We had a wonderful time in Kansas for Christmas. After spending Sunday with Matt's family, we flew to Kansas City to spend the night with my Grandmom. We spent Christmas Eve in Clay Center with the Wall side of the family. As usual, it was great to see everyone. We relaxed, watched Baby Hop's 3D sono DVD and enjoyed family time Christmas day. It was a much needed visit with family. It always fills you back up when you get to see them :) And is always hard to leave!
Thursday morning came about like any other. I was getting ready for work, when I realized something was not right. I used the restroom to see every expecting mothers worst fear. Blood...and lots of it. I immediately freaked out, screamed for Matt and we ran to his car to get to the doctor. I called my OB who wanted us to come by her office first if we could. She checked me out and immediately told me I needed to get to labor and delivery. I was still bleeding...and she didn't know why. Luckily, Baby H had a strong heart beat and seemed fine. My mind was racing with every thought imaginable. He is only 27 weeks...this can't be happening. I believe everything happens for a reason, so I was really trying to hold onto this...as hard as it was.
The hospital was across the street from my OB, so we got there quickly, and they got me to L&D. Another OB from my doc's office was on call there, so it was reassuring to have a familiar face. By the time I had gotten changed, the bleeding had stopped, which was a huge relief. A sonographer came to take a look at everything and all looked great. Our lil guy was happy, healthy and not even phased by anything. And he had gained 6 oz in 6 days...weighing in at 2lbs 4oz. However, they could not find where the bleeding had come from. My OB thinks I may have had a small tear behind my placenta, but the sono didnt show any type of bleeding or the source of it. Now that the bleeding had stopped, another challenge began. I started having contractions. Two minutes apart. This definitely was not normal, especially for 27 weeks. He has so much cooking left to do!
They hooked me to an IV and gave me a pill to stop the contractions, as well as a steroid shot to mature his lungs incase he is born early. I was still in shock at this point, not sure if this was all really happening. The contractions continued, so Plan B was a shot to relax my uterus. That seemed to make them stronger. So it was about 6pm by now and my OB wanted to try one last thing, a magnesium drip. They transferred me to a private room where I could be closely monitored. That definitely scared me...but I knew I had to do what was best for our lil man. The magnesium drip to say the least was pretty awful...you were in your own personal sauna, dizzy, vision was blurred, I couldnt even form a sentance and was SO weak. Along with the mag drip, they had me on a catheter which was also uncomfortable, but they did not want me getting up at all. This will be all worth it...all worth it...I know God does not put anything in your life that you can't handle. I just wanted my contractions to stop because I knew if they didnt, it could lead to delivery. Bring it on mag drip and catheter :)
Matt was and is so amazing and stayed by my side through it all. He slept on the little cot and was always there to make sure we were doing ok. Friday morning came, and I was in a lot of pain bc of the mag drip, but I know it could have always been much worse. They finally took me off of it at noon and my contractions had stopped! Thank goodness!!!! Now I just hoped they didnt return. The afternoon went on and I began to get my strength back and felt like myself again. Baby H was still doing great, with no clue what was even going on AND my contractions did not return :)! so they sent me home around 7pm, on bed rest.
So here I am! SO thankful our lil man is doing good and still cozy inside. Thankful to be home. Thankful for our blessings. I have Mr. Sam laying on my feet and Pete on the pillow next to me.
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My cuddle buddy
And whats next...well, I go back to see my OB wednesday. I have a feeling I may be on bed rest until he arrives...he has so much growing left to do. But its out of my hands...I just have to face my biggest challenge... yes, for those of you that know me, that will be staying put in bed and relying on others to help me. Just like our lil guy, I am impatient and ancy :) But it is all so worth it. Let Go, Let God.
Thank you all for keeping us in your thoughts and prayers. Updates soon!
