Well it’s been exciting going into my 30th week of pregnancy. I thought I was doing pretty well, coasting along and actually feeling not to bad. My pain in my joints drastically increased but I’ve been controlling it with a newer medication which has been working fine. My last ultrasound was great, everything looked good – baby was growing well (although with a jump in abdominal girth which isn’t a huge concern), and my cervix remained the same. We were even hopeful enough to schedule my section!
Then on Sunday night I went to bed feeling pretty crampy, this isn’t new so I wasn’t really concerned about it. I woke up at 230 and still felt pretty crampy and wasn’t able to go to sleep. Then around 3am I began to have contractions – again not new so I didn’t really worry about it but since I was awake I sat up and tracked them. I had about 15 contractions in the first hour – definitely the most I’ve had in an hour since being home but they have always settled in the second hour. Then about 15 minutes into my second hour of contractions I hit the “worried” mark of 6 more contractions. The rule of thumb to go get checked is at least 6 contractions an hour for two consecutive hours. I didn’t really want to get up and drive the 30 minutes to the hospital if the contractions were just going to settle and I wasn’t convinced it was anything to worry about so I stayed put. By the end of the second hour I had had about 30 contractions and began to think that I probably should wake my husband to take me in. I sat there for another 15 minutes trying to will them away, and they did slow a bit but were still coming. So I got up, got my bag ready (very very poorly I might add – something I’m definitely going to have to work on), washed my face and brushed my teeth. Then I woke my husband and my mom to let her know that we were heading in. I grabbed some snacks and we made our coffees and made the drive in. By the time we arrived to the hospital the contractions were definitely slowing down. We got there and they hooked me up to the monitor and a doctor came in to check my cervix. I was expecting to hear “long and closed, you can go home” but instead I heard “it’s still long but open about one cm at the bottom.” I muttered an expletive and started to get stressed. She did say that it doesn’t feel like a cervix in labor – it’s still firm and not ripening – good news. The plan was to stay for a couple hours and recheck and she thought if the contractions and cramping had slowed and there were no cervical changes that I could still go. Then she left but came back soon after because she had spoken to my regular doctor who thought it was a better idea to administer my second round of steroids and keep me overnight to ensure that nothing was happening. I was even more concerned at that point – but eventually my doctor came in and we had a long discussion. She was convinced I wasn’t going to deliver imminently but wasn’t sure that I would make it much farther than 32 weeks so she wanted to ensure I get the steroids now because they are good up to two weeks after administration and it’s more critical to have them now. I felt reassured after our talk and calmed down significantly.
So I had another hospital stay, but thankfully this one was just one night and very uneventful. I came home this morning and resumed my normal activity of sitting on the couch. Ezekiel handled this admission very well and is even napping as I write!! I did try to nap but this little babe in my belly decided to have a dance party instead.
So onwards to 32 weeks! It’s insane to think that we are really getting close to meeting this little one. It’s now clear that it’s coming sooner than anyone is ready for and that we will have some time in the NICU. I’m mentally preparing myself for that and wondering how it’s all going to go with a little one at home who NEEDS consistency and a babe in the hospital who I will never want to leave. It won’t be easy but as long as this one comes home safe and sound I know we are all going to make it through just fine.