They were monitoring the baby hear rate and it wasn't going down very quickly. I was on the hard table for over an hour. It hurt my body so much. Finally we decided to go to the hospital to get an IV and get me hydrated. I was very dehydrated.

When I got to the hospital they were worried because the baby's heart rate still wasn't lowering much, she had a fever and I didn't. So they decided to test me for Covid. That was awful. It came back positive. They tested me a second time just to be sure. AHH. It was positive. So they moved me to a quarantined room and I was to stay over night. This bed was just as bad as the other. I kept sliding down and it was hard as a board. My hips and joints and everything hurt. I couldn't sleep all night. I was trying not to panic about possibly not being able to breath. My cough got worse. I had junk that would get in the way when I coughed and made it hard to breath for a minute. They gave me Tylenol to help with my body aches.
The thing that helped me turn a corner was when Geoffrey's father called in a breathing treatment.
















































