I had quite an eventful day yesterday. Not necessarily events that I would want to repeat anytime soon, but it WAS eventful. After dropping Arwyn off for a stay at Camp Aunt Banana, I returned home for my doctor’s appointment. She was a tad concerned about my slight swelling, rapid weight gain over the past week, increased blood pressure and protein in my urine. Apparently I flunked every test they had for me except the reflexes one. I would have studied had I known there was going to be a pop quiz. I never had this problem in school.

After having blood taken for labs, she sent me home with one simple instruction: rest. I went home and Googled preeclampsia for a bit, then headed out to the salon. I already had my previously mentioned pedicure scheduled and I wasn’t too keen to miss it. Sitting in a recliner while someone else pampers your feet is resting, right? As I was preparing to leave my pedicure my phone rang and it was another doctor from the practice telling me part of my labs were back and she felt my hemoglobin was dangerously low and would like me to come to the hospital for further labwork and monitoring. Yipee! At least I would be arriving at the hospital with pretty toes.

I went home and threw some things in a bag just in case they decided to keep me prisoner overnight, grabbed some magazines and headed on in where I was wheeled up to Labor & Delivery. Not really sure why they insist on doing that, but I was happy to sit. I was taken to Room Triage 3, which sounded a little scary, but only consisted of a bed, a sink and some monitoring equipment. Over the course of the two hours that I was there, I was attended to by no less than four nurses and one on-call doctor. I’m guessing that whichever nurse was the least busy was instructed to go check on the chick with the fat feet. I had more blood taken, the baby was monitored and my bp was taken at least every half hour. After answering approximately half a billion questions, reading two magazines and starting a book, calling Bubby to relay updates, and a stern lecture from the on-call doctor, I was free to go.

Baby looks great, they are mainly concerned about my blood pressure and low hemoglobin. I was instructed to take as much iron as I can stand (my iron tolerance is pretty low), eat plenty of iron-rich foods, drink a lot of water and rest. I am not supposed to be up for more than an hour at a time. I have now reached my alloted hour, and must retire to my chaise.