I was about to be admitted to the hospital for what I thought was a 24-hour stay. I had a regular appointment/checkup, and when I went in my Blood pressure was a little high, and I mentioned that I had a headache (actually quite normal for me.. I have one right now too, as a matter of fact..)This made the doctor decide to send me to triage (right across the street form our doctor’s office). Besides the headache, I really felt fine so I didn’t think it was going to turn into anything. We went over to the emergency room at Winnie Palmer, and signed in, sat sown, and expected to wait for a couple hours, so Todd went to the cafeteria to get us some sandwiches.
To my surprise, I was called in before he got back with the food (I was super hungry!) Apparently having triplets puts you on the fast track to see the doctor in triage.
Then, to my dismay, Todd ate both our sandwiches while waiting for me. Sheesh. He came in to the room, they drew some blood to do some tests, and we then waited for what felt like an eternity… finally one of my doctors came in and told me they were going to admit me for 24 hours to do a protein test, which would indicate if I were pre-eclamptic. I wasn’t happy about that, the protein test is not a ton of fun, I had to do it at home at one point and I won’t go into detail, but let’s just say there are more fun things to do with your time.
So there I was, thinking ok, one day, no big deal. I was supposed to be given the results of my 24-hour test, um, after 24 hours, but somehow, that turned into a couple days-no one told me the results. The doctors would come in to see me late at night when I was sleeping, so I would barely remember talking to them, and if I asked anyone during the day, they would say I had to talk to the doctor. Tricky. Finally I was told that the results came back showing that I was mildly pre-eclamptic, and they weren’t sure how long I’d be there. I still was under the delusion that I would be going home before I had the babies- I was 33 weeks at the time of being admitted, and that was NOT acceptable. I wanted those babies cooking for at least 36 weeks. I was also harboring some secret hope that they would come right home with me, no NICU time. One of the nurses actually told me that there was a woman in the room I was in a few weeks before me, that had triplets and they did all go home with her right away. I thought, if she could do it, so could I.
After about a week, I finally got it out of one of the doctors, I was in for the long haul. Greeaaat. Since I was planning on going to at least 36 weeks, that meant it could be another couple weeks in the hospital. Before this I had never been in a hospital overnight before, ever. I really, really hated it there. People were coming in the room at all hours, drawing blood every day, and I had to wear that obnoxious monitor 24 hours a day. NOT VERY COMFORTABLE. There was another really fun part called keeping track of your I’s and O’s, but I won’t go into detail there.
Todd and I ‘celebrated’ our anniversary in the hospital; he got some takeout steak dinners and we watched movies and played Uno. I pretty much napped, played on the computer, and watched TV for the majority of the time there… not the most fun time in my life, but it was all worth it. I’m writing it down now, but for the most part, it is a really distant memory. This year has been such a blur, but my pregnancy is even more of a blur. But again, its all been worth it. Stay tuned for the conclusion of: The Lyons Triplets Birth Story.