Here is Gabbie's version of yesterday morning. . .
Gabbie bed. Daddy, wake-up. Go ba-bye car, baby, Gabbie jammies.
Poor thing, she became traumatized yesterday that we let her be seen in public in her pajamas and pacifier! Otherwise she was fine with taking mommy to the hospital at 6 a.m.!
Okay, so here is my version of what happened.
Since Monday I had been having contractions, not just a couple here and there, but all the time, just spread out. By Tuesday night I was wondering if I could sleep through them, they were much worse laying down. I finally passed out at 2:30 in the morning. Then I was awakened a little after four, with the same contractions, but they were much closer together. So I dozed and watched the clock for 2 hours or so, and they were 6 minutes apart. I decided this called for action. I woke up Joey, called the dr. (who was the one on call, not mine, and not very nice!), called my sister for moral support and decided that, yes, I should go to the hospital for peace of mind.
Got to the hospital, had to take Gabbie, because Amber was on her way dropping Donald off at work. Checked in, got hooked up to monitors and all. Gabbie got to see the little heart flashing on the monitor and heard the baby's heartbeat which said was "noisy!" Then she left with Amber.
Well I checked out to be about 3 cm dilated, but still only about 50% effaced. So they ordered me out of bed and walking for an hour or so to see if I would progress and my contractions get closer together. I walked, and walked and walked. Joey walked for awhile, got more caffeine, and then watched the news while I continued torturing myself by walking the halls! By the end of an hour my contractions were 3-4 minutes apart and getting more intense. However, my cervix was not cooperating, so they sent me home! Argggg! I had gotten way too hopeful that they would keep me! They said if I had been 38 weeks they would have, but I came in 5 days too soon! Argggg again!
We came home. I cried a lot. I think a lot of that was out of sheer exhaustion of being up for nearly40 or so hours. Too tired to think. Joey was so positive about everything. I loved him more than ever yesterday. He held me and helped me to see that it would be for the best. Hopefully at the real thing my dr. will be there, not some on call person. And now I had a chance to pack a suitcase and wash the cradle blankets and things like that!
I felt much better after a nap yesterday, and the contractions by then were practically gone! I did laundry, packed a suitcase, got a snowcone, made dinner, those sorts of things. And finally went to bed for a good night's sleep!
Today I am in a much better humor and know that Davy will come at the right time. I know every day that he stays inside is another day for his lungs and liver to develop more so that he won't have trouble breathing, or have jaundice and such. I'm trying to enjoy holding and rocking my first little love, Gabbie. Fixing her lunch, talking to her, reading her books in bed, all those fun things!
This is a long post, I know, but now you know what is going on. I have had some interesting symptoms today (not stuff to be posted publicly!) so we will see how much longer the new one wants to stay put. But I 'm trying not to think about it being too soon, because then I won't be able to sleep at all!
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