False Alarm

Tuesday I woke up feeling HORRIBLE. Tired, sore and just gross all around. That night I started having contractions about 6 minutes apart and they lasted for over four hours. I called the hospital and she said to just take it easy and unless the contractions get really bad to just try and go to sleep. So I took a warm bath and finally tossed and turned all night and slept.


Tonight you decided to surprise us all. Around 4 in the afternoon I noticed a little bit of blood coming out. It scared me a little and so I decided to call the nurse. I had been having contractions for a little bit that day and she told me to keep an eye on it. If the contractions were steady for an hour I needed to go in to the hospital just to check things out because you are still pre term at this point. Your Dad was at work and I sent him a text to let him know what was going on. I waited an hour and sure enough, the contractions were about 6 minutes apart again. I asked Grandma Vikki to take me to the hospital and called Dad to have him meet us there. I got checked in at the hospital and they put me in a room and hooked me up to the monitors. They checked me and I was dilated to a one and was having contractions every 2-3 minutes. They waited an hour and checked me again and was now at a 2 and the contractions were not slowing down. They were starting to become a little uncomfortable. They decided to give me a shot of morphine and phenegren (in my butt, ouch) to see if I was in "real" labor or false labor. With the idea that if it was false labor the shot would dull the contraction pain and it would be fine. I still felt the contractions and the shot did nothing but make me completely sick to my stomach, super warm and VERY light headed. It also put you to sleep but the contractions were not stopping.

I started to freak out a little bit. If this was real labor, I had forgotten my hospital bag and camera at home. I didn't get to do all the things I wanted to do to prepare for the hospital. I know its silly but I at least wanted my toe nails painted to feel a little pretty on the actual day.

At this point, I was starving. I thought I would only have to be there for about an hour so I did not eat before I went. Well when they could not decide if this was real labor or not they would not let me eat anything incase I needed surgery. GREAT. Thankfully the very nice nurse brought me all the jello I could eat and that helped curb my hunger. They waited another hour and checked me again. No progress, which is a good thing. Contractions were still coming every two to three minutes apart so they called the doctor again to give me a shot to stop them.  That shot didn't stop the contractions so 15 minutes later they gave me another one just to be safe.

Because you are early, they weren't going to do anything to speed up the process to help me go into labor. They want you to cook as long as possible. If I was 38 weeks they would have just let me keep going and I would have had a baby last night. CRAZY. So they finally got the contractions to slow down and your very drugged mother was released from the hospital. Morphine had made me extremely light headed or "high" and the entire ride home in the car I was so sick to my stomach. The phenegren on the other had is supposed to help with the nausea but only knocked me out for the next 12 hours. As soon as I made it home I could barely make it up stairs to the bathroom fast enough before I threw up all that yummy jello. Mmm orange flavored puke, yum. Then I comfortably fell asleep for the next 10 hours. I do have to say that it was the best nights sleep I have ever gotten while being pregnant.

Now we just sit and wait. I am basically on bed rest and have to take it very easy to keep you cooking longer. I am only allowed to go to the hospital if my water breaks, there is more bleeding, or if I have contractions so bad I can not walk/talk through them  and they are consistent for an hour.

So darling, I think you are coming early at this point. I am still having a ton of contractions off and on through out the day, they are worse at night. I am losing more mucus plug on a regular basis, which is super gross by the way. I'm sitting here on pins and needles just waiting for something to happen. I am a little terrified that your super busy Dad will be un reachable when its go time. So daily I remind him to keep his phone glued to his side at all times.