Urgh what a shitty shitty afternoon
Got to the hospital and was shown into the ugliest, grottiest looking labour room I've ever come across!
The MW then took my BP which was still high and a urine sample. She then told me that the urine sample had +1 protein, though she did admit when pressed that that could and probably was caused by the liquor.
She then tells me I can get changed, to which I said No thanks, I don't intend on staying.. Her raised eyebrow and filthy look said it all really.
She then tells me they need to take blood samples, which I was fine with, until she told me she was going to insert a venflon for IV access. A lovely argument then ensued where I argued that it was completely unnecessary and that I did not want to have it inserted and she argued that it was 'just in case'
I then mortified myself by bursting into tears and telling the OH that this was my worst nightmare come true, no one was listening to me and that this was exactly why I wanted a homebirth
.. This made her leave the room and come back with the equipment to take blood via syringe.
She then informs me that because I haven't had a swab for GBS, I'll automatically need antibiotics during labour... Yet another argument ensued whereby I quoted a tonne of facts I didn't know I knew (PB - I love you!) and basically stood my ground and said no damn way! Bear in mind I'd been there less than an hour at this point!
Anyway, as you can imagine, she was getting pretty pissed off by this point (as was I) and basically told me she'd be back with a doctor when my bloods came back. Two hours later she did just that, and boy I'll bet she wishes she'd spoken to him first!
He started by telling me that they didn't like to induce labour too early because the synthetic hormones pose risks... I knew then that I was fine and going home!
He continued on basically saying that he'd prefer to wait until morning at which point I stopped him and told him I was going home, he simply responded that that was fine. The MW then butts in with her but this and but that and risk of fits because of high BP and I kid you not actually told me that If I had a fit I could fall down anywhere and hurt the baby!
She then in a very 'but sir' school girl manner told him I'd refused antibiotics.. He told me that risks asked if I understood them and said I could still leave. She did not look a happy bunny!
Anyways, the upshot is, I'm still not in labour proper (no shit after the day I've had!) but I'm back home for now. I will have to go back tomorrow unless baby comes but I'm prepared to battle again. I also have the added problem that technically they don't want me to birth at home any more either, but frankly I don't plan to tell anyone until the last possible moments anyway so that's the least of my worries right now.
Sigh. How the hell did it all end up like this?
Thank you all so much for your messages of support, they honestly did help. You're all bloody awesome.