The latest from the Inside....

well.

We had some excitement this weekend, a little more than I'd like thank you very much.

We had a little unexpected trip to the local hospital, much to my dismay.

I didn't feel right on Friday night, but isn't pregnancy a constant state of not feeling right? I have to learn to trust my gut a little more I think. I thought it was muscles, ligaments stretching out with the growing girl - but by saturday afternoon a feeling of unease had set in.

By four o'clock fairly regular contractions had set in... now keep in mind I'm only 24 wks along and this is indeed something to be worried about, especially because I had been classified as a high risk case with "placenta previa"*. (for those interested, this means that my placenta, the life line to the baby, was covering the opening that the baby will have to pass through. If labour starts at any point with this condition, it's a definite trip to the OR for a C-section because if it ruptures no O2 for baby and a great big bleed out for the mama... not so great.) Sooooooo, I'm thinking, OK OK I'll go to the hospital they'll monitor me for a couple of hours tell I'm fine and get sent home.... well.

Monitor they did and the contractions were three minutes apart at the worst and were getting quite strong and a tad uncomfortable. Boy, they started to really freak out. In turn, so did I. When specialists start talking about what we wanted to do in case of a birth and out wishes in regards to resuscitation procedure one gets a little nervous... because a "24 weeker" as she became known as, has about 50% chance of survival on the outside with massive chances of severe disabilities. Nice. Needless to say, we were not having a very good night.

They decided to admit me and monitor me for the next two days. They gave the steroid to mature the baby's lungs which would give her a better chance not to be on a ventilator. Nice.
The staff was super great and supportive, they probably see a lot of blubbering scared pregnant woman and their shellshocked spouses.

Happy Mother's Day to me...hee hee.

The good news, the contractions finally dies down sometime in the middle of the night and by morning things were looking up. The specialist arrived with his roadside ultrasound kit and concluded almost totally that MY PLACENTA HAD SHIFTED!!! I was no longer a "previa-high-risk" girl! This changed the situation a whole lot. Don't get me wrong, a baby born at 24 wks is bad bad bad, but at least this was very good news! I got to come home on bedrest and had to have another more detailed ultrasound on monday to make sure that the doc was indeed right about the shifting. That went well and I have to go back for another next week, sigh. Meanwhile I'll catch up on my knitting, reading and 24!!!! while Poor Frank tries to manage the chaos that is Chez Gadoury - maybe he'llhave more respect for what I do day in and out.

Mom is due to arrive on Wednesday at 3:10pm on Westjet - Bring in the calvary! She was planning a visit anyway since early spring but this is wonderful. I have to lay low the rest on this pregnancy and "try to take it easy" - yeah, I'm gonna try!

It was so sweet on Sunday when the kids arrived at the hospital with a bunch of pretty flowers and homemade Mother's day cards! They were very happy to see me and Kate informed me she was worrried when she couldn't find me when she woke up.... awwww, what a nice present right there. They were both enthralled with all aspects of the hospital - the bathroom (always an adventure no matter when we go), the elevatore, escalators, my IV, the little TV, and of course they had to take the bed for a test drive - "bed goes up, bed goes down!" Anyways, Hold your breathe that this kid cooks a little more! I mentione to the nurse that Murphy's Law states that they won't won't see me again until I'm overdue and they have to induce me and I'm swearing because I'm sick and tired of being pregnant! Cross your fingers!