Ever since my stint in the hospital back in April, I never thought that I would end up there again.
Much to my surprise, I went in to my normal check up on Tuesday and ended up getting sent down to labor & delivery. My doctor told me that I was one centimeter dilated, and 60% effaced. In plain language, that is a sign of pre-term labor and that baby might be on its way. Those two things plus another couple of signs that I was exhibiting got me sent to the hospital.
It was quite frightening because I hadn't felt A THING. No pain, no cramping. Just a normal Tuesday for me.
So, I get sent in to the hospital and I got all hooked up to all sorts of monitors and things. A came in and stayed with me through the evening, then my parents came over and brought me magazines and stayed with me for a bit.
I was so restless while I was there. I was having contractions all day, but they were variable and they didn't seem to concern my doctor or the nurses. My doctor told me that I would probably be discharged in the morning once they have time to monitor me overnight.
Well, I couldn't sleep. The chick in the room next to me kept coughing and getting sick and yelling and screaming.... I guess she was going in to labor... I dunno... so that kept me up.
I also realized that I had cable TV in my room so I was fascinated. I don't have cable at home so I probably watched a little more TV than I should have.
Along came midnight and I started feeling really queasy and I started getting intense pains in my lower abdomen. My first thought was, "Well, damn, is this it?"
I laid down for a bit and drank some water hoping it would subside. It didn't. My nurse came in and told me that I was having contractions EIGHT MINUTES APART and this could possibly be the real thing.
"Whoa, there" I said, "what do we do next?"
I got a series of shots and pills over the next 6 hours to stop the contractions. This series of medication shot my heart right through my chest and made me so jittery I couldn't sleep.
I then had a rather terrible and painful blood draw at 4 in the morning by a brand new technician, only to find out a couple hours later that that blood draw had been made by mistake and she shouldn't have taken 6 vials of blood.
I was finally discharged yesterday afternoon. I was still having contractions apparently, but I couldn't feel them. That made me feel great, not really knowing if it's false or true labor...
Last night about 9 o'clock I thought I was going in to labor again. A just went berserk. I told him to calm down, it probably wasn't the real thing. It just frustrated me so much watching him randomly throw things into a big duffle bag with no real organization to it, like we were about to be hit with a nuclear bomb and had to evacuate. I called the on-call doctor and he told me to relax and keep drinking water. That eventually calmed things down.
I'm at home now on strict bedrest for the next 2 weeks. When I was on bedrest back in April for just 5 days, I nearly went crazy.
There are so many things that need to be done and I get so restless wanting to do them. I don't like relying on A or my mom to come help me out. I'd rather do it all myself.
So, I'll be laying here for the next two weeks, trying to maintain my sanity and hope and pray the little guy doesn't plan on making an appearance anytime between now and then.