It's been a little adventurous around here the past few days. Teeny-tiny boy made up his mind that he was ready to make his debut into the world. Thursday was a busy day around here, and Matt and I took a nice long walk around our neighborhood after dinner. It is quite hilly and I started getting very regular contractions. I waited it out through the night, but they were about 2 minutes apart so I called in to see what to do. Maybe I waited too long!
My dad was just about to go down to New Mexico to be with my mom and sweet Grandma and I had to call him last minute to have him hold off. I wasn't concerned at all, really, and thought I would just be in and out really quick. My awesome neighbor Susan took Kaden for me with 10 minutes notice, and I sent Matt on his way to work. I figured there was nothing to stress about.
I ended up staying ALL day Friday and half of today in the labor and delivery room. It took forever to stop contractions, but for some reason I still didn't feel worried. I guess it turns out I am only 34 weeks, so that is a bit early for teeny people to be born. I got shots, tons of IV's, pills galore, the whole works. The most painful part was that I thought I would die of boredom. I sent my dad on the road and he called every hour to see if he needed to come back. I read magazines, watched more tv than I have watched in a year, and talked on the phone all day.
The nurse said she felt like she was "wrestling a monkey". The little guy would NOT hold still. She would find his heartbeat, and 2 minutes be back in the room, only to fish around for it again, finding he had completely done flips. She had me turning left, right, sitting up, laying down...we were like a circus act in there.
I was bummed to have to stay the night. It's hard for me to ask for favors, but I managed to ask for dinner for Matt, Kaden spent the night, and I had someone take Matt to work today. I am always just overwhelmed with people's kindness and concern and willingness to do anything and everything to help out. I have no idea how to even begin to express enough thanks.
So finally this afternoon I escaped out of there. I have to be on several prescriptions for the next 3 weeks, and am supposed to be on "bed rest"...whatever that means! I have no idea how to do that, but I guess it's a good excuse to be a little lazy. I am just really glad that the little monkey is still safe and sound, and it seems that things will be just fine.
I just love my doctor-he is such a crack-up. This morning he said, "sorry if we freaked you out yesterday. We had to be quite aggressive because that little guy was dead-set on coming." I was sort of surprised and just said, "oh, I figured you totally had everything under control." He said, "Well, we like to appear that we do."
Everything seems to be completely under control now and I am happy to be back home. I missed putting my baby to bed last night, and kissing Matt goodnight.