Well, this last week has been very eventful to say the least. It all began with a trip to my OB last Tuesday. It was my normal weekly appointment where they check to make sure my stitch is in place (it was), give me my weekly dose of progesterone to keep me pregnant (they did) and discuss the course of action as far as delivery is concerned which never really seems to change much week to week. This past week we did discuss my increasing Braxton Hicks contractions and how frequent they had become. We decided to keep an eye on it.
Fast forward to later that night as I am laying on the couch watching TV. My contractions, which usually only occur while standing and/or walking, are now happening as I am lying on the couch and I am feeling mildly crampy with each one. I decide for peace of mind to head to the hospital *just in case*. I call my Dad who comes over to sit here with Jacob who had just gone to bed and off Ian and I go to Jordan Hospital. As I arrive and get hooked up to monitors I have two intense contractions that I can't even breathe through. This was not happening at home! They decide to keep me overnight for observation and Ian heads home to relieve my Dad.
Around midnight a contraction woke me up (again not painful, just tight). I had a few between midnight and 2 AM and when the nurse came in to check on me I mentioned the past few contractions had woken me up. Her response was, "What contractions? There wasn't anything on the monitor." Okay.....
She comes in again at 3:35 AM this time with the doctor and another nurse and they announce they are hooking me up to an IV drip of Magnesium Sulfate and preparing me for transfer to Boston. I ask why and they proceed to tell me that I have been having contractions every 4 minutes for the past 35 minutes. Really?! I didn't feel a thing! At 6 AM, I am transported to Tufts Medical Center in Boston via ambulance for pre-term labor. I spend a glorious 5 days there begging to go home. The first 48 hours I am on the Mag drip and hardly remember a thing. I guess the only way to explain it is to say you feel really drunk and are completely out of it. I remembered a conversation I had with my friend Jessica on my cell phone a few days later and had to question Ian whether or not it was a dream.
While at Tufts, I received the two rounds of steroid shots to develop Gracie's lungs which makes me feel much better about delivering early if and when it should happen. I was sent home on bed rest and I am now just hoping to make it 4 more weeks to our planned c-section around 36 weeks. They did an ultrasound when I arrived at Tufts and she was measuring around 3.5 pounds which is great! Let's just hope she stays in there a few more weeks and packs on a few more pounds!
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