So, starting Sunday night I started having contractions. Nothing too extreme but pretty regular. They were about a minute long and spaced about forty five minutes apart. I was so excited thinking that we may be getting ready for the big show. I started pounding fluids to make sure it wasn't false labor and fell asleep hoping they'd still be there upon my wake up.
I woke up to more contractions through the night which had become closer and felt a bit more uncomfortable. I got up and made Pryscilla and myself breakfast, but mine wouldn't stay down. Thinking that this might be the real thing and knowing that I needed to not eat for eight hours prior to my c-section I decided to avoid putting anything in my mouth.
By noon I decided it was time to get a hold of Kyle and tell him what was going on as my contractions were still increasing both in strength and how close they were. When I spoke to Kyle I let him know to finish work and then come over to pick me up and take me to the hospital. I then called my mom and told her it was time to come home so she could care for Pryscilla.
By the time Kyle got to the house my contractions were 8 minutes apart and getting stronger yet. Once we arrived at the hospital and were set up for monitoring my contractions were about 90 seconds long and 5 minutes apart. So of course like any pregnant woman I am convinced I will meet my little men very soon. By 6 the doctor came in and checked me and of course no cervical change.
I sat being monitored for the next 4 hours with constant contractions thinking that they would be coming in any moment to tell me it was time to prep for surgery. At nine the nurse comes in and checks my cervix. Still no change! So I'm then informed I'm to go home since I'm not in labor because by definition to be in labor there must be cervical change. How crushed am I?
So after quite a bit of tears Kyle and I leave the hospital completely confused about what is going on and knowing that my appointment the next day was going to be a battle. I mean what do they expect of me to be having 11 contractions an hour for the next 3 weeks. I say no sir!
Tuesday Kyle came with me to my appointment to back me up as I can never stand up to doctors. After a short wait at the office we are called back in. Still contracting I'm really getting ready for a fight with this man I've never met. The doctor comes in and says right away that we will do the basics of the appointment and then we will go over last night. I think good--he knows I'm not happy. He does my measurments and takes my BP. I can tell from the look on his face something is a bit off. He lets me know that my BP is up 30 points on both numbers and that I will need to have labs drawn for preeclampsia. He let me know that if I have preeclampsia I will deliver that day. I have never wanted to be sick so much in my whole life.
We then get into my feelings about my labor and what we are going to do. To my suprise he instantly says that we are going to want to move my date much closer. Of course Kyle being the gay man I love suggests today. Way to low ball the doctor! So the doctor discusses with us the risks of delivering prior to 36 weeks. Kyle and I agree to having the c-section the next week.
I am also scheduled for a follow up on the preeclampsia on Friday. We go downstairs and have my labs drawn. The results came back a few hours later as negative. Mild disappointment, but I suppose it's a good thing not to be sick.
Wednesday is my ultrasound so you may get two updates this week but a lot has happened and I had the time so this I suppose is a mid-week update.
Thanks you guys and I will definitely get at least one more journal in before my c-section.
~ Taren
