Monday, June 25, 2012

In Which I Ignore Things I Shouldn't and Suffer Dearly

While pregnant with Andrew, I began having pre-term contractions around 30 weeks.  I went to the ER once and the doctor told me to take it easy, so I did, kinda, and continued to have those contractions until Andrew came at 36 weeks.  Since he and Emily were so close together, 14 months, I figured it was because my body had not adequately returned to my normal pre-pregnancy state and that future pregnancies would not be threatened by that.

Unfortunately, I was wrong.  Despite having the easiest and most wonderful pregnancy since 20 weeks (and the last of the HG went away), pre-term labor has reared is ugly, and painful, little head again.

Last week, I started feeling contractions again.  At first I thought it was pressure related to Bellybean shifting his/her weight, except that it happened periodically and required that I deep breathe through it to make it bearable.  It took a few days to convince myself that these were, indeed, contractions and that I should pay closer attention to them.  After having over a dozen every day for a week straight and feeling pelvic pressure, I decided to mention it to my doctor.   Surely it wasn’t anything to worry about, just run o’ the mill Braxton Hicks contractions. At my doctor’s appointment, I mentioned this and since I did have a history of delivering early, she decided to check me to make sure the contractions were not dilating my cervix.

They were.  I was already dilated to 1 cm and 50% effaced.  Since I am only 31 weeks, this is too much.  I was prescribed medication to stop the contractions and ordered to “rest as much as you can.”

Eh.  As I tend to do, I flippantly took this information and I convinced myself that it was not that big of a deal.  Ben kept telling me to fill my prescription and take it easy, but I told him that Andrew stayed in until 36 weeks and the doctors weren’t too concerned at that time!  I would fill the prescription…eventually.  I did slow down, a little, but my kiddos don’t like resting any more than I do.  They need to run outside and need to have my one-on-one attention so they don’t destroy the house and get into dangerous substances.

Last night, after a day that was relatively relaxing – but followed a day that was NOT – I started contracting heavily.  This time, I felt major pelvic pressure, intense cramping, and could barely move or talk over the contractions.  I called my doctor who told me to make a trip to labor and delivery immediately.

At L&D, they hooked me up to various monitors (standard stuff) and measured my contractions.  They were coming steadily and they could tell that I was in a great deal of pain.  They gave me a shot, checked my cervix – which, thankfully, hadn’t changed since Friday – and sent me home on orders of strict bed rest and to take my medicine.

Bed rest is complicated and even more so with kids.  However, I know how difficult having a premature baby is and I want to stop that from happening.  If I could convince myself that this is a big deal, and that I’m not making things up in my head, then maybe I’ll start taking the whole rest thing seriously.


  1. Would you like someone to come over and babysit? :)

  2. Rest. Rest. Rest. Get Ben to put snacks out in the am and then lay on the couch, remote in hand. Those kids can grab a granola bar for you to open. Tv is made for bed rest. (I mean for keeping the kids busy.)

    It's the best thing you can do for yourself and your baby and you kids too. Rest. In 5 weeks, you can be lax. Now, relax.

  3. Take it easy Amber. Rest and more rest. Sending relaxing thoughts your way.


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