Another Fun Day
My OB called me back yesterday and wanted me to come in before 11. Kat and I got there at 10:30. My dr checked me and I was still dialated at 1. She told me should the contractions start going again, if I progressed they wouldn’t do anything to stop the labor again.
She hooked me up to the non stress test machine for an hour. My contractions increasingly got stronger and were 5 minutes apart again. So, she sent me down to the hospital to be monitored.
AGAIN? I called Jordan’s school and picked him up. Then my mom met me at my place. We drove the kids down to Pato’s work. Pato and I had talked and decided that he’d stay at work earning money and watching the kids until I called him and told him it was time.
By the time my mom and I got to the hospital, my contractions were 3 minutes apart and strong enough I couldn’t talk through them. She said, “Don’t you have that baby in my new car!” LOL
At the hospital they hooked me up to the monitors again, checked for amniotic fluid leaking, checked dialation (still at 1), and did a quicky ultrasound to make sure she is head down. I think the singing worked on Monday. I’m sure that’s when she flipped over.
Ok, so from start to finish, 7 hours of regular strong contractions getting closer and closer together, and they STOPPED. Just stopped. The nurse came down and said, I’m not getting any readings on the contractions, have you had one in awhile? I said, no, they’ve stopped, can I go home? LOL She called the doctor who said as soon as they are as regular and strong as they were when I first came in that I needed to come back. I said, “I”m not coming back until I can’t walk, talk, or breathe anymore.”
She just kind of shrugged and nodded at me, like you’re choice, but I understand. I’ll probably end up having her on the living room floor because I don’t want to go back until I’m sure as can be that she is coming.
You know, I’d really like her to stay in there a few more weeks and get those lungs nice and strong. I was a Hyaline Membrane baby when I was born. I’ve got a scar in the shape of a cross on my chest from the tubes stuck in my chest. I had to be taken by helicopter from Mercy Hospital in Council Bluffs, IA to University Hospital in Omaha, NE. And I was born 3 weeks early. I’m still 5 weeks from my due date, and though it’s rare I guess for it to happen after 35 weeks, since I was one of the rarities, I’m nervous about having her too early.
That’s about it for today. I’m going to go work on some scrap freebies for ya’all. Something I can do while sitting down.
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