I was allowed to come home.
Granted, I pushed pretty hard to get that…I whined that I hadn’t had a contraction in over 24 hours, that I’d only gotten 1 hour of sleep the night before (which was anything but restful–the whole point of my being there), and that I wasn’t on an IV. I also said that it would be virtually impossible for Ravi to bring me home (and he’d have to be there to settle the bill) at “discharge hour” (aka 11am…the middle of his day).
The stars were on my side, because the doctor said okay, as long as I called and made appointments for visits next week (accomplished this morning, thanks) and let me leave.
I actually have a shot at sleep tonight…thankfully.
My final thoughts on this stay at Gleneagles? Very clean, very nice, competent staff. But oh my god, the internet is slower than dial up (painfully slow), and they seem to do everything they can to space out your meds so that even if I *had* been able to sleep, they’d be waking me up almost every two hours all night anyways.