“Hey, I noticed my urine sample is still in the bathroom. Do you need to get that to the lab?”
“Oh, no. I don’t think they’re going to run it.”
I’d been in the L&D unit at the hospital for about 2 hours at that point with monitors strapped to me to check baby’s heart, contractions, and my blood pressure.
I wound up there because earlier in the afternoon the pharmacist at the CVS Minute Clinic kindly took my blood pressure for me, and it read 144/82.
“That’s slightly elevated,” he said to me with concern on his face. “I would call.”
And I did. I talked to the nurse at my midwife’s office for the 2nd time that hour. Earlier, I called to ask if I should be concerned about the nearly non-stop nausea I’ve been feeling for over a week, and the headaches that seem to come and go.
I don’t have any other signs of pre-eclampsia. My feet don’t look an ounce pregnant. They haven’t started swelling at all. The headaches aren’t consistent, but they are there. It’s mostly just the general feeling like crap that gave me a little cause for concern. My appetite is non-existent.
I was particularly feeling miserable as I stood in CVS.
After telling her my BP reading, they requested I head to the hospital to be monitored. I took an overnight bag just in case, and alerted my mom and sister that maybe I might need them on call. Maybe.
I checked in around 6:30 in the evening while Scott stayed home and handled homework and dinner, story time and bedtime.
My first BP reading on the machine was in the 130s, then the 2nd was at 119. No need to run my urine sample because, well, obviously nothing is really wrong with me.
And so, after 2 hours in a quiet, dark room, they sent me home. Just in time to miss all the family chaos for the night. Ummm…
I KNOW HOW THIS LOOKS! I swear, I didn’t go up there just to get away from my 3 other kids and dogs and helping my son study for his spelling test and trying to figure out what to make for dinner.
But, you know, it was nice.