When I got to Peninsula at 11:39 or so, Mom was with Ginger (she had driven her to this appointment). The nurses were prepping her for the ambulance to CPMC, but the ambulance team was still enroute. We were told it might be and hour and a half for them to even get there. Okay, we can all breathe a little. The contractions were frequent but still fairly mild, so there was a chance to get them under control -- maybe even stop them. Ginger was already on nifedipine to inhibit the contractions, so it looked like we might be going to CPMC to get them further under control. The fact that its NICU is so advanced was just going to be an insurance policy against the failure of Plan A.
Because we had time and it looked like we might be in for a long hospital stay for bedrest, I suggested I would drive home to gather some things. I told Ginger I'd be back.
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