Well our rode to babies has hit a bump in my plan, and I realize I am saying "my" instead of God's (because He always has a reason). It was a normal week this past week. Short due to Memorial Day (which actually was spent with a lot of walking and shopping and purchasing of two recliners for our babies) and not too bad at work. Everything was going pretty normal. I had contractions while at work some, but that is nothing out of the ordinary. Alan was home for the week, which always makes my life less stressful! I was just looking forward to my endocrine appointment Friday so that I could get my crazy sugar under control!
Thursday was a clinic day in Kentucky with only a half day scheduled. It was kind of crazy because our computer system was down, but nothing too pressing. I had a few contractions throughout the day, but it was nothing out of the ordinary and just random and short lived. On my way home, I decided to go by hhGregg because we were purchasing a freezer, so I got that over with, went by the grocery store for dinner supplies and headed home. Then it began, I sat down to wait on Alan to get home before I was going to cook. I began having a contraction, then another one, and another one. This was weird, never did I have them at home and never were there any that were consistent. So, I just kinda blew it off. By the time Alan got home an hour later, I was having them pretty consistently and I had started timing them. Every four and a half to five minutes and they were last a minute. I figured it was maybe because I was starving to death, as it was almost 8 o'clock and I hadn't eaten anything since 2. Alan noticed I was wincing a little, and then he got concerned. I rested, drank some water and he cooked dinner. Every time I stood up to go help him, the contractions got stronger. So, he made me call my OB. We were immediately told to go be evaluated at the ED. I told Alan we were going to eat before we left, because we all know that you don't get food at the ED and we would be there forever!
At the emergency department, they took me in, evaluated me for being dehydrated, and began me with fluids. All the monitors were hooked up and the babies looked good. It also confirmed I was contracting every 5 minutes or so consistently. The fluids didn't help, actually started making the contractions worse. So, they gave me Procardia to see if it helped with the contractions, that was a no go. Thankfully, when they checked me I was closed and didn't appear to be dilating. So, they ordered an ultrasound to measure the depth of my cervix. I also received an injection of terbutaline to see if this would slow them down. My cervix depth was good, babies looked good (baby B had actually turned back around to being breech and Baby A is head down on my cervix, both are very feisty). The terbutaline slowed the contractions down minutely, but not for long. The doctor at the ED decided since I wasn't dilating I could go home (at 2 am) and follow up with my OB.
Friday was filled with doctor's appointments. The endocrinologist put me on an oral medication and got me set on a diabetic diet. Then was my OB appointment, where she was on the edge of putting me in the hospital for observation for the weekend or letting me go home on strict bed rest and call if contractions were worse. We agreed we would call and I agreed I would give up being stubborn and do what's best for the babies.
So, we are home on bed rest and only allowed to get up to go to the bathroom. It was kinda nice to be told I couldn't cook or clean :). We were to return to my OB on Monday, but since I had an appointment on Wednesday, already, she said to follow up then. I am on bed rest until then. She, also, started me on Procardia 4 times a day for the reduction of the contractions. We are hoping this completely stops them, but they seem to think I won't stop and will be a "contracting lady" for the rest of my pregnancy. So far, they have calmed down, but are continuing every time I stand up and are not consistently occurring as I am lying down.
I have to remember how blessed I am to make it this far without any complications or bed rest. I made it farther than what other's thought and don't have any indication of labor right now, which makes me happy. I'm just having a hard time coming to grips with possibly being on bed rest for the rest of this pregnancy. I wanted to work as long as I could up to the birth so I could have more time off with the babies once they are born. I don't want them to be early or in the NICU because it scares me more than anything and knowing Alan had that experience with his two first children, I don't want that to be another experience for him. But, I want more than anything these babies to "cook" as long as they can and be healthy, so I accept this bed rest for that reason. Now, I just have to pick out a new hobby!
Please pray for our precious boys as this pregnancy continues. Pray they stay put until at least 34 weeks and that everything goes smoothly. Also, pray that I keep things in perspective and remember that God has a plan far greater than mine!
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