I have to say that I had a pretty good pregnancy. I didn't have morning sickness at all. As long as I had something on my stomach, I didn't feel queasy. I didn't gain a lot of weight. I actually only gained 16 lbs. All was going just peachy. Until November 17, 2011.....
Scott and I ate dinner at Copeland's. We came home afterwards, and he started packing up to go deer hunting the next day. I was about to take a shower, so I went to the restroom first. I noticed that I was bleeding. My doctor had told me that if I ever saw bright, red blood to go to the hospital. I told Scott, and we got ready and went to the hospital. He took the bag that he had already packed to go deer hunting with us just in case. On the way to the hospital, we both called and told our moms. In our minds, we were thinking that all was fine and that it was really nothing. I was thinking they would tell me to take it easy or something like that. Boy was I wrong....
We get to the ER, and luckily, it wasn't busy at all. They wheeled me up to the labor and delivery department. I lay there in the bed to get examined by the nurse. I wasn't feeling any pain or contractions, so I thought all was well. The nurse checks my cervix, she looks at me, and whispers, "You're 5cm!" It's like I had an outer body experience. I was like, how in the world could that be. I'm only 27 weeks, and I don't feel any contractions. They hook me up to the monitors, and they tell me that I'm having contractions every 4 minutes. I still can't believe it because I'm not in any pain. The nurses prepare the room like I'm about to go into labor. They then tell us that there isn't any medication to reverse dilation, and we would be at the hospital until our baby comes. My doctor comes up to my room and tells me that she hopes I can make it 48 hours without delivering, so I can get these steroid shots that will help develop the baby's lungs. She prays with us, which I thought was very nice. You just don't get too many doctors who actually bring up God in times like these. After that, they tilt the bed down so that my head is lower than my feet. I must say that this is very uncomfortable, but it helped keep the baby from moving towards my cervix. Scott and I hardly slept that night. I mean, we were both in a state of shock.
The next morning, a specialist comes in and does an ultrasound. He tells me that I'm more like 3.5 cm. That makes Scott and I feel better, but nonetheless, I'm dilated. I start taking this medicine that helps calm the muscles of the uterus and reduces contractions. I get moved from labor and delivery to antepartum. The room isn't as big, but it's cool. I try and let it settle in that this will be our home until Kendall comes into the world. God blesses me to be able to get the two steroid shots to help develop Kendall's lungs. We were so glad of that.
We tell our latest news to our friends and family. The outpour of love that we got was unbelievable. I don't think a day went by while I was on bedrest that we didn't have a visitor. Friends brought us dinner and lunch, games to play, magazines to read, and candy and goodies. Family brought thanksgiving to us and relieved Scott, so he could go home for a minute. We just felt so blessed to have such a good support system. God made us realize just how blessed we are to have such good friends and family in our corner. I would like to give a shot out to everyone who supported us during this time. Scott and I truly love you and appreciate you.
I pretty much laid around, sent texts, talked on the phone, watched tv, prayed and read my bible, surfed the net, and visited with vistors. It wasn't that bad at all.
Twice a day I got monitored to see if I am contracting. Scott and I held our breath when this part of the day comes because of course we both hope I'm not. The medicine was holding off contractions. That was until the morning of November 27th. That was the day that our lives changed forever.
Stay tuned!