T.R.I.A.G.E- a birth saga continues

Last week I blogged about my water breaking. You can read about it here if you want to 🙂 As I said last week this experience would be a few entries long because it was THAT complicated. So hopefully you can bear with me and read about it in a few parts.

We arrived at the hospital and checked into reception. Just like our tour guide said when we took the hospital tour (which was pretty useless) “follow the blue arrows up to the seventh floor”. So we did. When I walked into triage I was the only patient there. I jokingly said to the nurse “wow. It’s not busy at all”. She looked at me and said “oh no. It’s really busy.” At that moment is was so quiet and serene you would have thought so. I wish I would have kept my mouth shut!!

I was given a little triage room to sit in and wait. I was having contractions. They were irregular and weren’t very strong, just uncomfortable. While I was waiting in the room to see a doctor in walks screaming woman. She was screaming bloody murder. They get her into a room and she just screamed like she was being attacked. It was so horrible to listen to. Her doula kept trying to talk her through her pain. She refused drugs even after the nurses in triage kept asking her if she wanted them. I felt so sorry for her but it freaked me out and I just wanted to either to a) be quiet/and or b)go away.Not long after she arrived did she leave to do to labour and delivery.

Waiting, waiting, waiting for the doctor. It was so boring waiting. Then I see a HOT guy I went to high school with walk by my triage room. I thought “hmm, I’m pretty sure he’s an OB.” I asked The Hubster if it was him and obviously The Hubster didn’t see him walk by. Within 2 minutes in walks HOT guy doctor. I almost died. He is as hot now at 33 as he was at 17. He goes right up to The Hubster shakes his hand all casually. Then looks at me all professionally and introduces himself as Dr. HOT guy. Wierd. But whatever. Then it happened. He said he needed to check me to make sure it was my water that broke. I was mortified! First of all there was no way this wasn’t my water broken and secondly it was not pee. So I humored him told him it was obviously my water. Then he said he needed to do an internal to make sure. I almost died. Dr. HOT guy who knows my husband and still sees him on a weekly basis for hockey was about to check me internally. HORRIBLE! So he checks me. The whole situation was just awkward for me. He didn’t seem to care. He said he had to check my fluid (gross sorry) and would confirm if it was in fact my water broken (obviously). As he closes the curtain The Hubster looks at me and says “Isn’t that what you always wanted? Didn’t you always want him to finger you?!” Disgusting. O.M.G. I cringed then and still cringe now just thinking about it!

Within 15 minutes it was confirmed that it was in fact my water (thank you very much) and was told that I was being admitted and that I was the next person for a room. They were very busy there and were waiting for someone to deliver to put me into their room. I was given my IV antibiotics and they started me on pitocin. At this point it was about 1:30 in the morning. I couldn’t believe that this was the day that we would finally be able to meet our baby! It was a pretty exhilarating feeling knowing that the person who you have carried for 9 plus months is about to enter the world!

Pretty soon after I was given my IV the triage nurse came in a told me that they were getting very busy and that I would have to vacate my triage room and move to the chairs in the triage waiting area to wait for a room. At that time I was told the wait would be around 30 minutes. I could handle that. No big deal. But then in walk 4 more very pregnant ladies who are in active labour. So I was left on the chairs to wait. And Wait. And Wait. And wait some more. Every 30 minutes or so I kept getting told by a nurse that I was next and then in would walk another woman closer to delivery than I was so I kept getting bumped out of the priority line.

The time kept going by. Honestly when I think about those hours I don’t even know what I was doing. I know I ate some ice chips. I know I was freaking out a little but those hours are a bit blurry.

At 6:30 am……yes at 6:30 I was still in a CHAIR in triage. I was told that a room had just become available for me and that I would be going to my room shortly. Triage to me is now not a place where they quickly assess you and your situation. Triage=a horrible place to be.

At 7 am I entered my birthing room. We will have to leave that torture fun for another day!