Sunday, August 19, 2012

35 Weeks

Well, I have made it to 35 weeks, I'm kind of shocked!  Just one more week until Nemo can safely come out, and I won't be on bed rest anymore.

I spent four more nights in the hospital last week.  On Saturday I had a sudden attack, still not sure what it was, but it started out feeling like indigestion, and quickly intensified.  It was the most excruciating pain I've ever felt, including labor, in my life.  I couldn't move.  Mom called the Family Birthing Unit, they said to wait it out.  I tried a bath, milk, water, Tums, Zantac, everything.  Nothing touched it, and it got to the point where I was screaming and crying in pain, something I didn't do while delivering Montana.  We called a friend to take me to the hospital, but I couldn't move from the couch, so we called an ambulance.  When the paramedics got there I started vomiting.  The ride to the hospital was Hell, I was drenched in sweat by the time we got there, and was ready to pass out.  My blood pressure was low.  I threw up over and over in the ambulance and in triage, but the pain wouldn't stop.  I was given IV fluids and put on the monitor, but no contractions showed up; it was definitely unrelated.

After a couple hours of wishing for death, the worst of it subsided.  I was still in pain, but could relax enough to close my eyes.  A doctor came in and checked my cervix, which was at 3-4 cm, and took a swab to check for fetal fibronectin, a protein released prior to labor.  She didn't send it off for results right away, instead she ordered bloodwork.  It took about half an hour to get a vein, after four different pokes in my hand and arm.  A week later I still have the bruise.  They tested for placental abruption, among other things.  Those came back all normal, so the doctor checked me again, this time I was 4-5 cm, and she decided to send off the swab.  It came back positive, indicating labor could be imminent (it is not a very reliable test) but that for sure it had started, so they kept me.  Again.

I was there for four nights, during which nothing happened.  The pain was gone (thank goodness), contractions were sporadic, water was still in tact.  So I waited.  And waited.  Mom and Montana came when they could to keep me company, and I started getting used to being along and bored out of my mind.  Finally, a doctor checked my cervix, and it had gone back down to 2-3 cm, so she discharged me.

I've now been home for a few days, still bored, but so very happy that I"m home.  If I have to be bored and on bed rest, I'd rather be here with my baby.

The problem with bed rest is that I have too much time to think.  I've been getting increasingly depressed over the whole SD2 situation.  I miss him like crazy, which I knew would happen--but I expected to have a newborn to keep me busy.  Instead I am alone with my thoughts.  I know I'll move on, but right now it's very hard.

So now I'm at 35 weeks.  Belly is growing, I have pains here and there.  Normal end of pregnancy complaints, except I can't go walking to feel better.

Here's hoping I can go another week with Nemo inside, without losing my mind completely!

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