6/16/2007
Thursday morning, Aron and I went to our routine visit to the Dr. and found out that everything was perfectly fine. Weight...good, Baby...great, pregnancy...text book, there was really nothing to complain about that I could think of that would get me out of work any sooner than the regimented 4 weeks prior. That was until 4:30pm...
Sitting in a meeting for work, I started to realize that I was having pretty intense contractions that seemed to be coming quite often. I started to attribute them to the heat of the room, which is still confusing that we are a fortune 300 company and can't afford to put the air on...at all. They brought in some measly little fan as if that was going to cool down a room full of 40 people. Smart one boys! But when I realized that even though no one else was sweating and I appeared to be sweating like a pig at a luau, that something else could be up.
I began tracking these contractions, 4:30...contraction, 4:33...contraction, 4:35...contraction, this continued every 2 minutes lasting until 5pm. By this time all I could think of was getting the hell out and on the phone with my Dr. And that's what I did. I stood up, left the room and got on the phone. She proceeded to ask me "How come you aren't flipping out...? Because you need to get to Labor and delivery, now" My response, "Well, I was waiting for you to tell me somethings wrong before I did that..."
Ok, it's official, I'm flipping out and at the same time staying calm because I knew I had to call Aron and get him to pick me up and take me to the hospital. After thinking it over, we realized he was 1hr away from me, leaving us 2 hrs from the hospital, so I jumped in the car and floored it to Roseville. Probably not the smartest, but all I could think about was making sure the baby was ok.
When we got to the hospital, they strapped me up to a baby heart monitor and contraction monitor. Sure enough, we were watching the contractions come every 2 minutes and they were intense. The nurse came gallivanting in with a syringe of medicine that was supposed to make me stop these crazy contractions. First dosage went into the right arm followed by a pill. The shot made my heart race to about 130 beats a minute and the pill was a muscle relaxer leaving me feeling sleepy. Quite the combo! Well contractions didn't go away, so here comes Nurse Debbie with another dosage, this time putting the shot into my left arm. She proceeded to tell me that I get a max of 5 doses to try and stop it. At about 10, I had one more dose to go and I still hadn't stopped contracting. This wasn't looking good...
In the meantime, there are women coming in and out of this "holding room" either leaving because their problem was fixed or going off to have their babies. But man, the fetus' weren't the only babies in the room. A few women came in whaling and moaning over their contractions. With every contraction they were almost crying... My response with every contraction "Woa...that was good one!" Maybe I needed to start being a big ass baby like these whine bags. Whatever had to happen, I needed to get out of there. The whiny babies (MOM'S) were killing me!!
Finally at 11:30, all test results came back good. I wasn't dilated at all and baby seemed to be great. I still had a few mini contractions, but no pain. They sent me home and now I'm on strict bed rest...Great! If anyone knows me, they know I can't sit still for 30 minutes, let alone 5 days. I got back in on Monday to find out if this HELL, I mean bed rest is going to continue. When looking at the whole picture, if it means Peanut is born healthy and not this early, I'll lie here forever! :)
