A Bad Day

Kelly had her appointment with the midwives. She really hoped she would have given birth already so she wouldn't have to go all the way over to see them.

The morning was stressful, from the mom of twins plus one who was ready to pop -- and was not happy at all -- in the waiting room, to the midwife who would not listen to Kelly when she said she knows the date of her last menstrual period, and instead, insisted that the ultrasound showed her due date at April 30. (So much for these midwives actually listening to the mom-to-be!) Eleanor's heartrate was up some (160 instead of in the 140s) and the midwife said it was just from moving her around. The other midwives waited for the heartrate to go back down, but this one didn't. So, now in addition to it seeming like they'll let Kelly stay pregnant forever (going by THEIR due date) Kelly is concerned about the raised heartrate. To put it simply, she isn't trusting this practice anymore. She doesn't feel like she has a lot of choices. And of course I'm worried for her. I have to believe that Kelly's due date is right and that Eleanor will be here, at the latest, within the next two weeks.

I suggested that I could go home if it would make it easier and less stressful for Kelly, and come back once she goes into labor, or whenever she needs me. After a difficult day, we went out for Mexican food (and two margaritas for me) at Amigos and decided that I'll stay and Gene will come down Saturday for almost a week. Hopefully, the stress of being overdue will ease and we'll have a big, healthy baby next week, when we're all here together!