Where am I you may ask? I am in the hospital- and where I have to stay for the next 6 weeks.
You have no idea what I have been through.
Saturday 10/6 was my husband’s birthday. During the day we fixed up our apt a bit then went out with my parents for dinner at a Thai restaurant. That night I felt crampy but choked it up to the Thai food.
Sunday morning 10/7 (worst day of my life) I awoke and still had cramps. They didn’t hurt but a nagging sense told me to go get checked out. Since my doctor doesn’t work Sundays, there is always someone from his practice on call at the hospital. The doctor called me back and told me to come in as a precaution.
We drove in and waited for two hours for the doctor (all the while I was being monitored). None of the nurses let on that there was a problem so we thought that when the doctor returned from labor and delivery she would discharge me. When she finally came by she said I wasn’t going anywhere- apparently I was in pre-term labor, was contracting and had dilated 1.5 centimeters. It was as if I was in a nightmare. They rushed me to the labor and delivery emergency room and then everything became a haze. They hooked me up to a contraction machine and I did not stop contracting for several hours. I was also hooked up to an iv that was pumping magnesium at the highest level. They connected a catheter to me and would not allow me to get up. A neonatal doctor came by and spoke to us about what would happen if the babies were to be born at 25 weeks- not good. 40% viability and if they were viable, there health would be horrible. I could not stop crying. It was bad. It was horrible. At that moment I truly felt like a mother- I worried so much for my babies. They gave me a steroid shot to speed up lung development just in case they had to be born. I couldn’t sleep that night.
That morning the contractions had stopped although I was still immobile. I had stopped dilating as well- although a rescue cerclage was brought up. Thank GD I stabilized and was not in need of it. On Tuesday night they moved me to the maternity ward and showed me to my room. This is where I will be staying until I am at least 32 weeks.
I have not had any contractions since 10/7 and am on strict hospital bed rest- although they do allow me to go to the restroom and take a shower. I have a private room which is good and a private bathroom. The nurses come in a lot and put me on the contraction machine and heartbeat monitors every 8 hours for an hour at a time. They take my vitals and give me meds. I just thank GD that everything is stable.
My doctor said that he wants me here until I am 32 weeks which is about 6 weeks from now. Yeah, I am slowly going crazy here but its for a good cause. I watch television and read. My husband bought a laptop and it took a few days of troubleshooting the blue tooth software but we just got it to work so at least I have some sort of contact with the outside world.
My husband has been amazing. I have no words. He is here every day, brings me what I need and takes care of me. When I was confined to the bed he would help me use a bedpan and would then have to measure the amount of fluid that came out of me. He is amazing. I am in awe of his love every day.
So that’s it for now. Its just me and this hospital room- but I am thankful. I am thankful my daughters are still in -utero where they are safe, at the end of the day, that’s all that matters.