It all started at church yesterday. At the end of Sunday School I told Eric I was really uncomfortable and I kept moving positions trying to find a comfy way to sit. When Sunday School was over I went into the relief society room and felt a little better just from getting up and walking around a little. Within 5 minutes of sititng down I realized that I was getting uncomfortable again. When I started actually listening to my body I realized that I was having contractions. The sister sitting next to me kept asking if I was okay...I guess she could tell I was uncomfortable. After 30 minutes of contractions every 5-10 minutes I decided to get up and walk around to see if that would stop them. I walked outside and then came back inside to get a drink. I found my seat neighbor searching the halls to make sure I was okay. I told her I was fine...just trying to get my contrations to stop. I followed her back in to the relief society room to sit back down for the last 15 min of class...the walking didn't help. They continued.
After class I felt like I had to stop walking every time I had a contraction so that the pain wouldn't shoot down my legs. Eric was walking so fast to the car I finally yelled...' Eric, come here.' I told him that we needed to go to the hospital (my doctor told me that since I was still too early that if I had more than 4 in an hour that I needed to go get checked to make sure everything was okay). So we got the Hall's to watch the kids until Eric's dad could drive down from Salt Lake. We made the quick trip to the hospital.
Once arriving the Labor and Delivery receptionist made me call down to the front desk and get pre-registered. I was annoyed....to say the least. I felt nausea and didn't want to talk to anyone. When I met my nurse I had to explain myself. I said...I know I am early and probably not in full labor, but I didn't want to get to the point where there was no turning back. The nurse told me she was glad that I came in and that it was the smart thing to do. (what a relief to not feel like I was over reacting).
Throughout the hours that we were there the contractions continued to get stronger and closer together. To make the long story short, they gave me some pain medication ot relax my uterus contractions and help me to sleep good at night. Thanks goodness.
So for now...I am trying to take it easy so that the contractions don't start up again soon. I am only 35 weeks 2 days along. The doctor said that the baby would be fine if I did have her today, but each day that we can extend the pregnancy brings higher chances that she will be a good breast feeder and that she will be able to breath on her own from the beginning. So that is our goal...keep her in there for another week and a half at least.
Love, Tamber
ps...he nailed that ball in this picture...haha.
