It happened to me.
I was one of those girls. We were one of those couples...the ones that get sent back home.
Boo hoo. Your pity and sympathy is much appreciated.
I had been having regular contractions yesterday. I started timing them during sacrament meeting (it was the perfect setting to time them while sitting still and listening to the talks!) and they were about 4 1/2 to 5 minutes apart. JooJu Jr's movements were quite painful, and I couldn't sing the closing hymn because I was trying to breathe through the internal abuse I was receiving. At home, the contractions were 4 minutes apart. And then there was a period of time when they were 2 to 3 minutes apart. The contractions themselves didn't hurt too much. It was mainly pelvic pressure, lower back pain, and his movements that were giving me grief.
I called up my mom and my two sisters for advice multiple times. My mom and one of my sisters said that for them, contractions didn't hurt too bad until they got checked in to the hospital. After a lot of deliberating, we deemed that with all the pressure I was feeling and the consistency of the contractions, I should go to the hospital.
We checked in to the Labor and Delivery floor. I donned the gown. The nurse put the monitors with the itchy straps on my belly. She asked a plethora of questions, checked my cervix (and felt our baby's head, because it was "right there!"), gave us water, and left. Jeff had fun raising and lowering the back of my bed when I wanted it adjusted (which was often), looking at the contractions on the screen, and answering the persistent calls from loving family members that were curious as to what was happening.
Turns out, nothing was happening.
So disappointing.
My cervix hadn't changed, despite the contractions and the pain I was feeling. So we were sent home. We are to go back when my contractions are not only consistent, but stronger and much more painful. Or we can go back if my water breaks, if I start bleeding, if I swell up like a balloon, etc. etc. etc.
My kind parents came by after we got back to comfort us with soft words, smiles, hugs, stir fry, rice, and delicious cinnamon rolls.
So here I am, 38 weeks along. These past few hours I have still been contracting every 3-4 minutes, but they're not too painful. So the waiting continues.
- C.S. Lewis (Mere Christianity)
I was one of those girls. We were one of those couples...the ones that get sent back home.
Boo hoo. Your pity and sympathy is much appreciated.
I had been having regular contractions yesterday. I started timing them during sacrament meeting (it was the perfect setting to time them while sitting still and listening to the talks!) and they were about 4 1/2 to 5 minutes apart. JooJu Jr's movements were quite painful, and I couldn't sing the closing hymn because I was trying to breathe through the internal abuse I was receiving. At home, the contractions were 4 minutes apart. And then there was a period of time when they were 2 to 3 minutes apart. The contractions themselves didn't hurt too much. It was mainly pelvic pressure, lower back pain, and his movements that were giving me grief.
I called up my mom and my two sisters for advice multiple times. My mom and one of my sisters said that for them, contractions didn't hurt too bad until they got checked in to the hospital. After a lot of deliberating, we deemed that with all the pressure I was feeling and the consistency of the contractions, I should go to the hospital.
We checked in to the Labor and Delivery floor. I donned the gown. The nurse put the monitors with the itchy straps on my belly. She asked a plethora of questions, checked my cervix (and felt our baby's head, because it was "right there!"), gave us water, and left. Jeff had fun raising and lowering the back of my bed when I wanted it adjusted (which was often), looking at the contractions on the screen, and answering the persistent calls from loving family members that were curious as to what was happening.
Turns out, nothing was happening.
So disappointing.
My cervix hadn't changed, despite the contractions and the pain I was feeling. So we were sent home. We are to go back when my contractions are not only consistent, but stronger and much more painful. Or we can go back if my water breaks, if I start bleeding, if I swell up like a balloon, etc. etc. etc.
My kind parents came by after we got back to comfort us with soft words, smiles, hugs, stir fry, rice, and delicious cinnamon rolls.
So here I am, 38 weeks along. These past few hours I have still been contracting every 3-4 minutes, but they're not too painful. So the waiting continues.
“I am sure God keeps no one waiting unless He sees that it is good for him to wait.”
- C.S. Lewis (Mere Christianity)
For now, I guess the waiting must be good for us? I had a good chat with one of my brothers today. We talked about how so many things don't go as we expect them to, but it certainly makes life more interesting.
We can't wait to meet our little guy. Our son. I bet he is as cute and sweet and charming as his daddy.
We can't wait to meet our little guy. Our son. I bet he is as cute and sweet and charming as his daddy.
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2 comments:
Awww. I'm so sorry. I'm excited for you to have your baby. Then you can stop having all the pain, and you can have a little cutie patootie to cuddle. Love you lots!
Oh Juju, I know what it feels like. I was sent home the first time we went to the hospital. I don't know if it was pride or what, but I didn't want to go back because I was sure they would just send me home again. And it was a 30 minute drive on California freeways! As horrible as it is to have to take that walk of shame out of the hospital, it will all be worth it in the end! Hang in there!
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