Yesterday Kim and I had our last appointment with the High Risk Unit at the Ottawa Civic Hospital and everything checked out good. The boys are estimated at 5 pounds 10 ounces for Sean, 6 pounds 5 ouches for Lukas. That's right: one ounce short of 12 lbs of babies. Poor Kim.
During the checkup we talked about the periodic random contractions Kim gets during the day or night and the nurse said "if you get 6 or more in an hour, call in." More fateful words were never spoken. Of course, Kim had maybe two or three spread out over a day so we weren't too worried.
We got home and Kim was feeling lots of contractions. Every 10 - 20 minutes since the ultrasound in fact. We've talked about Braxton-Hicks before. We were gun-shy about going into the hospital for nothing but the number of contractions was worrisome. Then between 7 and 8 Kim recorded 6 of them. We called and sure enough the triage nurse on the phone said better come on in.
So we jumped into the car around 9pm and made our way into Ottawa. We got there, got into a triage room, and hooked up to the monitors.
Of course, as soon as we got to the hospital, not another contraction. Well ok, one in about 3 hours. Sigh. The doctor on duty was busy delivering someone else's twins so we had to wait for three hours until he could see us, in a hot stuffy little room with old magazines to read. We were so tired and annoyed that the contractions had stopped and we didn't need to be there anymore. After two hours we enquired about leaving without seeing the doctor but they didn't like that idea. Something about going AMA being a bad thing (absent without medical approval?).
Well, the doctor gave his approval and we headed home about 1 am. Tired but not as tired as we will be once the boys arrive I'm sure.
Fifteen days or less.
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