I'm continuing with my pregnancy story for Flashback Friday. Last week, we were in hospital awaiting the results of my bloods to find out whether or not I had intrahepatic cholestasis of pregnancy (ICP). If I did have it, I would be induced straightaway.
It was a Bank holiday the day we went in for my bloods to be taken and re-checked. The hospital was quiet. Husband and I had a day room to ourselves and the pick of the sandwiches for lunch. I couldn't eat. I was too nervous.
The Doctor called us into his room after an hour or so. Here we would find out whether I had ICP, whether there would be any risk to my unborn baby and whether I would be induced or not.
He told me that my bloods were clear and the itch I had was probably down to my skin type and how much my skin was stretching. I was relieved nothing was wrong with me however I was disappointed that it was going to be possibly another 2 weeks of feeling miserable, tired and itchy. My due date was 2 days away but I didn't think Wee Z was going to make an appearance for at least another week.
Luckily for me, this Doctor must have seen the massive bags under my eyes and the sad look on my face and taken pity on me. Either that or they didn't want to take any chances with my rash possibly being ICP and it not showing up in my bloods because he said to me, "you look miserable and it is so close to your due date, we'll book you in for an induction for the end of the week".
I had to have an internal which wasn't pleasant at all. The Doctor told me that my cervix was favourable for induction which I thought was an odd thing to say to a woman after sticking your fingers up her lady garden. I never knew anything about induction until I was given a leaflet to take away with me to read and realised he wasn't complimenting me and infact, your cervix has to be in a favourable position for the induction to take place.
He phoned through to the maternity unit to book my induction for the end of the week. He didn't say much to the person on the other end of the phone other than a few agreement sounds. When he finished, he turned to us both and said, "there's nothing for the end of the week, so how does tomorrow sound?"
We left the room thrilled and yet, it was sinking in, we were actually going to have a baby tomorrow!
However, our baby or my cervix had other plans...
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