Really? Why Now?

Why do things have to change?  I like routine, makes me feel safe and comfortable.  I was just fine having uneventful and magical pregnancies.  Why does this pregnancy have to be any different?  Why is there always a trouble maker in the group :)

So, I was just starting to feel like my old self when one morning out of the blue I began to feel some mild cramping.  "Braxton Hicks," I thought and dismissed the feeling.  After sending the kids off to school, hubby came in from a 24 hour shift, and we were planning on a quiet day together.  However, I continued to cramp, so I went to lie down.  I did all the clichéd things: empty bladder, drink water, lie on left side, but nothing seem to really work.  I fell asleep and by the time the kids came home from school, I felt better.  I showered and my afternoon chaos began.  I went over paperwork, listened to all kinds of funny stories, and started to help with homework when I felt the cramping again.  I ignored it for a little while, but then they got stronger.  My husband told me to lie back down and he took over. He let me relax and even cooked dinner that evening.  By the time he called me to eat, the contractions were stronger and coming closer together.  I decided to call my midwife, and she, of course, was on vacation :)  The doctor on call told me to come in.  I insisted on driving myself to the hospital thinking that it was no big deal.

No big deal turned out to be contractions which were noticeable on the TOCO monitor and no big deal was also a positive Fetal Fibronectic Test.  Needless to say that they kept me for "observations."  After a few hours of some very strong contractions they decided to admit me!  They kept me for a total of six days and tried to force me to take all types of meds which were outrageously uncalled for and which I refused!  I only consented to a round of antibiotics (in case the contractions came from an unknown infection), to Terbutaline, and Indomethacin which are used to stop contractions.  These meds worked just fine after 3 days, but they thought they should run my insurance just a little extra.  Boy, I had to fight my way out of that hospital.  Some doctors can really be overbearing.

Since my release I've been on bedrest, that is another post of its own.  Bedrest is not easy, especially for someone who is use to being active.  I will write more on that later!