If I would have written this post a week ago I would have told you that things have been going great....I have been feeling awesome compared to what I remembered at this point with Macayla...I am still moving at a decent pace.... but then this week happened....
If you look at my pregnancy calendar that I have been keeping notes on you would see that I wrote on Monday that I had an awesome day as far as how I felt. Tuesday night after dinner I felt very nauseous and had terrible heart burn...these two things may or may not be related to what happened the next day.
Before I continue I have to note that Jason left for Iowa on Sunday straight from Minocqua and was planning on being gone until Friday for work.
Wednesday morning I woke up with a scare, I was bleeding. Within a few minutes of my alarm going off, I had called my neighbor Cathy, my friend Heather and the hospital. Cathy was over within a few minutes and I explained to her what was going on. She was able to comfort me as I was obviously in tears while I waited for Heather to pick me up to take me to the hospital. Although I was very nervous about what was going on and not sure what would cause me to bleed, within 20-30 minutes of being awake I was feeling the baby move.
As we were about to leave for the hospital, the plaster guy showed up at the front door (before 7am), I looked at him and told him..."Just so you know, I am heading to the hospital". He pretty much was speechless, not sure what to say. Heather got me to the hospital, while Cathy took Macayla next door.
To make a long story short I will just bullet point it:
- Jason had turned his phone off during the night b/c he forgot his charger at the previous hotel
- The hospital staff did not act as if this was a huge emergency
- Finally got a hold of Jason, but couldn't really tell him much b/c the doctor hadn't been in to see me yet
- My doctor was actually at the hospital for deliveries and a c-section that day
- Doctor told me that several things could have caused the bleeding
- Within 45 minutes of being at the hospital contractions started...not strong but contractions...bleeding had stopped
- They told me that it was unlikely that the baby would come b/c there were several things that could be done to stop contractions
- Jason and I decided that he shouldn't get in the car and speed to GB, but understood that things could change and he could miss the baby being born
- Step 1 to stop contractions: Drink lots of water and juice....this didn't work, contractions continued and started getting a little stronger
- Step 2 to stop contractions: IV fluids, About the time I was hooked up to my second bag of fluids I started getting a pain in my back. Heather tried to massage it but it didn't do anything but irritate it more. It started out dull but with in 20-30 minutes the pain in my back was severe. It was realized that I was having back labor, on top of stronger contractions, when the pain in my back would intensify and then release over and over again. I could barely walk when the pain was peaking.
- Step 3 to stop contractions: muscle relaxer shot. About 5 minutes after the shot, my mom arrived at the hospital. The nurse had me lay on my side with a heated blanket. Within 30 minutes the contractions had subsided! :)
- The doctor came in around 1:15 and told me that since the contractions had been stopped for awhile that I was free to go home.
- I had to take it easy the next couple of days, but no bed rest...I actually went to work the next day.
My mom spent Wednesday night with Macayla and I so I didn't have to worry about taking care of Macayla. Thursday at work I sat as much as I could and drank as much water as possible. I did okay, but definitely hit a wall by the end of the school day. Thursday night Heather came over (which actually we had planned on Sunday) and was able to help me with some things around the house. As she helped me around the house, I definitely started nesting. I got a spurt of energy and wanted to get EVERYTHING off my to-do list. Although we got a lot accomplished, I forced myself to stop when she went home around 8:00, and put my feet up. I feel back to the way I had felt the week before.
**Hopefully what happened on Wednesday was a fluke and Baby Boy Starke won't be arriving for 6 more weeks.
