What a week it was...

It all started last Sunday morning. I woke up to quite the surprise. Bleeding. I just remember being scared, and not knowing what to do. I called my Mom looking for answers, and we decided I should call my doctor. After being on hold for 20 minutes I decided I would just call labor and delivery, and talk to a nurse. While all the phone calls were going on I quickly got into the bath to calm myself down. I knew Campbell was doing fine, because he was moving, and I checked his heartbeat with my doppler at home. After speaking with the nurse she told me I needed to come in and be evaluated. I got out of the bath, and told Tony we needed to take the girls to my parents. 


We checked into triage, and I was seen right away. Within 20 minutes of me arriving at the hospital the Doctor told me he was going to put me in a room, and to count on staying for an overnight visit. I was ok with an overnight visit. I couldn't know at that time it was going to turn into 6 night stay. I was in my room for a couple of hours when all of the sudden I started contracting. The nurse was watching my monitors from the nurse's station, and came in with the doctor. It was then that I was told they had to start me on magnesium, and give Campbell some steroid shots for his lungs in case he decided to come or the bleeding did not stop. I don't know if you have ever been on magnesium, but it is the absolute worst thing in world. I have had to get it with all my pregnancies. Your vision changes, legs become jello, can't get out of the bed, makes you feel like your entire body is on fire, your heart rate drops, and your blood pressure drops. The reason for the magnesium is that it helps with neuro development of the baby, and can stop contractions. Two very important reasons. It is by far the worst stuff. I had to do it for 12 hours. After the 12 hours was up the contractions stopped, and so had the bleeding. 

Since I was doing so well I got to be moved out of labor and delivery into a regular room. I was told by one Doctor that if nothing changed I could go home the next day (Wednesday). I was very excited for that news. I could not wait to get back home to my family. The girls did not like me being in the hospital. 


Tuesday night Tony brought the girls up to see me, and we ate dinner together. When it was time to leave Lillian just melted. She did not want to leave. Lillian and I both were crying. I knew my Mom planned on coming up in a little bit so I called and asked if Lillian could stay the night with her, because she was not ready to leave me yet. She ended up staying longer, and going home with my Mom. That was so hard for me to see her so upset. I tried to hold back the tears, but I just couldn't. Everyone was gone by 8:30 Tuesday night. I was looking forward to a good nights rest. This was my first night in my new room. I went to bed at 9pm , and woke up at midnight with more bleeding and contractions. 


The nurse came in, and told me I was going to be taken back to labor and delivery. Contractions were 2 minutes apart, and were hurting really bad. I was alone, and got really scared. I called Tony and my Mom, and asked someone to come be with me to get me through this. At this point I had no idea what the staff was going to do. Tony woke Kerrington up in the middle of the night, and quickly took her to my parents. He was at the hospital by 1:00am. I was already back in labor and delivery at this point.


It was then when I found out I was going to have to do another 12 hours of magnesium. I just started crying. They did not get it started until 4am, becuase they were also doing other test to make sure I was not leaking any fluid. We found out I was not leaking any. I lay in the bed for the next 12 hours just counting down the minutes until it was over. The IV bag with magnesium ran out 2 hours before it was suppose to be done. Since the magnesium stopped the contractions the doctor went ahead and took me off of it. I was very thankful for that. After an hour of being off of it I was told I could go back to my old room, and if nothing happened I could go home in a day. I was determined that nothing would happen and I would be going home to my family in one day. 


I had a great night that night, and was looking forward to being released that day. The doctor came in around 2:00, and that is when I was given the news that I was going to be there for 3-4 more days. I immediately started crying, and could not keep it together. I was so upset because I had really gotten my hopes up. All I could do was lay in the bed and cry. My Mom was with me, and she kept trying to say things that would make me feel better, and it was not working. My sister in law was there shortly after receiving the news too. We decided that I should move into a private room since I was going to be there longer then planned. We moved all my stuff into my new room, and that's where I spent the next few days. 


My Mom asked me that day what we could do to make this better, and my only response was that I did not want to be alone. She was determined to come up with a plan so I did not have to be there by myself anymore. I got a call from Tony that afternoon telling me he was going to spend the night with me that night. It really made everything better. He spent the night, and still managed to go to work the next day. 


Thursday afternoon my high risk doctor came to see me, and told me I did not need to be on any of medications the other doctor put me on.  And, since I had no bleeding or contractions in 48 hours, he was going to chart that I could go home the next day. I was very happy about that. My Mom spent the night with me on Thursday night, and we waited for the doctor to come in and discharge me. He made it to me around 10:30am and I finally left at 3:30pm. That's how long it took!!!!


The hardest part about my week last week was being away from my girls. Also, my OB was on vacation all week so everyday I was seeing two new doctors, and I felt like none of them were communicating. One would tell me one thing, and another doctor would tell me another. I would get so frustrated. 


I was sent home on "modified" bed rest. I will be going to weekly appointment and ultrasounds for the rest of the pregnancy. I did not care what I was going home on I just wanted to be at home. I finally got out of there, and waited at my parents for Tony to pick us up. The girls were so happy to see me out of there, and I was so happy to be out. 


I don't know how I could have got through last week without Tony and Mom. They did so much, and did whatever I needed when I needed it. They provided me with so much support. Tony and I are so lucky to have my Mom so close to us. She is always there when we need her regardless of what time it is. Thank you Mom for all you do!! 


My goal now is to keep Campbell inside for a long time. I am going to be extra careful. I do not want to go back to that hospital until I am 37 weeks. I want a full term, healthy baby more then anything. Thank you to all who supported me last week.