Last night, I woke up with an awful headache. I had been instructed several times to go directly to the hospital if I got a headache that didn't respond to Tylenol. Against my wishes, Cameron pushed me into the ER in a wheelchair, but when we got up to triage, it turned out that he probably knew what he was doing. My blood pressure was 180/106.
Those magic numbers were my winning ticket to a trip to Labor and Delivery for 24 hour monitoring. I guess the determination now is that if my blood pressure goes down while I'm here, then I stay a little longer, and if it doesn't go down, then we have a baby sooner than later. Glad we had those steroid shots last week!