Hospital trip

Well, Mummy's paranoia did get the better of her yesterday evening and we made the trip to the hospital to get 30 minutes of foetal heart rate monitoring.

I had become locked in an anxiety loop, despite the fact that I had spoken to my doctor at 6pm and gotten some reassurances. We left for the hospital at 10:30pm, unfortunately the same time we left for the hospital when V. had stopped moving. I was so tense in the car on the way there, I could hardly speak, but at least Beanie was moving so I knew he wasn't dead. I was just so scared that he was in some kind of trouble.

The monitoring gave a perfectly normal trace and he even got hiccoughs again during it. The midwife was very nice and told me to come any time, even at 3am, if I was ever concerned again.

Artblog and Coggy, some research has shown that prolonged periods of hiccoughing can be indicative of cord compression (not necessarily nuchal cord though). The research is here (search for hiccups). However, hiccoughing is also a perfectly healthy reaction to the baby drinking amniotic fluid on a full stomach and can be a good sign of vitality. My own doctor and the midwife told me last night not to worry about the hiccoughs and that several episodes per day were normal at this stage. Beanie is moving around regularly and in fact during the monitoring last night was kicking up a storm, both before, during and after the hiccoughs.

But I was worried anyway and that anxiety had been building over several days. In the end only the trip to the hospital could get me out of it. I couldn't wait for my scheduled appointment with my OB on Monday afternoon, nor until this morning, when my OB had told me that she was going to be in the hospital anyway and that I could come then.