I found out I was pregnant on Sept 22nd. I threw up the night before after taking a nap, so I picked up a pregnancy test on the way to work. I kinda forgot about it until I had a 15 minute break and was like, oh yeah, I should pee on that stick. I guess I wasn't really thinking because when the test read positive 2 minutes later- there I was jumping up and down silently in the work bathroom all by myself. I texted James (he was at work) and told him I'd be sending him a picture and then I'd call him after he saw it. I sent him a pic of the positive test and when I called him, he was so excited!
the actual pic I sent him
my growing belly
right after we were admitted and my iv was started,
this was what I posted on facebook to let people know
My pregnancy was pretty uneventful. I thought I was huge, I had fun cravings (Asian food and buffalo chicken strips), I peed all the time. My only trip to the hospital was at around 23 weeks when I was shopping alone at Walmart and passed out! I woke up to some Walmart ladies caring for me, they called James, and we went to the hospital to make sure all was well. Turns out, Ian was just sitting funny and coupled with the way I was standing, my blood pressure dropped rapidly, causing me to black out.
May 2nd was my first day off after a 10 day run. I had just finished leading a 3 day training for new employees and was nesting hard. I cleaned the master bathroom, including scrubbing the shower out and also hung all of my tiny newborn cloth diapers out to dry. I did 2 loads of laundry and organized some baby clothes, but then I started feeling hot and bothered. I looked down to notice that my hands and feet were very swollen. I figured I'd just overworked myself and needed to lay down. When resting didn't seem to help, I called James to tell him how I was feeling. He thought the swelling might mean blood pressure issues, so he called our neighbor, who's a nurse, to come take my vitals. Yup, my blood pressure was pretty high, so she instructed that I lay down on my left side in the dark for an hour and she'd come recheck me. After that hour, I came down to meet my neighbor and remember that we sat on my front porch while she checked me again and James arrived home at that same time. It was still high, so I called the OBs nurse line, and they instructed I go in just to get checked out.
I remember James and I slowly wandering around the house then... we didn't take the hospital bag that was half packed, we didn't panic or really do much of anything. And we didn't think to eat (so stupid in hindsight). We just drove over to the hospital with our fleeces in hand, in case it was cold, and I really expected a pill or something and to come back home.
We checked in at the hospital and they put us in a triage room, just to look over everything. My blood pressure had come down a little, and other vitals were good, but the most shocking statement was when the nurse told me I was 2cm dilated, 80% effaced, and contracting about every 5 minutes! They ran a few more tests and called my OB, who said- "admit her and she will deliver tomorrow". Woah. We did not expect to be staying overnight, let alone staying until we brought our baby home! We called some friends to bring us dinner and called Joe, my brother in law, to go to our house and finish packing our bag and get it to us.
monitoring my contractions
the brother in law with our stuff
waiting patiently
We settled in. Then labor really began.
(to be continued tomorrow on his birthday)
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