Thursday night I lost my mucous plug. Gross...I know, but it had to be said. So then I started to panic a little bit realizing that this baby is coming and it is not just come thing I have growing in the front of my body. Friday morning I had an appointment and I had the doc check my cervix. I was probably 50% effaced, completely soft, and was almost 1 cm. So I was really excited when she said that if I keep having contractions like I was this baby could be here within the next few days. I had been having contractions (tiny ones) for a week and Thursday they became more regular and closer together, but after the incident Friday night they were pretty strong and very regular.
I left the doc appt. and called my mom to tell her that she needed to move her time off to a week earlier. My sister is coming too, so I needed to let her know as well. Ben also had an overnight scout campout that he planend on going too, so he needed to get a replacement so he could be with me. All day I had strong contractions, close together and I felt like I couldn't walk. Later last evening, Ben decided that we needed to go to the hospital. After 7 weeks of contractions with Braeden, I had no hope that I was actually dilating or changing at all even with these painful contractions. I suggested that the girl down the street come and check me. She works on base as an OB nurse and she would come right over and do this. So Ben called her and she did...she came over and told me that I was really soft, probably 70% effaced, and 1 cm...and the worst of all news...THE BABY IS FACE UP! This makes labor longer, and the contractions not do all they that could be doing. I was pretty bummed about this. Ben went and took the scouts up to their camping spot and stayed a while, while I crawled on all fours, leaned over the exercise ball, and laid on my left side with a pillow between my legs (as the nurse suggested). I am not sure if the baby turned or not because has not been kicking me in the ribs like normal. I have no idea what to think. I slept really well last night (aside from the normal getting up to pee 6 times and needing to turn over every hour). This morning when I woke up the contractions were the same. I was tired and I didn't want to go through another day like Friday. Ben went out and did some yard work while I sat on my bed and folded laundry. I was so tired I wanted to pass out.
Ben came in and said, "do you want to go to Boise to get Chinese food?" By then I had been crying for a while because I was so tired, and I couldn't sleep, and I just wanted the baby to get here. I said let's go! I didn't know if I was dilated any more or now...I didn't care. I just wanted to get out of the house and do something different.
We went to a Chinese buffet that we love, and then I asked Ben if he would allow me to basically go spend some money in the second had kids store. He said yes and I was so happy. I looked and found Braeden some of the most adorable clothes for fall. I only spent 20 bucks and got a ton of stuff. It was just what I needed to do...some retail therapy. After that Ben wanted to go home, but I have been looking for some cute brown shoes for Braeden that he can wear with his sweaters and stuff. So I suggested we go to Target(rather Ben goes to REI and we go to Target). I am okay with this because I can look at things. I found Braeden's shoes ON SALE, and I found the cutest demin jacket on clearance for him. I was hitting the deals today. Too bad I was exhausted already and was waddling like a one legged duck. My contractions seemed to be keeping up with the walking and I suggested we go to the MOST AWESOME WALMART and go look around. We went there and found some pants for me for after the delivery that I have been looking for for a long time. After Walmart, I was done. I needed to sit in the car and sit a nice cold, Diet Dr Pepper...and I did. We made it home about 4:30 and we all decided to have a late nap. I passed out again and woke up at 6. After I got up the contractions were still there and I was still stressed.
Right now I am having painful contractions and I don't know what to do about them. It is terrible now knowing what to do. I am not going to be the lucky 1 in 10 women that have their water break...that would be too easy. I don't know if these contractions are working because it took 7 weeks last pregnancy to get me to a 2. I was a one for several weeks. I don't want to be a downer and I hate that we are just sitting here not knowing. This little babe is pulling my leg already...he is in trouble when he comes. :)
I hope that the contractions get so bad that we need to go in and that I am at a 5 or 6. I was a 5 when I went in with Braeden. I guess the good thing about this is laboring at home. I wouldn't want to be a 3 and have to stay at the hospital for most of labor. YUCK! I already have to stay 48 hours after the baby is born...military stuff I guess. Maybe Ben can pull some strings and get me out early since that is where he works. :) Let's get something good out of his job besides a paycheck huh!
I am sure that I will keep everyone informed on what is happening. It is my little cousin Issac's birthday tomorrow and he thinks it would be neat to share a birthday with my little boy. I think it would be awesome too...12:01 am sounds pretty good to me!
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