False Alarm #2

I’m getting pretty familiar with the L&D triage room.

Last night after we got home, I was continuing to have contractions, though they were more mild than they had been. Around 10 p.m., they started getting really bad, and around 11:30 p.m. we called the OB’s office because I was in horrible pain and the contractions were 2 minutes or fewer apart. We were told to give it an hour and if I was still contracting I likely was in labor and to head back to the hospital.

So, around 1 a.m., we headed back. We registered, were taken up to L&D and put back in the triage room. The nurse came in to check me and, while Lucy was around a -2 or -1 station (I like to go with -1!) and the nurse could feel her head, I was *still* not dilated. At that point I started to cry because I had been contracting for more than 12 hours straight and close to 24 hours yet not making any progress. I really didn’t want her coming this early, but if I’m going to be contracting I’d rather just go ahead and deliver her.

It turns out my UTI is still “raging”, and the nurse said that could be causing the contractions. She gave me a shot of morphine and phenegren, which knocked me out. However, this morning I awoke to, you guessed it, contractions. We called my doctor for a different UTI prescription since the first one obviously isn’t doing much good, and I’m hoping that once it gets knocked out I’ll feel a lot better. However, I think life is going to be pretty miserable until then.

False Alarm

We thought we might have a baby coming today. I woke up with really strong cramps that lasted about two hours. I called my doctor, and by the time the nurse called back they had basically stopped. I decided not to go in and be monitored since I figured that was that.

Two hours later, when I was at work, they started back up. The nurse had told me if they came back to go straight to L&D, so Joe and I left work and headed out. When we arrived, I was hooked up to the monitor and was having some pretty strong contractions. In fact, the look on the midwife’s face when she saw them made me think that she thought we were going to have the baby.

However, my cervix was still closed, meaning I wasn’t in labor. I was dehydrated, which they think was the source of the contractions, and several hours later, I was very well hydrated but still having contractions. I still hadn’t made any progress with my cervix, so they sent me home.

There is good news: my cervix was soft, and the doctor could touch Lucy’s head through the membrane covering my cervix. She has definitely dropped and is ready to rock and roll. She’s just waiting for Mommy’s cervix to cooperate! The nurse said she doesn’t think I’ll make it to my due date. She thinks Lucy will be here by Thanksgiving at the latest. My mom says within the next week, and Joe thinks it will be two more weeks.

So now I just endure the contractions until they become too hard to bear, or, in the nurse’s words, until I want to rip Joe’s head off. Then, we’ll be having a baby.

36 Weeks

How far along: 36 Weeks
Total weight gain/loss: Up 22 pounds from my first OB appt.
Maternity clothes: Definitely.
Sleep: Horrible.
Best moment this week: Realizing that this is the month!
Movement: Yep. She’s squirmy.
Food cravings: Chocolate.
Gender: A little girl!
Labor Signs: False labor. 🙁
Belly Button in or out: Still in.
What I miss: Being able to walk and sleep without pain.
What I am looking forward to: My final baby shower.
Weekly Wisdom: The baby can come at any time now.
Milestones: One month to go!

I woke up this morning with severe cramps. They lasted from around two hours, and started out quite close together, lasting for between 30 and 40 seconds each. I called my doctor, and she wanted me to come in to get monitored to see if I was going into labor. But, by the time Joe got home and I had showered, they had pretty much stopped. I’m glad it wasn’t labor at this point, but at the same time I was kind of bummed. This made us realize that we probably need to go ahead and pack our bags and put the car seat in the car since she could really come at any point now.

I’m wondering if she’s dropped more. I’m having more pressure in my pelvic area and I feel like I have much less bladder control. Who knows. Maybe I’ll find out at my appointment next week.

OB Appointment

My OB appointment was not as routine as the others have been. I saw the head doctor, the only one I hadn’t met, and I wasn’t too impressed. He seems like a very good doctor, but I wasn’t into his lack of bedside manner. He wasn’t very friendly or personable. The one thing I did like was that when he walked in, he said, “So, we’re having a baby this month, aren’t we?” I sure hope so, and hearing him say that made it so much more real to me that we are so close to our little girl being born.

I told him that I’ve had a few days when I’ve had to prod Lucy to really get her to move. He was concerned, so he hooked me up to the monitor for an NST to check her movement and heart rate. She only moved one time in the 30 minutes, but he said everything looked good. However, I have to have an u/s at my appointment next week to check on her. I think he’s being overly cautious, but I’m still a little nervous. I’m sure everything is fine, but I still have a bit of fear considering how far we’ve come and how close we are to holding our little girl.

I’m also not dilated or effaced, which wasn’t unexpected but was a little disappointing. I know if I had made progress it wouldn’t mean much, but it would still be neat to hear. I have a gut feeling this one will be late. I just hope I go into labor on my own and don’t have to be induced.

Counting Down

Today marks exactly one month until Lucy’s due date. I have a few different ways I’m counting down the days now:

  • 30 days
  • Four weeks
  • Four OB appointments
  • Two more on-call weekends at work
  • Two more meetings of most of the local governments I cover
  • One more city council meeting in two municipalities (tonight and Nov. 23)
  • Then again, it may only be one more on-call weekend at work. My last weekend will be Nov. 28, but if she’s early I may be in the hospital then!