November 27, 2007

• [mood | tired  ]
  [music| Zhang Xue You- 1000 sad reasons (oldie but goodie)]

  Whew…what a scare!

  Contractions are a bitch!  I am totally fearing labor right now. On Sunday night about 1:30 in the morning I started having contractions. At first it was just tightening in my tummy. I was like ok, this is weird but whatever. Then it started to feel like the mother of all cramps. I was like wtf is this?!? Plus I had backpain like you wouldn’t believe. Not your typical my belly and boobs are too heavy back pain, but like a dull one. Then the cervix pain came back. Weird. What the hell is this? Why does it feel like something is stabbing me in the cervix? Ugh!

  So instead of keeping Charlie up (who told me to take some tylenol and sleep   men!) I went to lay on the couch and read about pre-term labor. I tried drinking 1L of water and laying on my side, counting contractions. Damn, still 5 that hour. Fuck. So I call Kaiser (now 2:30am) and ask them what I should do. They tell me to lay on my side and count them, drink another L of water (btw this was my 4th L of water that day) and count contractions. So here I continue to lay on my couch, praying baby doesn’t come this early coz god knows I don’t want to deliver at Kaiser, and I was hoping my water doesn’t break on the couch lol. So at 3:30 I call back and tell her I had 4 in an hour, I can’t possibly drink any more water and the pain still hurts. She tells me ok, well you need to come into labor & delivery….great, just great.

  So what do I do? Charlie is sound asleep, won’t really wake up, so I drive myself to Kaiser in Anaheim (28 miles from my place).  Here I am speeding up the 5, talking to my mom on the phone, I fly by a highway patrol going 90+ thinking fuck it, I may be in labor lol, he flies by me going god knows how fast and I manage to get there where some lady puts me on a machine to monitor. Well this monitoring went on for hours. They decided I needed an IV—more fluids, as if 4L wasn’t enough? Isn’t that a freakin galon???  Then they keep checking. They want to give me something that makes the contractions stop—but they’re already decreasing to 3 an hour. She said once I reach 1-2 I can go home. I was there until like 8am—so tired, just in time to drive myself home in rush hour. And OMG is rush hour in LA horrific.  Good lord, where is everyone going at that hour??? I get home around 9am and pass out. Of course this whole time Charlie has woken up and wondered what happened to me–he ended up staying home.

  So here I am, at home, bored out of my mind. L&D wants me to rest at home til I see my OB (tomorrow). As if this doesn’t add to the stress—the reason I am having pre-term labor symptoms. Bleh

   

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