So, we had a little scare on Friday night, April 8th. As most of you know I actually went into labor…6 weeks early! I am blogging about it so that someday when I read back on this, I can remember how feisty little Lucy was in her final womb days :) I was sitting at home, writing in Lucy’s baby book about her shower I had a few weeks back, when all the sudden I started cramping really, really bad. Her ears must have been ringing and so she just wanted to come out and say hello to the woman who was thinking sweetly of her (mind you, I wasn’t thinking so sweetly of her a couple hours later when the nurses gave me a shot of Terbutalin to keep her inside me). Anyway, I called the doctor who told me to come in right away. All that front and back cramping (combined with the hard/random contractions my body has been having the past 6 weeks [not Braxton-hicks, but REAL contractions]- which led to my first order of bed rest) wasn’t normal. I then called Shawn and told him we had to go to the doctor but “I’m sure everything is fine and I’m just overreacting- we will only be there for a half hour or so.” Little did I know, all those cramps were actually me going into labor. Lucy and I got hooked up to all the monitors and after the doctor told me how irritated my uterus is for 34 weeks (as if I didn’t already know this) she also told me that Lucy is one wiggly baby. “Usually we don’t get this much movement from babies this late in pregnancy because they don’t have the room to wiggle- but yours just keeps stretching you out!” Oh Lucy…it’s one stubborn thing after another with you, isn’t it? I knew it all along. Before I could ever feel you, I knew I was going to have a little spit-fire on my hands. You sure are a stinker. In fact, you dropped head down too early as well- on April 1st! “Happy April Fool’s Day, Mom!” Technically, you weren’t supposed to drop for another 3 weeks. Ok, back to my labor. So after being monitored for about 2 hours, they told me I was having about 14-16 contractions an hour (one every 4-5 minutes) and they had to give me a shot that might not make me feel good. Understatement of the year! I thought I was going to die! I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move but I couldn’t hold still at the same time. I felt like I was hyperventilating and it made me very cold! I told your Dad that he needed to go to the gas station across the street and get me some Spicy Cheetos and Beef Jerky while I was still strapped to the table to make me feel better. It helped a little, and the nurses thought it was silly :) Well, my body didn’t exactly respond to the Terbutalin the way they hoped. My contractions slowed down at first, but then resumed after about 45 minutes. So now I am on a Terbutalin pill that I need to take every 6 hours round the clock. Lots of work just to keep my bun in the over for a few days longer! I was also tested for a certain protein that they don't want me to have, and luckily I don’t have it, so we are guaranteed that Lucy will not be here for 2 weeks (as long as I take my pills and sit on the couch). So I will be plopped on our couch for the next little while and will probably facebook/blog stalk all of you even more than I already do :) Anything to keep my little baby healthy and happy, right? Now, if only she would return the favor…
