So I finally had some time so im updating the blog about what has happened with my pregnancy the last number of months.
So it all started back during our vacation to California back in August. It was our last night there before heading back to Utah. We went to bed proabably 11:30 or so after falling asleep watching a movie with my aunt and uncle. That night I was having a very very weird dream, and in my dream I was pushing really hard, I was pushing so hard that I woke myself up. It was about 2:30 am. When I woke up my stomach was literally rock hard and all scrunched up. I couldn't even control it. I laid there and I watched my stomach be relaxed and then it would contract as hard as it could. It was so painful each time it contracted and I started crying. I woke up Scott and told him there was something wrong. He got out of bed and sat next to me as I kept having contractions. We started timing them and they were coming every 2 minutes or so, and lasting for at least 45 seconds a piece. The pain was seriously crippling so we called my OB office back in Utah, and got the after hours nurse. I told her how far along I was (I was 25 weeks at this point) and I explained the contractions. She told me about Braxton Hicks but after she realized that these were down right painful, not just uncomfortable, she said she would call the after hours doctor and he will call me back.
About 15 minutes later the doctor called and told me that I needed to start drinking something. He said my husband needed to go get as many bottles of powerade or water that he could and I needed to try and take a warm bath to soothe my contractions. He told me that if they have not stopped within an hour that I needed to go the hospital. So we ran a bath (and in the meantime I started having stomach issues if you know what I mean :()Scott ran out to a gas station and got me 3 GIANT bottles of Gatorade. I laid in the bath for almost an hour I would say, and Scott sat right by me, pretty much forcing gatorade down my throat. I continued to have contractions the entire bath time, and they were getting more and more painful. After being in the bath for an hour, I got out and went back to bed...for 5 minutes, until I felt like I was gonna puke. I ran back to the bathroom and threw up so hard it even came out my nose. I just cried and cried, and it was then we decided it was time to go the Hospital.
Since we had no idea where a hospital in Murrieta California was, we had to google it. We found a womans emergency center 10 or so minutes away. As soon as we got there, a man rushed up to me with a wheelchair and moved me straight up to Labor and Delivery. Scott checked us in, and I was hooked up to all these monitors to check the baby's heartbeat and measure my contractions. With each contraction I would have the nurse coached me on my breathing (I found it more annoying than helpful). They then told me that I was way too early to go into labor so they were going to try and give me a shot of this stuff called Tributaline (sp?) and it's supposed to stop contractions. They also told me I was severely dehydrated and so they hooked me up to a liter of fluid through IV. The shot made me very jittery but it did help the contractions calm down. I was glad to also hear that the baby was doing fine, her heartbeat was good and there was nothing to be worried about with her. I was finally comfortable enough to fal asleep.
When I woke up it was about 8:30 and I was having some contractions again. They said they had hooked me up to another full liter of fluid cause of how bad my dehydration was. I didnt even need to pee yet! They said that my contractions had almost stopped but that they were going to give me one more shot to tide me over for the day. I will never forget the main nurse coming in and sitting down next to me saying "you were pretty badly dehydrated dear. Its a good thing you came to us when you did, cause we were able to stop this baby from being born. But next time, you might not be so lucky." It literally slapped me in the face. I was literally going into pre-term labor and it was all my fault. I hadn't been taking care of my body well enough and now this baby could have been born and may not have lived, all because of me. The rest of the day I rested. Periodically I would have a contraction, but they were never few and far between. It was especially scary cause after the visit, I didn't feel the baby move for almost a full 24 hours. I think its because it was very stressful on her and she was resting too.
I thought that would be the end of the baby drama, but it was not. A few weeks later back in Utah I was at work, and I was having a VERY hard time concentrating on my work. It felt like it was I was not totally there. I was seeing little black spots in my vision everywhere I looked. I was having a hard time controling my hands and fingers and at one point, I couldn't even grip my phone and dropped it on my desk. I decided to go outside and take a break to call Scott. I tried calling him and he didn't answer. It was then that I looked down at my feet and they were totally swollen, so swollen that they were puffing right out of my flats (my feet had hadly been puffy at this point) I then looked at my left hand and it was spotty and blue! I started freaking out so I went inside and went to my supervisor. She followed me into another room and I started crying that something was wrong. She had just been pregnant a few months ago so she could sympathize. She then called 911 and within minutes the EMT's were hooking me up to oxygen, and pushing me on the ambulance on a stretcher. Honestly it was one of the MOST embarrassing moments of my life. Never in my life would I have wanted any of my co-workers to have seen that. Scott met me at the hospital in Provo, and I brought into the emergency room. We were there FOREVER because a man had died of a heart attack on the floor, and everyone was dealing witht that of course.
After a couple hours, they told me that they were concerned about pre-eclampsia with the symptoms I was having. They moved me up to Labor and Delivery where they tested me for the pre-eclampsia and it was negative. But guess what? I was dehydrated AGAIN!!! They had been monitoring my contractions again and told me that was having "uterine irritability" due to my lack of hydration. So I got another IV of course.
The the night before my baby shower, I was helping my friend Kristy who was throwing it, set up. I had been pretty active, going up and down stairs, moving stuff, lifting stuff. We ran over to the dollar store and while in there I started having bad contractions. I had to find a shelf to sit down on. I finally went to Kristy and I was gripping my stomach. I told her I was having contractions and she gave me her car keys and told me to go get in the car. I went out there and laid the seat back. Once we got back to the condo complex, I went straight into the club house and laid down on the couch. Kristy timed my contractions and they were about every 3 minutes or so. We got some water and I laid there until they finally went away. So scary!!!!
Well the last visit to the hospital was about a month ago. I was at work...again and I started having really really bad back pain, and contractions. I was in so much pain that I was hunched over. My supervisor noticed again, and this time she said it was time for me to go to the hospital again. I called Scott and he was going to meet me there. This time I did not have to take an ambulance thank goodness! My supervisor drove me down there and dropped me off at Labor and Delivery to meet Scott. Once up there I was given an internal exam (horrible!!!) and tested for an iron-deficiancy, and it came back that I was! Sure enough im a bit Anemic (which my mother was too) and I needed more Iron. I was also, you guessed it...dehydrated. What does a girl have to do to freaking not be dehydrated???? I was already drinking way more than usual.
Oh well. Well I have not had any trips back to the hospital lately, which is good casue I would prefer not to go back until she is ready to come out!!! My doctor said its apparent that I can't be doing a lot of strenous activities, since that seems to trigger it. He said I pretty much need to relax and sit and lay as much as possible. Fine by me! haha
Well that is what has happened. Pretty annoying I must say, but through it all little boo has been very healthy, so that is all I can hope for I guess. Its almost over!!!!! I hope everything stays calm until the big day. Cross your fingers!
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