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They sent me home from the hospital.

Phillip is napping upstairs and my poor sister is sleeping on the couch, except she's not really sleeping because I'm down here with the TV on mute and the lamp on and I'm typing an angsty blog post about how the worst happened and I was sent home from the hospital.

Okay, not the WORST.

Also, if any of this post happens to make sense, you should be super impressed because I am all hopped up on a shot of morphine mixed with something that is making me verrrrrry sleepy.

I had 3 hours of pretty regular though very manageable contractions starting at 5 in the morning. And then... nothing. Maybe 2 or 3 per hour all day. Around 5 in the evening they picked up again, big time, or at least it felt that way to me. I started to get nervous. They were manageable, but getting closer and closer together. After about an hour and a half of that we went to the hospital, because everyone was of the opinion that we should go. And at the hospital things sort of calmed down. And they checked me. And told me I was barely 2 cm dilated. And if there wasn't a change when they came back to check me in an hour, I'd be going home.

So here I am.

It's as horrible a feeling as I thought it would be. A big chunk of Failure mixed with Embarrassment and a large helping of Wuss. When I showed up at the hospital with Jack I was 5-6 cm dilated. Which is no big thing, but a whole lot more progress than Barely 2. But I was worried, you know? Things seemed to be happening much faster this time and I had all the Baby Born 10 Minutes After Arriving At Hospital stories floating around in my brain.

But now I'm home. I was told to sleep, but even though whatever they gave me is lovely and drowsy, when a contraction does hit I have to open my eyes and deal. Perhaps it's taking the edge off, I'm not sure, but I don't see how I'm going to sleep through those. I'm trying not to worry too much about when I am supposed to go back. I think with Jack I assumed it was going to take forever and I would stay at home as long as I could. I don't have that mindset this time- I'm all about knowing when to go to the hospital. So I jumped the gun. How is it possible that I did a better job of handling this the first time?

What if the contractions totally go away and I am not really in labor at all?



I'm sorry they sent you home! I hope that things progress quickly (not so quickly as in the baby-born-10-minutes-after-arriving, but good-quickly)!


Sorry for the letdown! Good luck with a soonish baby though. And can I just say that between twitter and the blog, and the hacker capable husband you totally rock at keeping the blogosphere informed.

Looks like the what to do with Jack when labour happens plan worked though eh?


Ech, quit blaming yourself. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm also guessing that by the time you read this you'll have a baby.


Sending prayers your way. I have no advice, so that's the best can do.


Aww, that does sound totally disappointing but like the others have said, there's no reason to be upset with yourself about it. At least "things" are happening and hopefully we blog stalkers will be reading about your baby girl soon!


Isn't it traditional to be sent home from the hospital at least once? Besides, second babies are supposed to be quicker than first ones, so I don't blame you for going earlier!

Good luck!


I hope that things kicked up again more. I've been sent home twice and it stung both times! One of them was with my third, when I thought I'd know better. But no, it was not time yet... sigh. I guess it still stings a bit.

Praying for you.


Don't feel embarrassed! There is no shame in being cautious. And I would probably do the same thing because of all the "the second baby comes so much faster!" stories I have heard.

I'm thinking of you and praying you have a quick easy labor, but NOT till you get to the hospital!


Oh, that suckkkkkkkks. As part of the Sent Home Club I know how terrible it feels. But you've only done this one other time in your life, you don't have to be PERFECT at it! I still believe better to be safe than sorry.

Also, I swear the hospital emits some kind of contraction ending forcefield - mine stopped as soon as I got there too. Boo.

Also, I kind of can't believe that you didn't mention that today is LABOR DAY. What a delightfully obedient child - I am sure that absolutely means she is coming today.


Dude, you read the Tales from Labor and Delivery blog - you should remember that the record at that hospital for labor checks was something like 87 visits from ONE PERSON. No one is thinking you're a dummy for going in when you did. Second babies come faster - you were SMART. Smart, I tell you! But I hope, for your sake and your sanity, that you have to go back really really soon and then you can laugh in those nurses' faces. HA!


Do NOT feel bad - you did the right thing! And I'm praying those contractions get very productive and the rest of your labor is smooth and predictable!! So excited and now officially stalking your blog waiting for The Big News!!!


One way or another, Maggie, you're almost there! Praying for you today...


Oh, I just loooooove when they tell you to sleep *through labor*! They should know better. I don't care how many cm you are, painful contractions are painful contractions.

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