Ms. Blue. This is the part where I’m supposed to blame you for the past few days in this beautiful hotel bed, right? Just kidding! I will never blame you for a thing, but let’s just make it clear I don’t want to be back here unless I’m preparing to see your little face.
Thursday night: I wasn’t feeling so good. Daddy even ordered Chinese food and I couldn’t get it down. No biggie. I took the opportunity to fall asleep a bit earlier on the couch.
Friday morning: I just felt wrong. My belly hurt. My head hurt. My back hurt. Something was obviously wrong, but I figured it was just my lazy I don’t wanna do this anymore emotions kicking in. So off to work I went. I did give your doctor a call on the way, though just to give them the heads up of how I was feeling. Apparently, water is the cure for everything. But for me, water is just the cure to get away from your desk every 15 minutes.
Long behold, water was not doing it for you. So I decided to give my other doctor Google a ring and look up the signs of contractions. Yup, that’s what was going on. I called Doctor #1 and let her know of my pain and we headed right to the hospital. Being hooked up to monitors for hours isn’t exactly how I planned to spend my Friday afternoon, but hearing your continuous heart beat surely made up for the uncomfortable bed.
The doctors let us go because I stayed at 1 cm dilated. It was bittersweet, because I was anxious to see you if it was time but deep down I know you have to roast just a little bit more. But let’s just say, the car ride home was one for the books. You obviously didn’t agree with leaving because I had contractions the entire ride home. Even daddy had to come meet me to move the car out the middle of the street. (I have this thing with stopping the car the minute I don’t feel like driving). Long story short, Friday night = HORRIBLE!
Saturday: HORRIBLE! Plus I noticed a lump in my stomach which for a little bit of time, I thought was just your little foot.
Sunday: ENOUGH! Daddy and I decided to head back to the hospital, but not before stuffing our faces with WaWa in pain and all. Long day in the hospital, all to tell me I formed a hernia, possibly from too much strain. Immediately I contacted Doctor #2 Google to find out exactly what this meant. Possible surgery. Scared wasn’t the word, Pey. Especially knowing that surgery this late in the pregnancy will bring on preterm labor. Still in excruciating pain, tests began. Bloodwork, meds and ultrasounds. By the way, you’re already 5lbs 1 oz!! It’s as if they were secretly prepping to deliver you.
They want to keep us for a few days. -_-
As I’m sitting here, bright and early on Tuesday morning all I can say is how thankful I am. The doctors ruled out there was no longer a hernia and you are more than healthy. We’ll just stick around a little longer to be monitored and wait for my new accessory …a belly band!
Blue, even though mommy will rather not go through this pain, I would go through it any day to have the outcome that you’re okay. Through this pregnancy I realized that many times. If there’s any possible way for me to go through something all for you to have a great ending, sign me up! Pregnancy definitely has its highs and lows, but the ultimate high is knowing in just a few weeks you will be gracing us with your presence that so many people can’t wait to for. Hopefully today I get to go home and we can relax full time with daddy.
I just have one last request: PLEASE STAY IN UNTIL AFTER YOUR BABY SHOWER THIS WEEKEND!!
PS: we adore you & love you more.