Well, it looks like these babies might try to be as stubborn as their mama. It seems they think it’s time to come out and meet everyone.
Let me start from the beginning.
Friday night we had some friends from college over for dinner. My friend that took my maternity photos was taking our other friend’s family photos Friday afternoon, so after they were done they picked up some pizzas and came over to visit. It was so good to all hang out because it only happens about once a year if we’re lucky!
So, we were up late Friday, and everything seemed fine, but when I woke up Saturday I knew right away that I didn’t feel very good. I just kept having really bad pains in my stomach off and on, so I basically just spent the whole morning and afternoon laying on the couch or bed. I’ve been analyzing stomach pains ever since I went on bedrest and became paranoid about pre-term labor, and it has been so difficult! You can read a million different descriptions of what contractions feel like, and still not read one that is identical to your own…at least in my experience.
Finally at about 10pm Saturday night the pains started getting bad enough that I decided (with a little coaxing from the husband) to just call the labor and delivery nurse and see if she had any advice. After describing to her what was going on, she agreed that it didn’t necessarily sound like contractions. She told me some things to do to try and relieve it, and we hung up. So, Jon and I went about our night – I took a shower and we eventually fell asleep on the couch while watching a movie.
At about 1:30 we got up to move to bed, and my pains just continued. I’m the type to usually downplay whatever it is I’m feeling because I don’t want to make a big deal or put anyone out, but I remember laying in bed thinking that I really should probably go in to be checked just because I was worried about the babies. I kept thinking if I was in that much pain, it had to be affecting them in some way. It wasn’t long of my laying there moaning in pain before Jon made the valid point that I just couldn’t lay there in pain all night long. At that point I suggested that he just call the nurse back again and let her know what was happening. After talking to her briefly, she suggested that we just go ahead and come get checked, at least so we could have some peace of mind.
So, we threw on some clothes, thinking we’d be back in a couple of hours tops, and headed to the hospital. Upon arrival, they had us check in and fill out a ton of paper work (of course), and the whole time I was standing there thinking about how silly I felt to have have come in. They finally put us in a triage room and had me change into a hospital gown, and I was thinking I do not need a hospital gown! Just check these babies and make sure they’re still okay, and we’ll get out of your way! But of course I obliged, putting on the gown and getting into the bed while she strapped monitors around me to check the babies’ heartbeats. Pretty soon we could hear that they were doing just fine….such a relief! She also strapped on a monitor to see if I was having contractions, which after awhile of monitoring it was established that my pains were in fact, contractions (go figure:).
After monitoring me for a little bit and contacting my doctor (or the doctor who was currently on call for my doctor), she came over to check me, which of course was not very pleasant. As she finished checking me, she informed us that I was dilated to a 4. I was very confused at first because she didn’t act alarmed at all, so I double checked to make sure I understood what she was saying. I knew a 4 wasn’t like the baby was about to come out, but it seemed a little far considering I’m only 32 weeks. After calling the doctor back again, she calmly told us that we would not be leaving the hospital and that they were going to transfer us to another room.
Everything really seems like a blur to me from that point on. They basically moved me to a labor and delivery room and started me on magnesium to stop the contractions. They hooked me up to all the basic “checked in the hospital monitors” like an IV, blood pressure cuff etc., of course hooking the babies up to monitors as well. They also gave me a couple of different shots, which I cannot really remember the purpose of now.
Over the the next hour the magnesium really started to hit me. They had me on a really high dosage, and it basically made my entire body slow down with the purpose of slowing down/stopping the contractions. I literally couldn’t even lift my arms, my vision was blurry and I couldn’t focus on anything. And on top of that we had just pulled an all-nighter. So needless to say, Sunday was quite the whirlwind.
On Monday morning, my contractions had slowed considerably, so they took me off the magnesium for a few hours. Oh glorious heaven above, it felt so good once it wore off! I gained the feeling back in my muscles and began to be able to focus my eyes again. And they finally let me eat and drink something, which I hadn’t been allowed to since I checked in in case I went into labor and had to have anesthesia. It was definitely an improvement. They let me stay off of it for a few hours before putting me back on a lower dose, but this lower dose has not been half as bad. I’m still having a little trouble with the eye thing, but I can actually roll myself over in bed now (at least as well as I could before bedrest)…so I call that a success!
So now we wait and pray. My doctor says he’s hoping to buy me a couple of weeks, so right now that’s our goal. I’ll be in the hospital until the babies come, whether that’s two days or twenty-five days. We are concerned about all the possible ramifications of course, but we’re so thankful to have a great doctor, great nurses and an amazing NICU staff that has already been by to visit with us several times.
The babies themselves are doing great, and all the nurses keep bragging on them, which makes me a really proud mama:) And I get to fall asleep to their heartbeats every night, so if there ever was a plus to hospital bedrest…
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