Memorial Day

So I know I am posting these a little out of order, but I've gotten behind.

Jeff and I had a memorable Memorial Day....we took our first trip to the Labor and Delivery Room!

After a rather relaxing day and yummy barbeque food, I noticed that I was having contractions (the un-painful kind) about every 10 mins. Then it dropped to 5 mins and consistently came at that rate for about an hour and a half. After the first hour of contractions we decided to call the doctor since we were advised to call in if I had more that 6 contractions in an hour while resting (I was laying on a couch). Pre-term labor can be "silent." Some women will go into the hospital too late, and there is nothing they can do to try to stop the baby from being born.

So we call the doctor and get the doctor on call....let me just say, he better not be anywhere near me when I really deliver. He's what Jeff and I like to call a yack@$$. He was more concerned with how I could possibly be at a barbeque (we had heavy rain all day), then the fact that I was contracting regularly. It took up a lot of courage to call in the first place because I hate to be "that girl" who has a ton of false alarms, and thinks everything is doomsday. The stupid doctor even told me he'd bet "dollars to donuts" (WTF?) that the contractions would go away if I got up and walked around. Everything he told me contracticted everything my doctor (who I now have a profound respect for) had told me. In fact, when I got up, the contractions didn't "break up," they got stronger and actually stopped taking breaks in between. I was a little worried because I didn't want to be one of those people who didn't do anything when they should have, but at the same time, I didn't want to go against the doctor's advice. An hour later when they still hadn't stopped, Jeff decided it was time to go in just to be safe. Afterall, it was our original doctor's instructions we were following....

Before we left to the hospital I had a bit of a breakdown though. I was so frustrated about the fact that I was being told two different things, but all I really wanted to do was make sure Kaeden was okay. Sorry to everyone who I just burst into tears in front of. I didn't mean to make it so dramatic....sometimes the best way to let go of frustration is crying. I can't help it.

Anyway...long story short, I was hooked up to all the machines, monitored for an hour and a half, and it was determined that I hadn't dilated at all. The contractions continued, but broke up somewhat after they rehydrated me (they think perhaps I was slightly dehydrated which could have caused the regular contractions). I was glad that the nurses in the hospital were so nice and had told me that I had done the right thing. The discharge paperwork even talked about coming back if I had more that 6 contraction in an hour. Hello! I was having 12!

It was a good dry run for how things run when you get checked in. I've never been in a hospital bed in my life! Crazy feeling! The jerky doctor who probably just didn't want to be bothered on Memorial Day ended up having to come in anyway to take care of another girl. My nurse said she was going to have him come in to clear me, but luckily he never did. I didn't want him near me since the emotional roller coaster he had put me through had basically depleted all my energy. Luckily he didn't, and I was set to go home.

Now that I am in my 36th week, I don't have to worry about pre-term labor. I can go at anytime. The next trip will be if my water breaks, or if I start having the painful contractions about 5 mins apart. We're in the final countdown y'all!