An Explanation of the Last Few Days

This is post #200!!

I planned on making it something super exciting...

but, current events decided to change that.

Someone told me today that Abby better be a lot better baby outside of me than she has been inside of me, it made me laugh.

So here's my story.

On Sunday night I was super tired and went to bed early, but thought nothing of it,

I got up Monday and decided to go walking with my friends at the mall.

In the winter time that is where we walk to get our exercise, in the morning before all the stores open. It's a lot of fun and I didn't get to walk with them outside all summer because of all the problems with the pregnancy and by the time those were over I didn't think it would be possible for me to push Emma up the hill to get home after the walk! So it's been a long time is what I'm getting at.

Anyway, we went walking and had a good chat. After that I got some good deals on Halloween stuff for next year and some fun dress up stuff for Emma. And then we went grocery shopping.

We finally got home and Emma and I took a LONG nap because we were both worn out and then we got up and went to Emma's music class (we signed her up for a Kindermusic class, which she LOVES).

Anyway, then we picked Logan up from school on our way home and hung out and relaxed together. It was a pretty good evening until I started to feel sick to my stomach. And then my back started to hurt really bad. I took some zofran, which helped NOT AT ALL and sat on the couch and tried to relax. Eventually I had a melt down and cried and Logan was the best husband ever and calmed me down. Anyway, a little after that I sprinted to the bathroom and threw up. I felt TONS better and even my backache felt a lot better after that. So I ate a little and drank some and then went to bed. In the middle of the night Emma woke up hungry (she was awake for two hours before I realized why she wouldn't go back to sleep) so I gave her a leftover scone from dinner and sent her back to bed where she went right to sleep (gotta love not being able to fully understand her yet :)

Anyway, in the morning I didn't feel great, but I figured I would probably be fine... but no, about an hour after I got up I threw up again. And then proceeded to be sick throughout the day. Emma refused to nap, but fortunately my neighbor Ashlee (one of the awesomest people in the world) watched Emma while I took a short nap. Then Logan came home and took care of us. Husbands that have the patience and energy to come home from school and take care of their sick wife and play with their child non-stop til bedtime deserve a lot of kudos. Anyway, then he took Emma to basketball (he plays Tuesday nights with a bunch of guys from the ward) so I could relax and rest. I thought then that I was doing a lot better but I got sick again and then got worried cuz I hadn't been able to keep anything down all day, mostly worrying me was the liquids. So Logan found a babysitter for Emma and he took me to the hospital about 9:30pm.

We went into the ER and they sent us right up to labor and delivery. They got me in really quick (thank goodness because there was a wait in the ER...). Anyway, they hooked me up to monitors and such and we discovered that my braxton-hicks contractions were REALLY regular, about every 3-5 minutes apart. The nurse got really concerned and they ended up giving me numerous shots to stop the contractions. I loved the nurse I had, she was super down to earth and blunt. Made me rethink everything I had done that day (I wasn't very smart-Logan had insisted earlier that day that I call my doctor and I refused-he wasn't very happy with me). Abby was super active during the whole experience, and she still is, I think she's just been trying to keep me reassured that she's fine in spite of everything.

Anyway, they finally got the contractions to stop, I had two liters of saline put into me, and they checked me to see if I had dilated at all-I was a one, not effaced at all. So they gave me a prescription for meds to stop the contractions when/if they came again and sent me home (on bedrest-at least for a little while).

Anyway, we picked up Emma (a big shout out to our home teachers-the Gees-even though they will probably never read this- for putting her sleep and taking care of her) and got home around 2am. We collapsed into bed.

I didn't sleep well, Emma didn't sleep well, and therefore... Logan sort of didn't sleep well. Emma woke up crying at like 4am and I sent Logan in to calm her down. I woke up two hours later and he was asleep on the floor next to her bed. I woke him up and told him he could probably go back to our bed now and he did. In the morning... he didn't remember doing any of it :)

Anyway, this morning I woke up with a huge headache, the kind you get when you are dehydrated, that seriously mimics a migraine when bad enough. I took some tylenol, gotta love the choices when you're pregant... anyway, it didn't do ANYTHING. So I was super miserable for a few hours, but good neighbors, friends, and a great husband, helped me out. My head hurt and my back hurt so bad I wanted to curl up in a ball and die. I was also having contractions again (about 6 an hour) before I took the meds, which stopped them. I was finally able to take some more tylenol and Logan rubbed my back where it had been hurting... and somehow, magically, I was able to fall asleep. It wasn't a long nap, but it seemed to work wonders. I felt a lot better when I got up.

My mom came to pick me up and I came to IF to stay with my parents, so they could take care of me, and take care of Emma. Logan did a great job, but he has school, and I couldn't take him away from that for long before we saw not-so-good consequences. Anyways, I've been feeling a lot better and have been finally able to eat some food. I appreciate all of the love and support I've felt as I've struggled through the last couple of days. It's nice to know that I have friends and family that will always be there for me.