Well, some of you know the difficulties we've had recently, but I thought post the details since you have been so sweet and caring and worried about us.
Two Sundays ago (March 27), I woke up with a lot of contractions. I had been having contractions pretty often this pregnancy, and my doctor was well aware of them and had me tracking them. Well, that morning, they started coming every 2-5 minutes. I had 22 in one hour! So, I called the doctor and she said to go right into Labor & Delivery. Fortunately, our good friends the Herndons were able to be here in five minutes to watch Owen, and Lou and I headed to the hospital. Once there, they hooked me up to the monitors, and gave me an injection of Turbuteline to try to stop then. Over the next hour, I was still having them, so I got two more injections. Still not helping. So, I got admitted and hooked up to a magnesium sulfate drip. No fun at all, as it makes you nauseated, dizzy and flushed. But, it helped slow them to about every 5-10 minutes. I also started receiving some injections of steriods which are used to help the baby's lungs develop faster in the event I have an early delivery. Those hurt like hell.
I ended up being in the hospital for four days while they got the contractions under control. The good news is that the contractions were not causing me to go into labor. I was sent home from the hospital that Wednesday on strict bedrest and on a medication called Procardia, which helps slow down contractions.
We were so blessed to have the help and support of our friends and family when this happened. Maggie watched Owen for us on Sunday, and then he went over to Rebecca's house Sunday afternoon and stayed there for two days. My mom came in town on Monday and stayed with us until Wednesday. She was a godsend - taking care of Owen, cooking and cleaning and basically handling everything for us while Lou stayed with me in the hospital. Last Friday, Lou's mom, Isabel, flew down to Savannah and will stay with us for the month of April. Our good friend, Wendy picked her up from the airport for us. It's been wonderful having her here.
This past week has been up and down. I had a great check up at the doctor on Tuesday. Things seemed to be going well, and I was feeling great. Then, on Thursday, totally unexpectedly, I starting bleeding. Within five minutes, Isabel had me in the car on the way to the hospital. Lou was already there and was waiting for me in the parking lot with a wheelchair. It was pretty sweet in a very scary moment. They immediately admitted me, and I bought myself another two days in the hospital. Fortunately, everything ended up being okay. We'll probably never know what caused it, but my OB believes it was bleeding from my placenta.
I'm still having contractions, but the bleeding has stopped. The doctor has put me on even stricter bedrest and I'm seeing her at least once a week. I'm a little over 30 weeks pregnant, and it's extremely important that I get to at least 32 weeks. Once I get there, I will worry about getting to full-term (37-40 weeks).
Being on bedrest is tough. Fortunately, I'm able to do much of my job remotely, and my work has been very understanding and supportive. Being able to work at home helps make the days go by faster, and it keeps my mind moving, allowing me to stay connected. But, the hardest part is not being able to do pretty much anything for Owen or the house. It is so very hard to watch Lou and Isabel do everything. Every diaper change, bath, bedtime, meal and chore has to be done by them. There are times when I'm laying in bed and I hear Owen crying and screaming, and it's torture to lay here and not be able to get up and go comfort him, or give Lou a hand. It breaks my heart. And then, there are the little things, like when my water bottle is empty and I need a refill. I feel silly calling my mother-in-law to have her do a mundane task like that. It's tough to ask for help all day long. The last thing I want to be is a burden.
But, even if I have it hard, I know that Lou has it harder. Not only is he the primary caregiver for Owen at home, but he has to get up at 5:00 every day to go into work, and many days he doesn't get home until 8:00 at night. I know this is challenging for him. He's constantly worried about me and the baby, worried about Owen, and getting very little sleep. Thank God Abuela Isa is here.
Our baby is safe right now, and growing strong and healthy. Owen is a happy, outgoing little boy (who has started sleeping in his new bed!). So, we have a lot for which to be thankful.
We would appreciate your continued prayers for this little one that I'm carrying. And, from the bottom of our heart, we thank you for your kind words, your offers of help, and the support you've given us!
Love,
The Saez Family