Good news: I’m glad to know I’m not crazy about feeling “not-so-hot”.
Bad news: I’ve been sentenced to partial bedrest… whatever that means.
Today was the third day in a row that I wasn’t feeling “quite right” so I called the OB advice nurse. After asking me all the normal questions and then some, she decided to have me come into the office immediately (not the hospital) to have a quick check by the doctor.
Once I saw the doctor on call, she decided I was more effaced than I needed to be at this point AND contracting a bit strong for her liking. So off to the hospital I went (which was 2 blocks away).
I checked in and was immediately put on monitors. I am DEFINITELY contracting… which is not the greatest thing since I had a C-Section scar from Chance. Imagine putting pressure on a balloon that has tape over an open gash for an extended amount of time. RIGHT!
They tried to stop the contractions by making me drink a lot of water… which only made me have to pee a lot. Then, then gave me an IV (which sent blood dripping down my arm… I wish I took a picture)… which only made me pee even MORE. Then, I got a lot of juice. More bathroom breaks.
Nothing worked… in fact, my “irritable” uterus (as they called it) only acted out more.
Brian and Chance came to visit around 6pm. First thing out of Chance’s mouth is: “I wanna get outta here!” Yeah… me too, Chancey! After 30 minutes or so, I sent the boys away to go get some dinner. Chance was like, “Come on, Mommy… let’s go! But leave THAT here!” – referring to my IV plug. I was jealous they were going to get to eat… but I sent them off anyway.
8:30pm rolls around. Mind you, I went to the doctors office at 3:20pm… I’m starving at this point. The doctor there tells me he’d like to keep me overnight to monitor my contractions.
My first question: “Can I eat?”
He says: “Yes.”
So I tell him I’d prefer to go home and call if I feel any more contractions. He gives me the “I’m-not-sure-I-like-that-idea” look but as soon as I told him I live less than 10 minutes away, he reluctantly says “ok”… but only if I agreed to be on partial bedrest.
That means, I can go out and have dinner or walk from point A to point B in my house… but I need to be sitting or laying down for at least 75% of the day. That means NO SHOPPING or VACUUMING THE CAR or CLEANING THE HOUSE.
Good thing I went to Costco EARLIER that day instead of putting it off
I didn’t tell him I was leading worship at the MOMS leadership retreat tomorrow or leading worship on Sunday morning. I just smiled.
No worries… I promise to take it easy and just pay attention to my belly. It’s not too difficult… it’s the largest part of my body right now.
I’m wiped out. Time for bed!!!