This past Wednesday, I turned 30 weeks. I meant to do a Bumpdate post, but well, I was tired and lazy and figured I would just do it on Thursday instead. Thursday morning I woke up with a runny nose and sore throat that just got worse and worse throughout the day. I came home and tried to nap, but it was 84 degrees in the house and the air conditioning wasn’t working.
Around 7:00 pm that evening, I started to have some pain in my lower left abdomen. I figured I probably stretched the wrong way, or it was just ligament pain or something else harmless. I drank a bunch of water, sat down, and waited for it to subside. Except it didn’t. It started to feel more like kidney stone pain or bladder infection pain – it was getting sharper and it hurt to stand up straight or bend over. I’m stubborn, so I kept waiting to see if it would lessen. At about midnight I realized that wasn’t going to happen and there was definitely something suspect going on. I called the after hours number and a very sleepy OB called me back and told me to head over to Labor and Delivery to get checked out. She said it was probably nothing, but she couldn’t rule out contractions over the phone.
Hubby and I got dressed and headed out. The only thing I brought with me was our phone charger, thinking that we may be there for a few hours and Candy Crush would help pass the time, haha. They set me up in a room, had me change into a gown, asked me close to a million questions, and hooked me up to a fetal monitor. Sure enough, I was having contractions but I hadn’t felt them at all up to that point. The resident OB came in to do some exams and discovered that I was about 1-2 cm dilated, which at 30 weeks 2 days, is entirely too much. I was starting to feel the contractions at that point and they were coming pretty regularly.
They continued monitoring me all night and hooked me up to an IV for fluids, thinking that maybe I was a little dehydrated and that’s what was causing the problems (added bonus to that was that all the extra fluids helped knock out my cold!). Let me tell you, it is quite comical to watch a very pregnant lady in only a hospital gown try to get back and forth to the bathroom every hour while connected to IVs and monitors. Hubby had to help me unplug from everything, shuffle to the bathroom, shuffle back to bed, plug me back in, and then I had to try to reposition myself some way that didn’t cause more pain. Every. Single. Hour.
In the morning, my midwife stopped by and told me that I would probably be going home soon and that they would follow up with me during the week. She just wanted to do a quick cervical check first. The resident did one the night before and it wasn’t pleasant, but it was tolerable. The midwife? My goodness. I felt like she had her entire arm inside my body and was trying to rearrange my organs one-handed. If giving birth is anything CLOSE to that, bring on the epidural. Speaking of giving birth, they should really soundproof the delivery rooms. Listening to a woman scream bloody murder at 2:00 am while a nurse is trying to start an IV on me and I’ve just been briefed about preterm labor/the NICU was NOT good times. The nurse told me not to get scared – that lady was also early, but they couldn’t stop her labor and she waited too long to get an epidural. She said that it is entirely different when you come in knowing you are going all-natural (or at least that you’re going to try). It’s an completely different ball game when you plan to feel no pain and that doesn’t happen.
Anyway. The midwife changed her tune once she herself discovered how dilated and effaced I was. She immediately started me on a medication called Procardia, which is actually for blood pressure and cardiac issues, to stop the contractions. It began working almost immediately. Then they broke the news that I would be staying until at the least the following morning AND that I had to get the steroid shots to help baby’s lungs develop just in case s/he insisted on making a grand entrance earlier than we’d like. I got the shot and they moved me to a new room. Hubby and I began texting everyone to update them and then we shut the lights off and tried to get some sleep.
I had a a couple ultrasounds and got to see the baby, so that was exciting! I think the old wives’ tale about the amount of heartburn/acid reflux and a hairy baby must be true because our little munchkin has a full head of fuzz already! S/he was dancing all around and is doing great. The high risk doctor came to talk to us after that and explained about preemies and survival rates and other scary stuff, but he seemed confident about getting me past 32 weeks, when the survival rate goes up to almost 99%. Luckily I have lots of friends who have been there, done that, and they have all been super supportive and encouraging the past couple of days.
I then got shifted over to the postpartum unit once it became clear that I wasn’t going to deliver within the next couple of days, and they removed all of my tubes and wires – yay! My dad and his fiancé stopped by with Wendy’s, Tums, and cough drops (all the essentials, LOL) and I filled them in on everything. They left and went to our place to feed/take care of the cat, who I’m sure was not very happy about missing her morning meal. Apparently she let them have it and told them exactly what she thought about it when they got there!
I had a few more contractions last night, but they think it was just during the in-between time after one dose tapered off and the next dose hadn’t started working yet. I was actually able to sleep, as was hubby since the nice PCT brought him a cot and a bunch of blankets. One of my OBs stopped by this morning and was MUCH more positive and optimistic than anyone else had been this far – and everyone had been REALLY great, she just made me feel much better about everything. She wrote me a prescription, told me I’m on “limited bed rest” for the next two weeks, and to follow up with the office this week to see how things are going. I got my second steroid shot and then we were freeeee! It took stopping at/calling around a dozen pharmacies to get my medication, but we finally found somewhere that had it so I am good to go.
I feel a million times better just being home in my own clothes, showered, and surrounded by my things. We’ve both been napping and taking it easy, trying to decompress from the past 48 hours or so. It could have been a lot worse. I’m incredibly glad I gave in and called the doctor because who knows where we’d be right now if I hadn’t. If you are pregnant and reading this, please call the doctor whenever you think something is not right. It may turn out to be nothing, but it’s always better to be safe than sorry. And on the bright side, we got an in-depth, VIP tour of the maternity center, LOL! We still have a tour arranged for next month, but it’s comforting to already know some names and how things work.