Round #2- In the hospital

Quick update – Sarah started having contractions at 2AM and woke me up to tell me it’s time to go to the hospital.  So far so good, the contractions are coming every 2-3 minutes, with varying intensity.  Glad we made it to the 36 week mark.

 

I’ll keep everyone updated as we move along.

July 4th Lite

I’m still supposed to be on light duty.  But things have gotten a little looser now that we are rounding out the 35th week of this pregnancy and on the home stretch.  I went back to work last week, and after 1 day of working while on terbutaline, I decided to quit the medicine.  It just wasn’t worth it.  I couldn’t safely operate…and I decided that if I was unable to operate, I might as well be at home with a BABY!  So I quit the meds and have been working fewer hours- and so far everything is holding out just fine.

My midwife joked with me this week that they probably have stopped my labor so severely that they will have to induce me at 41 weeks.  <nervous laughter> Wouldn’t that just be the most bitter of ironies.  I seriously doubt that will be the case, but I am appreciative that everything has stopped now so I can get a few more weeks of work in before the “blessed event”.

Needless to say, our 4th of July was on the “lite” side…mainly consisting of lounging at the pool and visiting with family.  We did head down to Decatur for the neighborhood children’s parade, where Bryson and his cousins decorated the wagon and walked the streets of the square.  Jayna and Dave were elected to walk alongside the children while I watched from the sidelines with the grandparents.  When the parade started, Bryson refused to ride in the wagon, and instead insisted on walking in the street and waving to everyone.  He really got in to it though, he took his role as the hand waver very seriously.

After the parade we sat on the square and had a picnic while enjoying a patriotic performance by the Callanwolde Concert Band.  The evening was concluded with a fireworks display.  I guess I am getting old or something, but it seemed like the worlds longest fireworks show ever.  While it was definitely a fun day, by the time the fireworks finished I was very tired and ready for it to all be over. 

Woe Is Me

I am not wallowing in self pity.  I know that things could be WAY worse.  But seriously, bedrest is so boring. 

And terbutaline is a medicine made by the devil!  I feel like I am fighting nature and therefore being punished.  Hand tremors, palpitations, drenching sweats…just to name a few of the fabulous side effects that hit me like a giant wave about an hour after I take each dreaded pill.  UGH. 

Tomorrow I am supposed to go back to work on “light duty” for a few hours each day.  While still taking the terbutaline.  Heh.  I am thrilled to be getting out of bed and back to the OR, but definitely amused by the thought of it all.  First off- it’s not like I can safely operate like this.  The tremor in my hands alone is prohibitive.  Secondly, if I stand up for more than 5 minutes I start having contractions.  I seriously doubt that will change over night.  So now I am stuck with somewhat of a conundrum.  Go back to work and be minimally helpful (and risk going in to labor before I hit the 36 week mark), or stay home and keep burning my precious 12 weeks off.  What to do, what to do… 

Bryson says- “If you could only be half as cool as me!”