Today, Jude and I went to Baptist Hospital for her weekly NST (non-stress test). By now, we know the drill. We arrive, check in out front, then get an escort back to triage. There, a nurse takes us to a room and after Jude gets "comfortable" (that's a relative term), she's hooked up to a machine that monitors our unborn son's heartbeat. The nurse leaves and we talk quietly or read. The results are transmitted real time to our doctor, Roseann Maikis, and after she gets 30 minutes of solid results, we're free to go.
This afternoon, I stretched out on the built in couch next to Jude's hospital bed and fell asleep for a few minutes to the comforting sound of our son's strong, rhythmic heartbeat in the background, sweet music to my ears.
Within a half hour or so, the nurse came back into the hospital room and told us everything looked (and sounded) great. We left and drove over to Roseann Maikis' office. Before she called Jude back, I had to leave to pick up J.P. from school, so Jude was on her own. Roseann was pleased with how Jude is doing and everything appears to be on schedule for our February 21 c-section. Three weeks away.
Damn.
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