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Yeah...that was too much effort last night, though maybe not as much effort as fixing whatever gawdamn keyboard issues my laptop seems to have developed.
Anyway....yesterday was long and exhausting to say the least. I woke up with a low sharp pain that came and went....kind of like the old implantation/stretching pains I had in the beginning, but combined with feeling off the past week I made the call to my OB. I thought they'd bring me in to rule out a UTI first, but they said to go to triage. Since I had no actual contractions at that point, I wasn't really worried, but at the same time it was frustrating to be in pain with no answers. My urine came back clear, and the Dr. came in to do a cervical check and a Fetal Fibronectin test. I am not sure if that triggered something or baby was just sick of the not so comfy position options I was in on the triage bed, but shortly after contractions started registering regularly. At that point they were no different than what I was told was "practice contractions" at 34 weeks with C. They went up to around a 4 on a scale of 1-12 (though I am pretty sure that isn't reliable strength wise because of monitor snugness errors, positioning, etc). It was now about 3 hrs in to my visit and of course my phone was near dead so I just sat there wondering what the next steps would be. The answer came when the nurse walked in with an IV. Up until that point they'd been talking quick discharge, so that was my first oh shit moment. And of course they couldn't find a stupid vein to get the needle is so they gave up and waited for the next check by the doctor. Contractions never really went away for the duration of my stay and even spiked to an 8 once or twice, but cervix was still closed and an ultrasound with the specialists down the hall that I see regularly showed it was still above a 4. FFN test was negative and even bloodwork came back great, so I was discharged with "Threatened Preterm Labor". While waiting for blood results, my on call OB decided that I should go ahead and get the steroid shots now...which was my big oh shit moment and by then I thought I'd end up being admitted.
Last night was a rough night, between being on edge and being sore from 5+ hours in a hospital bed with sciatica pain, I just didn't sleep well at all. I've had a few small contractions and some low back pain, but nothing like yesterday so I am hoping it was just a freak thing that we won't see a repeat of anytime soon. .I was semi-mentally prepared for complications as I got further along, but not this early. I figured 30 weeks would be my mark for increased swelling, back pain, whatever. 6 more weeks...ugh. Today puts me 10 weeks from the day I was admitted with Colton exactly. And I thought 5 weeks early left us unprepared....I spent half my time in triage trying not to freak out about the medical health aspects and freaking out about all the stuff we haven't done yet instead. Poor C will be 2 in just over 2 weeks and the kid will be lucky if his cake even slightly resembles cookie monster.
So the comfort of hitting 24 weeks and viability, while still a great milestone, isn't that reassuring right now. Here is my pic from monday (tuesday?). I think it is time to find a new shirt for pics.
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