A few weeks ago I said to my husband, "I have a feeling the babies are going to come when I'm either 32 or 34 weeks." I am 32 weeks now. Tuesday night I started having contractions pretty regularly, they weren't strong at all, so I whined around awhile before I finally sucked it up and called the doctor. Honestly, I was considering just going to bed and ignoring them because they didn't feel like much at all. But, to put my and my husbands mind at ease I figured I would call. Of course, they sent me to labor and delivery to be monitored.
Prior to this latest episode of preterm labor I was 1cm and 80% effaced, when I arrived at the hospital the nurse checked me and I was a "loose 1cm." They hooked me up to an iv and said they would check me again in an hour, an hour later I was 2cm, so the doctor was called. When he arrived he checked me and I was a "loose 2cm," so my cervix was definitely making changes. At this time, the contractions still didn't hurt that much but some were pretty uncomfortable.
Since our hospital is fairly small and there is no NICU, my dr. made the decision to send me to a hospital about and hour and a half away. The nurse told me I would be taking an ambulance down and that one of them would have to travel with me, which I was fine with. Then, the dr. comes in and tells me that no, I will not be traveling my ambulance, I will be traveling by helicopter. This is when I started to freak out. I have no desire to ride in a helicopter, ever. They freak me out. Within about 20 minutes the helicopter arrived and I was strapped to a stretcher and loaded on, scared to death. Since the helicopters are so small, my husband was not allowed to travel with us and had to drive down. The ride took about 25-30 minutes so it wasn't too bad, but I had a death grip on my cell phone the whole time. I'm not sure why my cell phone is my comfort item of choice, I guess I'm addicted to it.
When I arrived at the hospital I was 4cm dilated. After spending way too long in the smallest room, with the most uncomfortable bed ever, they decided to move me to labor and delivery. I spent most of Wednesday in labor and delivery being monitored. The twins were both doing great, but I was still having contractions. I was given several doses of procardia, but the contractions continued. Luckily, I hadn't made any more changes, I was still 4cm and 80% effaced, baby a was about -2 station. So they moved me to an antepartum unit. So I got to lose the IV, the monitors, and the bed here is way more comfortable. I was checked again this morning and I am holding steady at 4cm, they contractions have stopped for now. But, they decided to keep me until I am at least 34 weeks. When and if I make it to 34 weeks they will reevaluate. They said they will talk to my Dr. at home and see if they week comfortable taking 34 week babies, if they do, then I should be able to go home.
So now I'm at the hospital, which is great, I want the twins to have the best care possible if they do come early. But, I miss Isabel terribly, since I'm over an hour away from home it isn't easy to get her here. Luckily, my dad is bringing her down this afternoon, I can't wait to see her. I bawl every time I think about being away from her for the next week or two. Jarrad is going to get a hotel room here for the weekend so Isabel and him can be right here and then I can see her more.
So far I have had 6 needle sticks, and 7 different peoples hand's in my vagina, I'm a dirty girl.
How about a belly pic? This is about a week old, but you get the idea.
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