27th April 2011

Lots to catch up on...

Just when I thought the drama was over...I had another stint in hospital.  This time I went in with painful contraction type feelings, it was late at night, we had to call mum to come & stay with the boys so we could head into maternity after the midwife we called suggested we head straight on in.
Once at Maternity they took me into one of the birth suites & hooked me up to a CTG.  The middie on duty called Ross to get his instructions.  I had to stay there on the CTG machine for half an hour then Ross wanted me sedated & set up to spend the night in the labour ward....great!!!!
Mark was given the choice to stay there, but seen as though they were going to try & knock me out for the night, there really was no point.  He would be called if there were any changes. So he stayed with me until I got sleepy & then headed home to let mum go.

The night in hospital was long. All the sedation did was make me feel groggy & I didnt sleep well at all.  Not to mention the lady in one of the other birth suites letting out some deep, powerful, scary screams as she pushed her baby out at around 2:30am.  Ugh...made me shudder, but then reminded me why I was there, especially when I heard that baby cry for the first time...was so lovely.

So the night in the labour ward did nothing except convince me that those beds in there really arent for sleeping. Nothing progressed, didnt get any worse, but didnt get any better either. I was so looking forward to Ross coming to see me hopefully right after sun up.

He doesnt disappoint. He arrived just after 6am to check me out.  Lots of questions, an internal examination & he declares that it could be pre-labour & that he wants me to stay in another night to see if it progresses. Not exactly what I wanted to hear, having me in & out of hospital has proven to be a bit of a logistical nightmare that Mark is usually left to sort out.
But...some help from Mum & Jake stepping up & things have been working out.  Where would we be without family support hey?

So even though I didn't really want to stay in another night, I was pleased to be told that I was being moved to the ward, to a much more comfortable bed....thank GOD! At least I should be able to sleep better, however I did decide that when I go in to have the baby for real, I'll be taking my own pillow...nothing like your own pillow,  no matter what bed you are on.

My second night in hospital was a lot better & I even got flowers sent to me from some special friends, was so lovely & such a nice surprise.  Made me feel very loved.  Apart from the boredom, my time in there was much more pleasant than my previous visit.  The pain didnt really improve, but Ross declared it the following morning as prelabour (no dilating) & said I could go home as long as I promised to behave myself.  I promised!
Mum came to get me so Mark could get some work done. It was the last day of the school term & Riley really wanted me to be there for the drawing of their Easter raffle, so once home & Mum had left I showered & got Julian ready to head to school to surprise Riley.  Was this 'behaving' myself? Probably not, but I didn't want to let Riley down, the boys have been through enough with not having me 'up to scratch' of late.
Once at school I found myself feeling somewhat overwhelmed. The noise, the questions, the pain I still had in my abdomen....I was thinking, Oh crap, maybe this wasnt such a good idea. But there was nothing I could do about it, I was there & I had to just deal with it.  The smile on Riley's face however gave me the courage to get through it.  I certainly wasnt prepared for those feelings, talk about left field.
The feelings did subside as the raffle draw went on & on & on....& on.  At the end of it all we went up to McDonald's for a little while with some friends & had a quick bite to eat.  I was still itching to get home, but I knew once I was there I would probably just be on the lounge & not end up moving much at all, so the bit of attention I could give Riley & Julian I thought was worth it.

School holidays were a blessing & once we had Jake home from a sleep over I felt like I could really relax.  I enjoyed the time at home with them & was sad to see the holidays come to an end. Back to school today.

So while it seems I am still in prelabour, now with a 'show' last Friday, I have been encouraged (or gently ordered) by my OB to take it easy, take one day at a time, dont over do it, call if there are any changes, take pain relief when needed, & most of all just try to keep on baking. In his words...I am the best incubator for our baby, so his orders I shall follow. I dont really have much choice, there's too much pain/contracting of my uterus not to.

We had an appointment with him today & he's happy with the way things are still keeping on. He understands (yeah sure he does) that I am miserable, but...... well....I just have to do it.
My blood pressure was good, if not a little low I thought (100/40). My weight gain is pretty good, have put on 11kgs so far. He's happy with that. He still thinks the baby isnt very big so we are going for a growth & well being scan next Wednesday morning after seeing him again.

So limbo land I have been in & its limbo land it looks as though I will stay.  However,  my sweet hubbie has bought me an ipad, a new toy, something I wanted, something to keep me entertained & something I can take to hospital...I am more than thrilled & have to force myself to put it down.  I'm a lucky girl.

22 days...thats it. This baby of ours is booked in for eviction in 22 days IF in fact we make it that far. At this point in time I'm going to say that we will, simply because the not knowing is doing my head in.
My blood sugar levels haven't been overly bad, although I have had a couple of hypo's since coming home, one quite bad one that had me unable to communicate. Mark was on the ball & I came out of it only with weakness & extreme tiredness. They are scary to say the least & we will all be so so happy to see the end of them.
Sooooo many more boring details to blog about but I'm afraid I'd be here all night & this little waddling duck needs to get to bed.
Tomorrow...is 21 days... Bake away little bubba!