Day 13: Hospitalized

My mother-in-law took B again this morning so J and I could rest (J worked last night) and she could take him to church.  I spent the day listening to conference talks, wrote in my journal, and had a visit from a friend.  The day was pleasant enough, but I had several contractions throughout the day.  By late afternoon, the contractions were coming about six minutes apart and wouldn't stop even after I took my contraction-blocking medicine (Nifedipine/Procardia).  So, tonight, I'm in the hospital dilated to a little less than a 1 and 30%+ effaced and doctors are getting my preterm labor under control.  I just had three shots of Terbutaline to stop the contractions that were coming every 2-3 minutes.  The shots made me shaky and caused my heart to race super fast (over 145 beats per minute) and Baby Boy went nuts in my stomach, too.  I did not like the way the injections made me feel at all, but they did help stop the contractions from coming as frequently.  In fact, they've pretty much stopped now, and we're thankful for that.

Hopefully the medicine will stop the contraction cycle completely and I can soon go home to bed rest and focus on getting this baby to term.  (And to think that last week, I couldn't imagine saying I wanted to be on bed rest).  That way I don't have to disrupt our lives more than I have to.  Poor J is still recovering from  his snowboarding injuries, he's caring for B, and he's working hard at his job and at home by taking on my responsibilities, so this preterm labor situation is stressful for him.  I've also turned B's world upside down the last few days.  He tried so hard to stay busy and fall asleep here so J could stay with me, but he was uncomfortable so J took him home to bed.  B rode out in the wheelchair because he was so sleepy, and he thought that was fun.  But the last thing he said before he left was that he's tired of the hospital since we've been here several times in the last three weeks. 

Tomorrow I'll be 29 weeks, so we're coming along, but still have a ways to go.  29 weeks is just not long enough.  Thanks for your continued thoughts and prayers. They are being felt.