Last night was interesting.
I got home from work and realized that I had not felt my sweet baby move all day long. Or did I? Was I so busy that I just didn't feel her at all? I couldn't even remember feeling her kicks in the morning, which I normally do. Then, I normally get home from school and feel her as I sit on the couch and relax for a few minutes.
I felt absolutely nothing.
So, I made myself a nice, big, sugary, smoothie, and I even added whipped cream on top. Surely, that would rock the boat and get her moving, right?
I waited an hour. Within that hour I called my sister-in-love, Kesh, who's an experienced mommy of two. She said she'd remembered days like that while being pregnant, but to wait and see how I feel in an hour. If I wasn't feeling comfortable about it, then call the doctor.
I knew all this. But, I needed the affirmation from someone with experience.
She still hadn't moved.
I broke down and called the doctor. I got the answering service. The doctor called me back within 10 minutes. She told me that if it was abnormal not to feel her for that long, she wanted me to go to l&d and get checked out and put the baby on the monitor.
I called Declan at work, and burst into tears, scaring the crap out of the poor man. I couldn't help it. The worst was going through my mind, even though I tried really hard to push it all away.
He got home quick, and off we went...and he prayed over me and the baby in the car on the way there. I had a feeling everything was going to be just fine.
Other then getting somewhat lost at the new layout of our fancy hospital remodel, and not knowing how to put on the dang hospital gown...we got into a room quick and smooth and had our little chica looked at in no time.
She was fine, and her heartrate was picked up right away. It was anywhere between 135-152...and it figures she started doing flips and kicks and somersaults, to you know, show off. "I just really love to scare you Mom and Dad!"
Gee, thanks kid.
The good thing about the whole trip was that we figured out that I am indeed having contractions already. I actually had a sneaky feeling I was, it explains the tightness in my belly at times and the pain in my back that comes and goes in waves. They put me on the monitor, and indeed-contracting.
So, they didn't seem too worried and told me that I need to be drinking about 3x the water to keep the contracting from getting stronger. I can also blame my career and the whole being-on-my-feet all day thing.
I guess that was a wake-up call, since I thought I had been drinking plenty. Apparently not. They want me in the loo more times then out in the real world all day long, apparently.
I'll do anything to protect that sweet one...and I can thank her later for my amazing familiarity with all the toilets in the tri-state area.
After about 2 hours, a hungry husband, a healthy (praise God) baby, and an exhausted me--we headed home.
...and all is well.