… and all I got was this lousy mug!

Well it’s Saturday morning and I expected to be snuggling with little Cleetus and watching Dominic change diapers. That’s how it works right?

Not in the cards! After 3 rounds of Cytotec, a round of Cervidil and a round of Pitocin, the spawn has decided to stay put for a little longer. Frankly, being stuck in bed with an IV and a couple monitors strapped on for two days is not my idea of a good time.

The staff at Methodist were great.  Although yesterday they did give me diabetes medication and then an hour later because my sugars were getting a little high gave me 6 units of insulin. Of course  my blood sugar tanked down into the 40s and I was feeling drunk, sweat was dripping everywhere and I was begging Dom to turn down the heat. After the third such request, he answered, “Umm… well it’s at 60, but I can turn it down more if you want. “  It felt like a 120 degrees in there! Meanwhile the Pitocin was still going and I was having contractions every 3 minutes. Oh that’s good times I tell you!

At any rate, we’re all back home and I think we’ll just wait for Ms. Cleetus to arrive on her own.

Thank you to everyone that helped us out, from all the good thoughts and prayers,texts and phone calls, to Patty wrangling the livestock in our absence and of course, Kevin helping Dom bail his car out.