So on July 27th, I started having contractions (1 month early--which was so weird for me). I hadn't gone early with any of my pregnancies! I was so uncomfortable and was walking like an old lady for a couple of hours. I thought I was just hungry (silly me) and told Nick we should go to Applebees. The whole time at the restaurant I was groaning and sitting on the booth with my legs on the bench and asked Nick to get a pillow for my back because I was so uncomfortable. It took me 5 minutes to walk out of the restaurant and I was in so much pain. Nick finally convinced me to go to the hospital. I was in labor. haha. DUH! I think I just didn't suspect labor. Just thought it was gas or something. It made me nervous to have a baby preterm so I was glad that they could stop the labor with some meds. It was crazy because one nurse kept pushing that I should just deliver (She said, "it's your third baby, you are almost 36 weeks, I would just let it go to delivery") Since I have worked in a NICU, I knew that babies do so much better at least after 37-38 weeks. So the contractions stopped and we went home. We went back 3 days later because I was getting contractions AGAIN! The contractions were getting pretty bad and I was ready to ask for an epidural, but my doctor knew it was important to me to have the baby "bake" a little longer. So--he let me have the medication to stop labor. Now---I am still pregnant (39 weeks) and I am dying to get this baby here. How ironic that she wanted to come early and now she doesn't want to come out! |