This week turned out to be an exciting week, but not in the way I had planned. When I was driving to work on Sunday morning, I thought I was having contractions. I only felt 2 or 3, so I just let it go. While I was working on Sunday, I felt some more here and there, but there was no pattern so I just assumed they were Braxton Hicks. I decided to call the doctor, just to be on the safe side. He told me to call back if they were 10 minutes apart or less. Within an hour, they started to be 5-8 minutes apart. So, he sent me up to triage. Triage has to be my least favorite place in the world. I was checked out at triage and they determined that I was contractions, but not dialating, so I could go home on some medications. I HATE taking medicine anytime, but really hate it when I am pregnant. But, I did not want anything bad to happen to baby girl, so I took the smooth muscle relaxers.
They sent me to the doctor on Tuesday afternoon and things went well there. I was still contracting and not dialating. The doctor told me that there is not proof that the meds work, so I did not have to take them. I was happy to be off of the pills. He mentioned the horrible BR word and I was not thrilled. He told me that I was on modified bedrest and that I only could do things that I had to do. He never mentioned work, so I thought I could still go in. On Tuesday night my contractions were 2 minutes apart. David suggested that we go to the hospital, but I asked if we could wait to see if they got any worse. They did not, so I went to sleep. I figured if they got bad enough, I would wake up. I know this sounds irresponsible, but let's remember how many times I was in triage with Brady for absolutely no reason.
So, I went to work on Wednesday and things were going well. I was still contracting, so I thought I should call the doctor's office before they closed so that I would not end up in triage. Sure enough, when they called back they sent me immediately to the hospital. I was less than thrilled because it is Easter week and I have a million things to do to get ready. And I really did not think the hospital was necessary. Like a good little patient, I went up to the dreaded triage and had two of the rudest nurses ever. I won't post all of their rudeness, but trust me...it was bad. The on call doctor put me back on the pills and on stricter bedrest, including no work.
I called the doctor's office today to have them update my papers for the HR department at work and apparently the bedrest the nurse told me to be on might have been extreme. She was very dramatic. I have an appointment tomorrow morning, so hopefully it will all be cleared up then.
I was so hoping not to be on bedrest this time, but I am trusting God to take care of us. I am so thankful for so many friends and family who have already offered to help out. I am so incredibly sad that I have to miss so much work. I absolutely love my job and all the people I work with. I am grateful for the time I have with Brady, but it seems like cheap time since I can not really do anything with him or take him anywhere. Please pray that baby girl stays healthy and does not come to meet us until she is completely ready. And pray for David as he had to take on all the household responsibilities.
Hopefully we will have good news tomorrow.
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