Time flies...

...when your confined to your house...NOT!

Let me go back to a month ago when all the "fun" stuff started...

On July 7th I had been working all day and although I felt funny I chalked it up to the pregnancy. I was 29 weeks and HUGE so I didn't think much of it. A little after noon I started realizing that the pressure I had been feeling all weekend was getting worse and I was also experiencing some tightening all over my belly. I knew that my OB was in surgery cause she was working on my boss! I waiting until about 4pm to give them a call cause I knew I was going to be going home any minute and sure enough the nurse said head to Labor and Delivery ASAP. Once there, they hooked me up to a monitor and sure enough I was having contractions every 3 minutes! Not only was I contracting but I was dilated a fingertip. The immediately gave me Terbutaline, and everything calmed down. I was sent home and told to be on bedrest. JUST PEACHY!

The following day was supposed to be our follow-up 3-D ultrasound and the nurse gave me the go ahead to still go as long as I went straight there and back. Which we did. Later that night I started feeling contractions again and started timing them but this time they were every 6 minutes. That was enough to send me back into L&D though. After two attempts of the Terbutaline, contractions slowed down and now I was given the oral medication to take at home as well.

That Saturday, July 11th, Chris left to do some errands for his boss while I stayed home to rest. I had been having a really hard time on the medication and just didn't feel right. He called me around 11am and I couldn't even put a sentence together and got very frustrated and started sobbing. Then when I would try to get up my legs would go stiff as a tree trunk and lock up to the point where I would almost fall over. Chris insisted I call my OB, and she sent me back to L&D. This time I was still having minor contraction, but nothing in comparison to the days prior. They switched my meds and all was calm again.

This time around I felt like a million bucks by the next day! I was still on bedrest but as long as I was taking it easy I could get up every once and a while and do an errand. Chris was a huge help and started taking over some of my clients since he wasn't working much. The kids ended up liking him more than me! SHOCKER :P!

As much as I wanted our little guy out, when I look back at things I am so relieved to know we made it another 5+ weeks. He has been able to grow so much in that time and each week he stays put means less time he would have to spend in NICU. Even though he is such a big baby (at my 33.5 week appointment he measured 37 weeks!!), we're not sure where his lungs are at this point and since I have such bad asthma problems, it's a big concern that he will have breathing issues as well.

So here's to hoping that our little butterball will back just a little bit more....