guess where i spent my day yesterday?
yep, labor and delivery.
not ideal.
here we go again...
after a sleepless night of contractions that were consistently a wee 2-3 minutes apart, my doctor sent me to the hospital.
to say i was disappointed is an understatement.
i have been trying so hard to stay active and healthy this pregnancy, but i think i just stink at this pregnancy stuff.
everyone assures me it's not my fault, but it's hard not to feel guilty when i'm the only one in charge of something so teeny and helpless.
with my not-so-hot pregnancy history (miscarriages and preterm labor) i have already been under close watch with this baby.
and i'm thinking it is only going to be closer now. bummer.
but for now, things are under control. yay!
a quick explanation of what happened:
- wednesday night/thursday morning i experienced 6 hours consistent contractions. (not real painful, just uncomfortable).
- thursday morning i called my doctor.
- i was admitted to labor and delivery.
- i was poked and prodded with who-knows-what to stop the contractions and strengthen baby's lungs. deja vu.
- measured 1cm and 60%. not horrible, but not ideal for just 29 weeks.
- contractions stopped.
- i had a few teary breakdowns.
- i got sent home with my fingers {and toes} crossed!
the hospital was lonely.
matt skipped out on work to take care of chet for the day, to which he said:
"you might not like being at home all day, but i suck at it!"
haha. oh matty, i'm sure you did just fine. 2 year olds are just nasty sometimes.
and i will just ignore the black and blue goose-egg chet acquired under your watchful eye!
matt and chet didn't stick around the hospital much, for obvious reasons.
no one enjoys watching their kid touch everything in a hospital room. eww.
but they are like the only friends i have here in utah, so it was a very quiet day without them.
thank goodness for TV and cellphones. i would have died of boredom without.
(although, you can only watch so much america's next top model, and do so much creeping around on facebook, before you want to scream... and your phone dies.)
[chet thought my room was great. he claimed the bed - and TV - before i got in it!]
i sure don't like being pregnant. and i can't understand women who do.
physically, it is a piece of cake for me. (i feel so awful for girls who are sick the whole time).
but emotionally, it's a real struggle. watching my body change is a trial that my heart just can't handle some days.
but, as much as i don't like it, i know it's a blessing. and i'm lucky.
and we are SO NOT READY for this baby to come!
we packed our camera when we went to the hospital that morning *just incase*.
if worst came to worst, we didn't want to be without!
luckily, we didn't need it. and hopefully we won't for at least a few more weeks... or more.
guess i will just need to be careful, and take it easy.
unfortunately, that will be easier said then done with a 2 year old, a dog who gets walked 4 times a day, the fact that we are moving again in a week, and that i have only made 1 friend in my complex who i would even consider asking to babysit.
soo... wish me luck!
luckily, we have amazing family. my mom will be here in a week to help out with chet and the move. (and to play!)
i can't wait to have her company.