D tomorrow morning for an induction.
I know. An induction. BLEH. I had one of those before. It kind of sucked. (For those not in the know, the only cure is to evict the baby. Everything tends to be fine after that.)
But, the cons of waiting it out over the next few days to see if I go into labor on my own outweigh the pros of induction. I don’t want to show up in labor, but in a hypertensive crisis four days from now. That’s a great way to end up on a drip of magnesium sulfate, perhaps get sliced open because of Dire Emergency Conditions, and stay in the hospital for several days. NO THANK YOU! (My birth plan is “Do Not Get Sliced Open.”) It’s not likely my stats will get better (they’ll probably get worse) so I’m reporting to the hospital at 8 am tomorrow, if I even make it that long without crossing the bridge into labor on my own overnight.
I’m home on strict orders to do nothing but rest on my left side.
Oh, and I’m already at 3 cm (haaaa, do I get to say “already” at 40+ weeks?) and he’s at -1 station with irregular contractions all over the place. Should be a pretty quick and easy induction. (Fingers crossed, prayers welcome, etc on that sentiment.) I’m feeling optimistic. I’m not upset at this turn of events like I was with Claire. (I was DEVASTATED to be induced with her.)
I might have my son in my arms by lunch tomorrow. Holy crap, you guys! THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING. (I guess we should really get on that name thing in a serious way.)
(Check Twitter for updates and photos if you’re into that sort of thing. I don’t plan on posting again here until we’ve been home for a day or three.)