Yesterday, morning, I started having contractions, which some were normal par for the course, some were coming on stronger than need be. I called my mom over just to kinda 'watch' me since they were making me dizzy. I knew something different was up. So she brought me lunch, we ate, and soon after I was starting to clean. Then, as I put on my makeup I realized I needed to call the Dr. This was more than just Braxton Hicks. It was recomended that I come in to be checked. So I call Chris, and off we go.
At the Dr.'s I was not dialated, but having regular contractions, and after being painfully examined, the Dr. told me that the baby's probably not coming out the regular way even if I wanted. Off to Labor and Delivery to be monitored, cause something ain't right.
Another hour goes by, I finally get monitored, I'm nervous and in pain, but since I didn't dialate and I'm not 39 weeks, I get a shot of Brethine (to make the 'contractions' stop) and sent home with orders to call in two hours if they don't stop. So at this point I'm shaking against my will (the meds) and hungry, confused, and overall upset. I get not getting the baby out earlier than need be, but something says things aren't right. So, I ordered food, took a hot bath, walked, paced, laid down in any and every position, and nothing changed. So instead of two hours, I waited almost four, called back and was told- take some Benadryl and go to bed and no major activities. Needless to say, I didn't sleep well, still had contractions only now they are making me sick to my stomach. So, we'll see what today brings.
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