Friday morning rolls around and I head to work. It starts off slow, the work load is minimal and I am enjoying the morning. Around 10 am I get my first of many braxton hicks. The third one is so painful I cry. Since I work at the hospital I call the Labor ward, and am told to come in. Email Mike to let him know what is going on, I know he is class, but I don't think its anything too serious. I am admitted and put on a monitor to be watched. At around 4:30 ish I am told that I the test they did was negative, and that they don't think I will go into labor in the next 48 hours but that they will continue to monitor me. My contractions pick up, and the new shift of midwives comes in. She does an internal exam to see what is really going on. The contractions are making me dilate. They let me know that they need to give me the first of two steroid shots to help develop the baby's lung, and that they will try to stop the contractions so that his lungs will develop.
At this point I am starting to freak out. I mean, I am only 29 weeks +5 days. Along with that news, they let us know that at the moment there would not be room at the hospital for a 29 week old baby, all the cots were full. They were going to have to transfer us to a new hospital soon, just in case he did come early. About an hour later they told us we would be going to Winchester, which was a hour's drive south. Mike goes home and gets some things together. The ambulance takes its time, so Mike makes it back in time to ride with us. I get a blessing that truly puts my mind at ease, knowing things will work out fine for both me and the baby. We arrive at 11:30 pm to the Winchester hospital. I am put in the labor ward, but after some monitoring am transferred to another room. The contractions have slowed down a bit, but not stopped. Saturday, Sunday, and Monday I am in hospital being monitored. They let me know I could go home on Monday afternoon, since they did not think that I would go into labor in the next 48 hours. I am still having contractions/braxton hicks every hour or so, but they are not as painful.
We are glad to be back home for the moment. I am hoping some bed rest will do us some good. Knowing that he has had the steroid shots, and that many baby's survive at this age bring me much peace. Man, in my mind I was thinking I still had 10 weeks, but my chances of giving birth early have gone up. I guess Mike and I should really start thinking about names, and get our labour bag ready. We are hoping we can keep the baby in for 2 more weeks at least, that way we don't have to be transferred to far away, if they happen to be full again. We are so thankful for everyone prayers I have felt them as they have strengthen me physically and emotionally. I keep thinking I will break down and cry at any moment since I really haven't done that, but it might not happen. I will post a new picture up soon.
On a funnier note, while in Winchester we were stuck to a hosptial room, on Saturday I told Mike to go out see the town and get us some snacks. He gets back all excited and tells me that I would love to see this town. He wished he had taken his camera, and said that he thought of going in and taking a tour, but thought he should get back to see how I was doing. On the way home, I got to see a bit of the town and it was so lovely. I want to go back for a visit, AFTER the baby comes. Here are some random facts about Winchester:
Jane Austen Died here.
2 comments:
SOOOO glad you are home and doing well! And now we can tease you about cheating in sports cuz your kid takes steroids hehe...on a more serious note though, stay calm! That is the best thing for you and the babe no matter what. It really makes all the difference especially when you're in labor. Love from the Guerreros!!
Oh Janie! My goodness I can't believe you started contractions so early. I have the opposite problem where my kids don't want to come. We have to kick them out.
I hope all goes well...we'll keep you in our prayers.
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