According to
the NEDC my pregnancy progress is based on Saturdays. So for example, this past
Saturday marked the beginning of my 30th week of pregnancy. Woohoo;
that in and of itself is quite exciting. 30 just seems so close to 40 (which we
all know I will not be carrying to). If you all remember, I expected each
trimester to announce itself with a bang; some sort of dramatic change; and yet
they always arrived like a lamb (if a lamb were huge and swollen and had
terrible acid reflux.)
I have been
having contractions on and off for weeks now, but nothing too close together or
even that often. However, this past Saturday I finally got that big bang I had
been looking for as my 30th week announced itself with a lot of
contractions. The contractions I had been having were painful and they continue
to be most times. This Saturday though I had 8 within an hour and 20 minutes. From
there I continued to have between 4-6 contractions every other hour or so; if
you have 4 within an hour you are supposed to call the doctor, but I was sure
it was nothing.
On Sunday I began
to notice a decrease in the amount of baby movement, which is something I have
been told to watch for. I also have been having menstrual like aches and back
pain. So Monday rolled around and I still had barely felt baby girl move, and
she is usually pretty active. I was still leery about calling a doctor because I
didn’t want to look like an idiot if everything was fine. BUT this is my first
time and so I don’t know what is normal and I worry easily. So I called my
doctor in the hopes of rescheduling my next appointment at a closer office and
while on the phone I felt prompted to ask to speak to the nurse.
I told the
nurse about the contractions, the decrease in fetal movement and the pains I was
having and of course she told me I needed to go to the hospital where I will be
giving birth to be checked out. Now mind you, this hospital is about an hour
away from me; so, on top of worrying that I would look like an idiot if
everything was fine, I would also have driven 85 miles round trip just to ease
my mind. I was wrestling with whether or not to go. But it came down to the
fact that I would rather feel stupid and have healthy babies than sit around
and ineffectively worry when something could actually be wrong.
So I made
the drive in record time, it wasn’t too bad actually. They immediately took me
back and hooked me up to fetal monitors. It took them a while but they finally
found baby girl and baby boy’s heart rate. Hers was a little slower than
normal, in the 130’s but it was there. Then, of course, both babies started
moving like crazy. (I am wondering if all the tryptophan in the turkey I had
been eating the past few days put them in slight comas?) This was fantastic
news! They were both moving and seemingly healthy (as far as a heartbeat can
determine health.)
The nurses
began to notice contractions showing up on the monitor; contractions that I couldn’t
even feel. This apparently meant that I have an “irritable uterus” which I thought
was fitting because I have been pretty irritable lately myself! Later, I began
to have bigger contractions that I could feel; I had 5 while I was there. My actual
OB was out of town and it took 2 hours to reach the doctor covering for him. She
was in the operating room, so I suppose that is a good reason to be
unreachable. I never actually saw the doctor. She spoke to the nurse and after
hearing my situation she ordered me on bed rest, beginning immediately. They said
I can’t cook or even drive. So much for that hour drive home….
I obviously
had to drive myself home, but I was required to make an appointment with my OB
for that same week (which I have to drive an hour to.) The nurse said that my
regular OB may take me off bed rest, but until then I am under strict orders. They
never actually checked my cervical length so I don’t know if the contractions
are affecting that or not. They said my OB should check this week, so until
then it is all down time. Of course this is right before Christmas and I haven’t
even bought one gift yet! I also still have lots to do for the pending arrival
of the twins and a home to take care of. Bah humbug!
I am very
thankful for a loving husband who insisted even before the doctors did that I take
it easy and put my feet up. He is so helpful around the house and he takes good
care of me. I am also thankful for friends and family who selflessly offer
their time and encouragement to us! So I only ask that you would join me in
praying that these babies are born when God has planned and not before or after