Actually, yes, pain does hurt. It hurt A LOT.
It's been an interesting 24 hours for us. To sum up a long story, I woke up last night around 3am with the most intense back pain I think I've ever had. It was literally throbbing in my lower back and radiating around my waist like a clamp. The contractions were so strong I couldn't catch my breath. I had envisioned this moment for a long time, and was worried that if I ever woke up in labor, I would be sleepy or groggy. Nope. I was clear as day. I kept thinking to myself, "Crap...crap...not now. I don't want to have a baby tonight!"
I laid there for a good hour, trying to talk myself out of the pain and convince myself that I had just slept on my side funny. By 4am, I gently woke up Brian with the words no husband wants to hear: "Sweetie...don't panic, but I think I'm in labor." I have to give him credit, he handled it like a champ. He didn't freak out, he didn't jump out of bed screaming. He just simply smiled and said, "Oh really? Okay. What do you want me to do?" And then, best of all...he did it.
I started timing the contractions until I couldn't keep track of them anymore. By 4:25am, Brian suggested I take a shower and let the warm water try to relax the back cramps. After I had dried off, he brought me a warmed corn pillow (if you don't know what this is, you are totally missing out) and tucked me into bed. I thought maybe if I could fall asleep, the pain would go away.
And you know what? It did. I woke up at 7:30am to sunlight streaming through the windows and feeling as though I had just had the best sleep ever. No back pain, no contractions, just a warm comfortable bed and a baby still squarely where he should be.
Some may be wondering why we didn't head to L&D...quite frankly, if it were up to me, I probably would have gone. But I did have that Ffn test done last Monday which predicted I would not go into labor in the next 14 days (so it expires on 8/10). Not to mention, my last trip (trip #4, not #5) was so incredibly painful and invasive that I just didn't want to subject myself to that again if this wasnt' the real deal. It was a gamble, yes, but it paid off.
I had my fetal monitoring appointment this afternoon (another reason why I didn't go to the hospital) and let's just say, it was an epic fail. During the non-stress test, my contractions were appearing in lovely hill-y patterns with regularity and consistency.
Once the doctor came me (this is Dick Cheney, remember), he gave me the bad news: they are maxing out my medication to the highest level, must remain on bed rest past Saturday, and I also need to continue the meds until at least next Wednesday. He agreed that 35w5d is a great gestational age to reach, but he'd like to keep Baby B in until at least 36w...which is Saturday. Like, this Saturday. I kind of looked at him when he said this, and was like, "Is there a chance I might go into labor in the next 48 hours?" to which he replied, "Yes."
Well, that's interesting. And terrifying. And a whole bunch of other emotions.
I go in again tomorrow for yet another NST/BPP test. I also am taking massive doses of Procardia, which is what brings on those wicked headaches. All of that is fine/cool, as long as this child doesn't make his entrance too early. Based on what I gleaned from today's appointment, though, over-under is being set at next week, tops.
I'll keep you posted, but my goodness, this is surprisng news. Again, if you are the praying kind, send some over here just to ensure little Baby B is born healthy and hopefully not until after the 15th. Thanks.
And as a side note, where is my Emma Alert System when I need her? Like I said earlier, I've been counting on Emma to tell me when I'm in labor. Last night, she should have been meowing and trying to break down the bed room door. Nope - she was sleeping quietly downstairs. She's been especially cuddly lately, but I really had hoped for a little more from her.