On the way home from the photographers I started to notice I was getting some contractions. They weren't unbearable, but more painful than my normal Braxton Hicks contractions. I didn't mention them to Jarrad because I didn't want to worry him. When we got home I laid down and drank two bottles of water in hopes that the contractions would subside. Unfortunately they didn't. Jarrad finally talked me into calling the doctor and they told me to head straight to L&D. I did not want to go, I was afraid of going out there, being hooked up to the monitors and being told I was crazy and I wasn't actually having contractions.
When we got to the hospital and I got hooked up to the monitors it was obvious right away that I was indeed having contractions, and I was having a lot of them. They gave me fluids in hopes that maybe I was dehydrated and that would stop the contractions, unfortunately it did not. When the doctor arrived he checked me, I was 1cm dilated and 80% effaced. This is when I started to get nervous. I was given a dose of Procardia to stop the contractions, the first dose didn't really do much, so twenty minutes later I was given another dose, once again no real change, twenty minutes later I was given my third dose. At this time the contractions had slowed down a little bit, but I was still having them. The doctor checked my cervix about an hour after my first dose of procardia and luckily I had made no more changes. There was talks of sending me to a hospital about an hour and a half away because our hospital does not have a NICU. I did not want to go to another hospital, having these babies at 29 weeks was not an option for us! I was given an ambien to sleep, which made everyone on tv have two heads and the curtains start moving towards me. Jarrad, of course found this hilarious as I was batting the curtains away from my face.
The next morning I was still having some contractions, they seemed to not be as strong but they were just as regular. Once again the doctor checked my cervix, still no changes! Thank the Lord! I was kept several more hours so they could monitor my contractions and the babies. Around 1:00 the doctor came back in and decided to give me a steroid shot incase the contractions continue and the babies come out sooner rather than later. I was also given a prescription for Procardia to take every 6 hours around the clock, and I was sent home on modified bed rest.
So far bed rest hasn't been too bad, but it's been the weekend and I've had lots of family around. Monday will be my first day on bed rest home alone. The hardest part is not being able to interact with Isabel the way I'm used to doing. I have a follow up appointment with my Dr. tomorrow and am hoping that everything is still going well. I will do whatever they tell me to do in order to keep these babies cooking awhile longer.
I learned a very important lesson this weekend, always listen to your body. Don't be afraid of looking stupid. It is better to be safe than sorry, I'm so glad that I went to the hospital when I did and I don't even want to think about the "what ifs."
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