As I said in a previous post, I have been feeling pretty miserable since December. Part of it I'm sure was normal pregnancy misery. I had a hard time working, and I had several gallbladder attacks. One highlight was a shower that my friends at our new church gave for me and another mom in our group. We (Lori and I) are due about a month apart; she's due before me. The shower was so nice, and I got to meet a few new women from church. I got a lot of clothes for the baby, which was great because we only had a few things!
During the last week or two I kept thinking that something just wasn't right. When I went shopping for all of the million things we still needed for baby I would feel like I just couldn't walk.
Last Wednesday, Jan 20th, I called the doctor because of some weird pains I had. I was at work, and they told me to come to the doctor's office "just to check on things and make me feel better." I won't go into all the details here, but I ended up in L&D for several hours as they tried to stop my contractions. I was in pre-term labor! No wonder I didn't feel quite right. I felt really, really dumb because I didn't realize I was having contractions. Oh well . . . My doctor put me on immediate, strict bedrest. It was pretty shocking and stressful those first few days. I had not prepared to leave work 6 weeks before my due date. When the doctor called I was eating a snack of angel food cake, fat-free whipped creme, and strawberries--I think poor Martha had to clean my dish!
In theory I thought that bedrest (BR) sounded kind of good. It is very difficult. Poor Jon now has to do everything: cleaning, cooking, laundry, buying things we need for the baby, taking care of our demon dogs, acquiring a pediatrician for the baby, etc. There were so many things we had not completely finished or taken care of that now are pushed ahead to the top of the list. We thought we had 6 more weeks to get ready--now I could go into labor or back into the hospital at any moment. I take medication to prevent the contractions, but they still happen.
Some bad things about BR, in no certain order:
- I have to miss my prenatal massage appointment this weekend.
- I need to get a pedicure but can't leave the house.
- Totally messes up your carefully planned maternity leave.
- It's hard enough to find a comfy position in bed at night; now I should be doing it all day.
- There are many, many more.
Good things about BR, in order:
- Lets baby have more time to get his little lungs ready
- I'm caught up on thank you cards
- Makes it easier to let some things go without the pressure to get them done
- I get a chance to catch up on my blog