Since the surgery I have had what they call an “irritable uterus”. Every bump in the road, every time I sit or stand, any time I jostled at all, I have a contraction. Usually they are small and quick, and associated with jostling.
For the last 3 weeks or so, my uterus has become more and more irritable, and contractions have been getting stronger, less spread out, and not associated with movement. I have been getting really anxious as the contractions went from every 30 minutes (all day every day for about a week), to every 20 minutes, to every 15 minutes…
I knew in my gut it was only a matter of time, but I was terrified I wouldn’t know when that time was.
Sunday night contractions were about 10 minutes apart, and pretty strong. I also felt like I was leaking a little more than usual (I’ve been leaking since the surgery). I held out until 4 am, and then Nate declared he was calling the fetal care unit. They told us to come in just to get checked out, just in case.
We got there a little after 4 am. The contractions slowed down, and after an exam the Dr. determined my membranes had not ruptured and I could go home.
I was pretty excited, but also nervous because, again, I was worried I wouldn’t know when to come in.
We got home a little before 7 and tried to go to sleep. A few minutes later, Nate got a text saying match results were in. I had dozed off a little, and Nate rolled over and said softly, “Babe, we are going to Tulsa.” It’s Nate’s #1 choice for residency – Oklahoma State University, anesthesiology – and we were so excited. There was no going back to sleep after that!
As Nate called all of his family members, I laid next to him in bed and felt the contractions start to come back, pretty strong. (Nate’s preceptor gave him the morning off because of the match.)
At about 9:00 I decided I was starving and we went to the kitchen to have breakfast. I had lucky charms. If I had known it would be my last meal for a while I would have picked raisin bran. Alas.
Anyway, we played with Tyler, one of our BFFs at the Ronald McDonald house for an hour or so, then went back to the room.
Tyler pushing me back to our room.
Tyler and Nate retrieving our key- we left it in the kitchen.
I tried to lay down and sleep (I hadn’t slept really at all the night before) but the contractions seemed to be closer so I decided to time them for a little while (I’ve been doing it for the last 3 weeks and it is EXHAUSTING. So I was not excited.) I had just finished timing the first one when I felt a gush of fluid. This wasn’t super unusual so I just got up to go to the bathroom and maybe take a shower to try to relax. Well, it turned out the fluid was bright red blood and it wasn’t stopping. I panicked a little and called Nate in. It was getting EVERYWHERE. He was on the phone with his sister telling her about the match, and I think he may have hung up on her. I jumped in the shower to try to contain the blood and started trying to think of reasons to NOT go back to the hospital- we were JUST there! Maybe the speculum did this! Let’s wait and see if it stops! (I had already gone in twice for bleeding and was able to go home.)
However, Nate was already on the phone with the fetal care center and they were not buying my excuses. They told us to come right back.
We went right back to the same room we had been in a few hours earlier. This time the contractions didn’t slow down, and my membranes HAD ruptured.
They immediately gave me betamethasone, a steroid shot for Calvin’s lungs that takes about 48 hours to reach the full effect.
So the goal is to prolong labor at least 48 hours. To help us get to that point they started me on latency antibiotics annnnnddd…. Back on the mag. 48 more hours of that wonderful smelly substance.
We are a little over 30 hours into this protocol and going strong! Calvin has been on the monitor since we got here and has been doing very well overall, only a few little scares. Contractions have been regular and irregular, strong and weak, depending on the hour.
The plan is to stop the mag and antibiotics tomorrow around noon (after the 48 hours are up) and “see what nature does”. If the baby wants to come, he will come, we have done all we can. Tomorrow I will be 32 weeks and 5 days.
I am hopeful that the mag has slowed things down enough to hold out at least a few more days. Right now my plan for tomorrow afternoon is to take a shower and eat food again! Not have a baby. But my plan for last night was to go to the Melting Pot (I’ve wanted to go for 2 years now but it’s always been too expensive. Nate promised we could go for our anniversary, but then we were here, and then for my birthday… And here we are again! It’s not meant to be…) and tonight my plan was to go to the Valentine’s day party at the Ronald McDonald house! So we will see.
Right now my plan is to sleep! After 2 nights of no sleep and 36 hours of no food, and being on mag- I’m probably not too fun to be around! Luckily Nate’s parents have been here helping every day and don’t seem to mind. And both my parents flew in tonight. And Nate of course has been amazing. I am a lucky girl.
The nurse just came in to move me and let me know we had some decels during the last 2 (painful) contractions. So maybe that plan for sleep won’t work either… More tomorrow (I hope).
Nate sleeping in the recliner next to me.
Don’t come yet baby!