Saturday was the baby shower. It was so much fun. I was happy some family was here and missing those that weren't. I know they'll all be here soon enough though. The party was a huge success. When I have more time I will upload some pictures of the magnificent table and decorations.
Sunday morning at 2a I woke up to use the restroom. Upon completion I noticed I was bleeding. Problem numero uno. I woke up Christian and she jumped out of bed. We rushed to get dressed, call the dr. and they told us to get to the hospital. We flew to the hospital, safely. Fortunately it was 2am and there weren't that many cars on Mopac.
Upon arrival they took my vitals, checked the amount and color of the bleed and put me in a gown. The doctor would be in at 7a Sunday morning. Christian and I couldn't sleep. The couch was uncomfortable and neither one of us could wrap our heads around what was happening. Baby's monitor looked great. She was kicking and her heart beat looked great. No worries there. We got about an hour of sleep. Both eventually made it onto the hospital bed, her curled up by my feet and me angled.
The next morning the dr. on call came in and told me the drill. Observation and let's go ahead and get that steroid shot. Getting the steroid shot meant a 24 hr stay but also meant our little girl would have her organs mature two weeks in two days. Stronger baby = a little less stress on moms.
Grandmere, Jill, Mom & Aunt Jean came to visit before they had to leave to go home. It was pretty sad that we wouldn't be able to spend the day with them. It wasn't exactly planned this way.
Mom and Jill came back after the airport run and hung out for a while before they headed home. It was so nice to have mom and Jill around. Especially knowing that they were taking care of the house and dogs. They allowed Christian to stay with me and talk to doctors and know that everything was taken care of.
The steroid shots weren't super painful, just really uncomfortable. I got one in each quad, 24 hrs apart. It felt like that expandable foam from the hardware store expanding in my leg. The legs are a bit sore today, as expected from being punctured with a syringe!
We were released Monday morning by our real doctor around 11a. We will be seeing her every week from here on out. She wants to check in and see how things are. Our next goal is week 32. That is 3 weeks from today. Christian, nor myself, think that this is the last of our rushes to the hospital. We're hoping, but not too optimistic.
We arrived home and Christian packed our "to go" back. This way we can grab it and run in the middle of the night and have what we need. This weekend we had to talk mom through our house getting the things we may want/need. And we forgot stuff...go figure. The car seat is next to the bag and mom and I are working to get the nursery stocked and ready for a surprise. We don't want her here any earlier than necessary, but we want to be ready, just in case.
Christian drove me to the hospital thinking we were going to be having our daughter. Fortunately, she's still cooking and moving and seems to be doing just fine. Mom (me) on the other hand is working through the stress and not knowing. Sleep is fleeting and I don't see that getting any better over the next few weeks. Fingers crossed.
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