Huge giant anxiety ridden rant in 3.... 2.... 1.........
Well the last 24 hours sucked
On Wednesday, I had my Gestational Diabetes Educator appointment and I let her know my blood sugar levels have dropped dramatically over the last few days. She said keep an eye on them and email her if it continues. So it did, and I emailed her Thursday night, and then Friday morning I get a call from the hospital asking me to come into Pregnancy Assessment and oh btw bring an overnight bag... so we go in... not convenient at all btw! Literally in the middle of having all the bedroom carpets replaced (workmen at the house), someone coming over to check the stove and the dishwasher (new rental place - lots of problems) and then I had to do all the laundry and then go shopping for all the baby shower food to spend Saturday cooking and preparing. But we go in about 11am and they do a CTG where they have a monitor strapped to my belly for baby's heartbeat, and another monitor strapped for any uterine contractions. Both results are awesome. No problems. We go for an ultrasound to check the cord is still working correctly, as sudden low blood sugars in GD can mean placenta deterioration. But everything is perfect. She measures 5 lbs 15 / 2.6kg and right on target. She's breech with her feet up in front of her face, but happily hanging out. So back to the CTG for 3.5 hours! Again, perfect results.
So everyone is happy that bubs is doing well, I am doing well. Weird that my blood sugars have dropped but let's just run it by the boss and then I can go home. Nope! I am admitted to stay overnight for 'observation'. So I am not too keen on this idea... but I go to the ward and settle in. My husband stays with me, of course. By this time it's 6pm, I get my vitals checked, baby's heartbeat - all good. By the time 10pm comes, no one has monitored anything for 4 hours, so I ask a passing midwife when I am next getting monitored (so I know when to expect them) and she said probably 9am. WHAT? I am just hanging out in hospital overnight and you're not even monitoring me?? So I am like... well no. I have shit to do at home. I can come back at 9am for the monitoring. The midwife goes and tells whoever that I want to leave (the midwife was supportive) and I get dressed and wait for the word. Then an Obstetric Registrar comes in and she is just a bitch. 'You know why you're here, right? You know what gestational diabetes is, right? You know what happens if the placenta fails, right? Your baby dies." and proceeded to basically tell me that if I leave the hospital tonight, I have a good chance of my placenta failing within seconds, and the baby dying within seconds and there's nothing anyone can do. I, of course, argued that not monitoring me from 6pm until 9am means the exact same thing can happen while I lie in a hospital bed. What's the point of me staying if they aren't even bothering to monitor me?!
So my argument was 'If it's such a dire life or death situation, that I can't even go home for a few hours, then it's urgent enough that we need to start prepping me for delivery. Start me on the steroid injections to help baby's lungs etc... but she said no. The risks associated with prematurity outweigh the risks of my placenta failing and baby dying. Right... so it's not life or death then. But she made me feel so guilty for even daring to want to go home. I got the midwife to check me again at 5am... everything is perfect. again at 9am - everything is perfect. But they decided they were going to keep me in indefinitely and not even let me go home for an hour to gather some more clothes, have someone look after the dogs... I have my baby shower on Sunday I need to cancel... meanwhile I have had maybe 2 - 3 hours broken sleep because when you're told 'the only thing we can go on is baby movement, so if your baby isn't moving, she might have died suddenly. Okay sweet dreams!' and I'm left to wonder if my baby is even still alive when she's quiet for a few minutes.
So come lunchtime Saturday (today) I am basically just sitting on the bed waiting to hear any news. Hoping to feel kicks from my baby (which I do, but of course not every minute so I wonder...) and then finally someone comes in and says they spoke to the GD head honcho, who said this kind of thing happens all the time with GD, the blood sugars start dropping close to the end and you're fine to go home but come back on Monday for some more ECG monitoring. And I could all of a sudden leave. WHAT!?! You seriously put me through that 24 hours of hell wondering how I am going to cope with a stillbirth and how I tell everyone my baby shower is cancelled because my baby died. Wondering how I can tell if she's still okay...
So now I am home, my belly is tight as hell from all the stress and anxiety. I took a bath hoping to relax but it's the same now. I have had maybe 6 hours sleep in total the last two nights... feeling very overwhelmed and I HATE that that bitch tried to use scare tactics to make me feel like I was going to kill my baby if I dared go anywhere.