By about dinner time, it was clear that my organs were being stressed dangerously, my ability to clot blood was currently acceptable but was teetering at the point where anesthesiologists start refusing to use an epidural and my bloodpressure was continuing to rise. My situation was getting worse.
Mercifully, a sonagram also showed that while this problem had just reached the lethal point for me it was still not hurting the baby. (Remember I didn't know gender.) The decision was really made for me. I would be having the baby in the morning.
Posted by karen at September 20, 2002 12:00 AM