We made one false start around 8:30 we got a few blocks away and I thought I felt him kick, so we went home. As soon as we got there, I felt like I just wanted to lay down and feel sorry for myself for a while, but hubbs said we should get back i the car. So, at 8:50pm we re-started our little trip.
The first thing I did when I started putting my coat back on was begin blubbering like a deg-on fool. I mean I really bawled my eyes out. Thank God for my support system! The father of my child is an amazing man because he calmed me down enough to get me to the car. I wasn't in pain, but I just kept thinking I did something wrong and that the baby was hurt and it was my fault and a bunch of other thoughts that were driving me crazy and making me feel bad/guilty. I was definitely hysterical...
Anyway, he got me to the car and we drove the 11 minutes to Prince George's Hospital up the road. I cried until we pulled up to the ER and all he did was listen, encourage me, and hold my hand. I was terrified and he seemed so calm.
I guess that's just the God in him. Our spirituality is manifested is so many different ways and it did make me feel better to be around his energy.
We walked into the ER where some unsavory characters seemed to sleep and I was lectured about not knowing exactly how many weeks I was. (jerks) A terrible skinny white child accidentally scratched me while trying to put on the blood pressure wrap thing, then a cord got caught on her pocket because she was moving too fast and not paying attention. She almost tripped & fell which would have been funny if my arm wasn't connected to that cord. A homely white woman brought a wheel chair and took me to the maternity floor......too bad she just left me sitting there. My partner and I waited, and finally some Black woman came out of nowhere and took me to a room. (I never saw the homely lady again) The Black woman connected a bunch of stuff to me, asked me the exact SAME QUESTIONS FROM THE FORM I ALREADY FILLED OUT, THEN GAVE ME ANOTHER DUPLICATE OF THAT FORM TO RE-FILL OUT ALONG WITH SOME OTHER FORMS. That wouldn't have been so bad, except she collected the paperwork and said "I'll be right back"...and hour later I was thinking about just leaving. By that point, I had the info I came for. I could hear my son's heartbeat loud & clear. He was obviously fine and these people were obviously not that concerned.
Just as I reached over to unhook myself, a doctor came in.
She was either African or Caribbean and she had such a positive attitude. She brightened up the night. She told me everything was "beautiful with the baby" and not to worry. She also assured me that coming in was the right thing to do, so all around I felt better. The experience reminded me of why I haven't been to a hospital in a decade...they're horrible places if you want to feel good. lol
Now that I've made it home a little after midnight I thank God for my son's health and my husband's strength!
Love & Blessings to all the families out there!