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Doctor, Doctor, Gimmie the News…

Shawn and I had another eventful night on Saturday night. I’m not even sure where it started, it’s a little bit of a blur right now.

During the day on Saturday, I did my best to “take it easy,” as I’ve been told. I did some laundry, did the dishes, and just slowly worked on getting some things done around the house. I felt a couple of small contractions early in the day, so I cancelled the coffee date I had and put my feet up until I couldn’t feel anymore. Around 9:00 or so, I started to feel more contractions, so I parked myself on the couch for the evening and started timing them. I think they were coming about every 20 minutes or so.

I was starting to be concerned, but didn’t want to stress myself into having even MORE contractions, so we did our best to stay calm.We decided we’d make it an early night and went to bed around 10:45, hoping that some sleep and further rest might stop them. I woke up to contractions a few times during the night, but again, tried not to worry. Around…I guess 2:00 or 2:30, I could tell they were coming more frequently. I fell back asleep, and around 2:45, I woke up again and started timing them. From my best (and very sleepy) guess, they were coming at about every 10 minutes…or 6 per hour…the threshold for when our Doctor told us to head into the hospital.

I wanted to stall as long as possible and give Shawn a chance to rest (and maybe give the contractions a chance to miraculously stop), so I tried everything I could think of to stop or slow them – deep breathing, emptying my bladder, drinking some water, etc. I realized around 3:15 or 3:30 that they were only getting stronger, so I woke Shawn up and told him that I thought we probably needed to head in. Rather than being grumpy or upset (like I probably would’ve been!) Shawn kind of paused for a moment, sleepily said, “okay,” and gave me a reassuring sleepy smile. So off we went.

We got to the hospital around 3:45-ish. When we checked in, we saw Rhonda, who is the mother of one of our high school boys (who is very dear to Shawn’s heart) who was also on Worth the Wait for two years. I can’t tell you how comforting it was to see a familiar face. She checked us in, and told the nurse to take good care of us. 🙂 Throughout the night, she popped in to make sure we were okay, got Shawn coffee, asked me if I wanted ice chips, and just gave us a chance to get our minds off of what was going on. I was hooked up to the monitors and had my blood pressure, temperature, etc. taken (all normal).

Baby is NOT a fan of the monitors, by the way! The nurse would no sooner get his heartbeat when he’d move to the other side, and she’d have to pick it up again. Then he’d move back, and she’d have to move the monitor again. They played this game several times before he finally accepted his fate and stayed somewhat still.

Once they strapped the contractions monitor on, he proceeded to directly kick at it a few times every hour…just to make sure we remembered that he didn’t like it, I guess. 🙂

The monitor was showing that my contractions were about 2-3 minutes apart. They checked my cervix, took a urine sample, and gave me a shot of Tributelene. The shot once again made me shaky, but it lessened the contractions. While they continued to monitor, Shawn read a magazine (we were smart this time and brought things for us both to read), and I dozed on and off. Awhile later, the contractions came back. They weren’t showing up as very strong on the monitor, but they were more painful than they’d been. The nurse moved the monitor a couple of times to see if they could get a better read, but as strongly as I felt them, they never did show up quite as strong on the monitor.

Regardless, it meant that the contractions were coming back. So…I got another shot of Tributelene and an IV (I guess in case the latest contractions were because of being dehydrated). We then waited awhile longer while they monitored us and waited for the Doctor to see me. This time, the shot made me super shaky, but it seemed to be working. Then we had to wait for the doctor…and wait…and wait…and wait…or at least that’s what it seemed like to us. Hence the blog title, because all that waiting made me sing out of sheer boredom. 🙂

She did eventually come, checked my cervix (thinning slightly, but not enough to concern her), and discharged us. So we waited awhile longer for a nurse to come around and take the IV out/take off the monitors. I think we left the hospital around 10:00am-ish. Apparently having contractions makes me super hungry, so we again grabbed some breakfast (Bojangles, in case you’re wondering) and headed home. Poor Shawn had to grab a shower and head to church, but I was able to head straight to bed and sleep until the afternoon.

So a quick word about my husband. He is the most amazing man ever. He’s taken AMAZE-ing care of me and has been nothing short of selfless and giving. I felt awful, really terrible, about dragging us to the hospital on a Saturday night (he gets up super early on Sundays and works from 6am to late), and he’s never made me feel guilty or badly. He has been so calm and reassuring for me, even though I’m sure he’s worried inside, and he’s been a safe place for me to cry and vent my fears.

Since we’ve been home, Shawn’s been taking care of everything so that I can be on semi-bed rest. He’s seriously done everything…from the dishes, to taking the dog out, to getting stuff ready for the baby, to fixing the carpet threshold (which is what he’s working on right now). He makes sure I have enough water, have enough rest, have enough food, am comfortable, and am safe. He prays over me and our baby when I start to feel contractions and is constantly reminding me that God knows things we don’t and has everything under control.

Even beyond that, when it’s the middle of the night and I’m on a hospital bed, looking rough and scared, he tells me that he thinks I’m beautiful and am doing an amazing job of taking care of our baby. And even though I know he doesn’t understand why that makes me cry like crazy, he holds me while I do so.

I know that’s a little more personal than I usually write in these blogs, but I just wanted those of you who are Shawn’s family to know that you’ve raised an amazing man…one whom I pray that our son looks and acts like. And to my family, I want you guys to know that I’m very well taken care of.

So…that’s what we’ve been through lately. I had a handful of contractions on Sunday night, but they slowed with rest and eventually stopped with sleep. I’m trying to use the holiday weekend to force myself to keep my feet up as much as possible. Our next appointment is Thursday at 11:30. I’m eager to be seen again, to make sure that everything is okay, and that nothing is dialated or effaced. I’m also a little worried that I’ll officially be put on bedrest, as I’m not sure what that would mean for my job.We also have an appointment tomorrow to interview a potential pediatrician, which should be fun. 🙂 Please continue praying for us as you think of us. Please pray specifically that Baby would be in there as long as his healthy for him and will be born in God’s perfect timing. Pray that God would be growing and developing him so that he’ll have as little time as possible (or maybe no time at all!) in the NICU. Thank you so much for loving and supporting our family.



Finally Some Good News…

Since Monday morning, I haven’t had any further contractions!! For the past couple of weeks, I’ve had contractions pretty much every night. They range from once an hour to once every half hour to well…often enough to send us to the hospital. It’s been so comforting to not have had ANY for the past two nights in a row. While I can’t say for sure why the contractions have stopped, I have a feeling it’s because I’m making a conscious effort to be on my butt as much as possible. I’m so excited to finally have a little bit of relief from constant worry and timing those dang things! 🙂

While we’re praying that our little guy stays in there for awhile longer, we’re also trying to use our time wisely since realistically…we have no idea when he’ll decide to make an appearance. We’ve been busy trying to make sure we have as much in order as possible. Shawn actually just finished staining our crib this past weekend and will soon be putting it together. I’m so excited to have a place for him to sleep!

Shawn and I had our pediatric office interview yesterday, which went well.Our next appointment is tomorrow (Thursday) at 11:30. I’m sure this will be more following up about our last adventure to the hospital. Please pray that I continue to not be contracting and that nothing is dialated or effaced or in any other way, out of the ordinary.

Baby (who still doesn’t have a name, by the way) is still just a-movin’! His favorite place seems to be right under my ribs on my right hand side. I’m not sure what exactly he’s nestling up there, but it’s hard as a rock! So far it’s not been uncomfortable, he just sometimes feels like he’s going to burst right through my skin. Sometimes I wonder how on earth my 5″3 body is going to fit Shawn’s long-legged son. 🙂 Occasionally we’ll lay down to watch TV and hook one of our iPods up to headphones, put them on my tummy, and let the iPod shuffle through our songs. It’s fun to feel him kicking and moving more with certain songs…it’s obvious that he already loves music!

He (the baby) was listening to Shawn’s iPod on shuffle when he started going nutso in there! He was squirming and kicking and just going crazy. We checked to see what song was making him want to dance so much, and the song that had come up on shuffle was a Detour song (Detour is a band Shawn was in during high school/college)! He kept up his little dance party until the song was over, and it was hilarious! I told Shawn that he hears his Daddy singing at least every Sunday morning, so there’s a very good chance that he recognized Shawn’s voice. How cool is that?!



Our Update…

We had an appointment yesterday and found out that my cervix is still not showing signs of labor (it’s thinning slightly, but not enough to even assign a number of dialation to it), which is GREAT news! Our Doctor seemed encouraged that I haven’t had any bleeding or anything else that is scary.

She was the first doctor to actually say the words, “bedrest.” She told me that I would continue being on “modified bedrest,” until the contractions subsided. When Shawn asked her to clarify what modified bedrest meant, she said, “Well, you know, you shouldn’t be walking around Wal-Mart or taking a trip to the mall, stuff like that. If you have something that you HAVE to do, then that’s okay, just take it easy.”

So there you have it. I had pretty much stopped having contractions until last night, when I started getting them again. I put my feet up and let Shawn get me water, food, etc., and only got up to use the restroom. Within a couple of hours, they’d lessened in intensity and frequency, and by the time we went to bed, they’d pretty much stopped completely. YAY! I guess that just means that I did too much yesterday and need to take it a little bit easier.

It’s such a relief to feel that the contractions are slowing down, but it’s a little daunting to realize how LITTLE I have be doing right now in order to keep them slowed down. It’s been an adjustment to realize that if I work a day in the office, then I’m just done for the rest of the day. I can’t take a quick trip to the store, can’t get a load of laundry done, can’t straighten stuff up or do the dishes.

I know that many women dream of this and I AM trying to enjoy it as much as possible…but it’s difficult to see my house not clean, or to have this list of baby stuff I want to get done and know that I have to get it done in very VERY small bits. It’s been very easy for me to go overboard and not realize how much I’m doing until I’m in pain.

I’m grateful, though, that the bed rest is only modified and not complete. I’m grateful that I’m able to do baby stuff in small chunks, I could not be able to do it at all. I’m grateful that Shawn is watching out for me and is great about helping me do things I can’t do on my own right now. I’m grateful for so much love and support from friends and family. I’m grateful that I’ve not gone into labor yet and that he’s continued to grow for another week. I’m grateful that there is something I can do to stop the contractions. Things could be SO much worse, it’s easy to overlook that fact.


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