This week was interesting. One planned trip to Labor and Delivery, and one unplanned. While I want to focus on my planned trip, first I’ll give a quick update on why I went into L&D on Monday night.
On Sunday night I noticed that Bo was not moving well. I had been busy all day, but I realized I couldn’t remember the last time I felt her. When I was resting on the couch, I started to get nervous because she wasn’t doing anything. I also noticed that my dog, Dug, was following me everywhere and sleeping on my stomach. His attention reminded me of how he was when he sensed that Jack had died.
I told myself that I was fine, and I felt her finally give a few kicks when I laid down to go to bed. When I woke up on Monday morning I still felt off. She wasn’t doing her usual morning wakeup kicks, so I started to poke around my stomach. I finally got a few response kicks back, but it worried me that she wasn’t doing it on her own. I told myself that I’d see how the day went and then I’d go. After work I drank some orange juice and laid down—for an hour I felt nothing, but I was having contractions. I decided that was my cue to go in.
It turns out that I was starting preterm labor. When you have contractions, it can kind of corner the baby, making them less active. Bo was fine and healthy, but wasn’t able to move while the contractions were happening. They discovered that I am already dilated and that my body was having fairly frequent, small contractions. They gave me a shot to stop the contractions, and for now everything is fine.