|All that was missing was one of these.|
Chris was not feeling well. He woke up feeling nauseous and sick. But we had a doctor's appointment with a doctor he hadn't met yet, so he was bound and determined to go with me. When we got to the doctor's office, he turned completely white and made a beeline for the bathroom. I headed back to deposit my sample. For those of you who don't know, when you are pregnant, you begin every doctor's appointment by peeing in a cup. Anyway, after I finished, I saw Chris. He said he didn't get sick but really wanted to. He looked like death.
The nurse came and called us back. We went to weigh and then to see the doctor. I was still measuring about a week ahead and Susan's heartrate sounded great. She was head down (I knew that because when she hiccups, my butt vibrates) and was doing great. Dr. Andrews remembered seeing us on Tuesday night touring the Birth Place at Durham Regional. He asked us if we enjoyed the tour and we told him we did. For me, it still did not feel "real." For Chris, I think seeing the labor and delivery rooms and the mother/baby rooms made it feel a lot more real for him. We did enjoy the tour and it was good to see where everything was and how it would go.
After the appointment, Chris went home, where he promptly threw up and then laid down to try to recover. My plan was to work until three and then come home to nurse him. I would have taken the whole day to do that, but alas, my office book club was meeting that day. So I went to work. The morning was fairly normal without any big issues.
At 12:30, the members of OADLOER (Office of the Appellate Defender League of Extraordinary Readers) gathered to walk from our office to Mellow Mushroom. I was wearing one of my standard maternity outfits with shoes that are cute but admittedly not really "made for walking." The walk began fairly normal. The pavement of this part of the American Tobacco Campus is very uneven. Also, I cannot see my feet or where I am walking anymore. To top it off, pregnant women are clutzy and have completely lost their sense of equillibrium at this point in pregnancy. All of this is true for me. I wobble a little bit now and drop things all the time. However, none of my previous clutzy experiences prepared me for what happened next.
|I may as well have been walking on this.|
I didn't think I landed on Susan but I wasn't sure. So my friends sat there with me while we waited to see if I wanted to get up. Right away my shoulder hurt and my arm was kind of tingly. Jon, who used to be a fireman before turning attorney, came up from the restaurant to assist and assess. My injuries were not life threatening, but we decided to walk to the restaurant and call my doctor just to be safe.
While on the phone with the doctors, I was doing a pretty good job of staying calm. My friends were reminding me to breathe deep and drink water and trying to reassure me that things were okay and that Susan was okay. But I hadn't felt her move since the fall, and she is super active so that made me really nervous. Finally, the nurse picked up and I explained what happened. At first, she told me to eat and drink something and see what happens. But the she said she wanted to double check with the doctor. When she came back, she said that the doctor wanted me to go to labor and delivery at Durham Regional to get hooked up to the monitors to make sure everything was okay. As she was saying that, I sort of began to lose it...nothing like a pregant weeping woman at Mellow Mushroom. So I told my friends what the doctor wanted and Jon, who also used to drive the ambulance when the paramedics were occupied, went to get his car.
I started crying and tried to call Chris. My friends were doing their very best to reassure me that this was just routine and everything was fine. Of course, because my poor sick husband was at home, he was sleeping and trying to recover so he didn't answer his phone after the first couple of tries. So then he called me back but I wasn't really able to get words out. So I gave the phone to my friend Jonathan who told Chris what happened and that Jon was taking me to the hospital and to meet us there.
We got to the ER (where we are supposed to go if we are in labor) and they called for a transport right away. Chris walked in a few minutes after I got there looking kind of like a ghost and very out of breath. I thought he was going to pass out. Apparently he had run from his car to the ER. Once we got up to L&D, they immediately took me to a room, and gave me a gown. After I got changed, my very friendly and kind nurse Jennifer came in to hook me up to the monitors. She strapped on the fetal heartrate monitor and after two tries, she found Susan's heartbeat. It was beating super strong at 140 bpm, which is what she was beating that morning at the doctor's office. Then she hooked up the contraction monitor because I had been having some very strong Braxton Hicks contractions. The doctor came in next to check out my arm to see how it was doing. The heartrate was still good, but I was still having frequent contractions. They were never painful, just a lot of pressure. The doctor then did a quick exam and determined that I wasn't going into labor. So they decided to give me some IV fluids to hydrate me and see if we could get them under control. All the while, Susan's little heartbeat was just beating along. And she was moving and wiggling again like normal. That is what made me feel a lot better, just knowing that she was okay.
So they monitored me for about two and half hours and my contractions lessened by the time they gave me the second IV bag. But then my right forearm really started hurting. Since Susan was okay and the contractions were much better, they decided to send me to the ER to be checked out. So I was wheeled down to the ER (in my hospital gown) and put in a very not-as-nice cubicle to wait on someone to come look at my arm. We waited for about 30 minutes and then the PA came to check me out. He determined that my arm was likely not broken, just very bruised and swollen. He told me what to do (ice and rest) and said if it did not improve, then to come back and get x-rays. So we were discharged around 7 and after stopping for some much deserved Cook Out (I never got to eat my BLT from Mellow Mushroom), we went home.
|This almost made the entire trip worth it. Almost.|
It has definitely been an exciting 24 hours. I was telling Chris this afternoon that at least now we know exactly what to do and where to go when the real thing happens. But I am just so relieved the real thing wasn't yesterday. I know she would have been fine if she had come that early but I really don't want her to come until she is 37 weeks. That is when she is full term. So in 2.5 weeks, she can make her debut but until then, she needs to cook a little longer. Plus, we still have a few things to finish up. Like watching our baby care videos and putting together a few last minute items. Then we will be all ready for her big day!