March 25, 2013
Yesterday morning, I joked on Twitter that I was trying to kickstart labor by changing the sheets on Audrey’s bottom bunkbed. Less than an hour later, I was sitting on the couch and started feeling contractions. They were… close. Like 3-4 minutes apart! For over an hour! They weren’t painful at all, but they were definitely more than just Braxton Hicks. I felt crampy in between them, and they just felt different- they started lower and the pressure was focused lower, rather than all over or at the top like BH.
So I started timing them with my handy contraction timer on my phone. Two hours later, they were still going. Slightly further apart (4-5 minutes) but they were getting stronger. A few made me catch my breath and wiggle my toes through them. So I got up and did a few things around the house, sat back down, trying to see if anything had changed. Nope! Still there.
After three hours of this, I finally called the doctor. Because what’s the rule they tell you? Five minutes apart for an hour, CALL YOUR DOCTOR ZOMG! So I did. After a few questions, the dr on call told me to sit tight for a while longer and see if they kept up. Two hours later, they were still keeping up. So I called back, she said come on in, so we packed up our Hospital Things, got the girls some dinner, and took them to my parents’ house.
We were… having a baby now? I guess? EEEEEE!
The resident checked my progress soon after we got there and said I was at 2.5cm, 70% effaced. YAY! I was only 1cm on Friday at my appointment, so at least we knew that the contractions all day were doing their work! They got the monitors all hooked up to my belly and the plan was to wait an hour or so and check again for more progress. Dan and I settled in and watched the hockey game, I played Candy Crush, watched the contraction monitor (couple of a GOOD ones!) and listened to Baby Boy jumping around in there.
Then they checked me again, no progress, gave me my discharge papers and sent me home.
I cried. I was exhausted. And frustrated. And honestly, I felt a little bit silly. This is my third time doing this! I should know how it feels to be in labor! My rational brain KNOWS that every labor and pregnancy and birth is different and it can be hard to know where things are in the timeline, but that doesn’t make you feel any less ridiculous for disrupting everybody’s Sunday night for nothing. The doctor ASSURED me that I did the right thing by coming in and getting checked out! She said Yes, you ARE in labor! Just super early! These steady contractions could last days! Or you could be back here tomorrow morning! We just don’t know.
I think that made me cry HARDER.
(Poor Dan has NO IDEA what to do with me when I cry, because I rarely do. heh. Sorry honey!)
We got home around 11:30pm, relieved my mom of her babysitting duties, and went to bed. I only slept solidly for about 3 hours, then off and on for a couple more. The contractions are still hanging around, but I’m not really timing them. I’ve decided I’m going more by how they feel than how close or far apart they are, because timing contractions? MESSES WITH YOUR HEAD!
So I’m in labor limbo! I’m allowed to do my normal things- drive, make dinner, take care of the kids, whatever. But… I’m in labor? Kinda? IT’S SO NOT LIKE IN THE MOVIES, where the pregnant lady bends over, clutches her stomach and says ‘OW! I’m in labor!’ and then goes and has the baby. Nope, today I’ll be meeting with Maggie’s teacher for a parent-teacher conference while I’m having contractions! WHEEEEEE!
The very good news: Baby Boy looked fantastic on the monitors. Strong heartbeat. The nurses kept cracking up at how ridiculously busy he was in there. And there WAS progress from that very long day of contractions, so at least they are doing something. It all brings us that much closer to meeting our little guy- whether it’s today or next week.
(Please let it not be THAT long. !!)