Tuesday night I was just trying to lay on the couch and enjoy an episode of Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution with my husband. I was trying really hard to focus on the show but the intense pain in my back accompanied by contractions coming right on top of each other made it extremely difficult. (Just to be clear, I contract regularly and by that I mean several times an hour. Although the contractions always feel tight, I am not usually in pain.) In my head I was thinking that I was just crazy and that with only two weeks left on restrictions we couldn't possibly have any more issues so I continued to lay there and try to will the pain away. Being the stubborn person I am, I made the decision to go to bed and hope they were gone by morning. I'm guessing I was able to sleep about 17 minutes the entire night. At about 3am I thought I should probably go to the hospital but decided against it because it seemed rather dramatic to leave at that hour so I waited until 6am at which point I got up, showered and calmly told my husband I was going to get checked out at Hurley. I told him to just take care of the kids and go to work because I would be fine. This is not the first time I have driven myself to the hospital. I am so weird about it and I know it. I just feel like its so (for lack of a better word) dramatic and I get embarrassed by it so I try to just quietly go handle my business. Looking back I must have known there a problem because I started to pack a bag- just in case they kept me- but didn't want to jinx myself so I skipped that. I really didn't want to go to the hospital but I always remind myself that this isn't about me and that I could never live with myself if something happened to the baby because I didn't feel like being inconvenienced.
I arrived at the labor and delivery triage and gave them my normal spiel about how I just want to be checked to make sure there is no change. I warn them that I always have contractions but as long as there is no change my doctor and I have an agreement that I can go back home. (I'm sure they love me
So, that was my life in last 24 hours. Not the best time I've ever had but its just the way it is and I'm OK with it. If this is what it takes to have a healthy baby, I'm game. Exhausted, but still game. After 93 days of bed rest, I only have 13 left. For 13 days, I can handle anything. Bring it;)
At 34 weeks the baby will still be pretty early but the risks decrease significantly and should be just fine. Who knows, maybe he will surprise us all and stay put for even longer. This has been quite a journey. I don't wish to repeat it but I'd do it again in a second to have this baby I already love with all my heart.