This baby loves surprises.
First, there was the surprise of even being pregnant in the first place.
Then, when my husband decided it would be fun to wait to find out the gender until the baby was born, we added that surprise to our list.
I was very surprised at 28 weeks pregnant to find myself planning a hospital birth instead of a homebirth.
And now, just when I thought we were done with surprises, I've found myself in the hospital twice in the past two weeks for pre-term labor.
(That's what I get for thinking that I had already experienced all the craziness possible when it comes to being pregnant and birthing a baby!)
The past two Mondays, contractions hit regularly. I tried valiantly to ignore them. Then they started coming every 2-3 minutes, making it impossible. Both times, I called my midwife, who said I needed to come into the hospital to have them stopped. So for the past two consecutive Monday nights, I've made the trip to the hospital in the middle of the night to be filled with injections of terbutaline and niphedipine. I've started dilating and effacing, which isn't great news. But we were able to stop the contractions, which is good news.
The new goal is to get this baby to 36 weeks- three weeks from now. Thanksgiving would be better, but at this point, anything that ends with a healthy baby and little to no NICU time would be fantastic.
I'm not on bedrest yet, and crossing my fingers that it doesn't get to that point. Because while a day or two of mandated rest sounds like a fantastic idea, being stuck in bed for three weeks sounds crazy making. Not to mention what it would do to my poor toddler, who has very little patience with a mom who wants to just hang out on the couch.
Here's hoping that we're done with surprises. Because while being on a first name basis with the nurses on the L&D unti is great and everything, I'd really not like to go back until this baby is actually ready to be born.
Beatrice's big weekend, details.
1 week ago