limited activity

Nov 23, 2005 12:40

no one i know who has been pregnant recently has run into the problem i have now. i guess all of my bitching and whining about wanting it all to be over and "Is she done yet?" and "Get her the fuck out of me!!" has kind of turned against me, because now she really does want to get out, but no one else wants her out. why? because she's not done yet.

last tuesday i went to the doctor's office and then on to the hospital because i'd been having some really bad cramps and some bleeding. scary. so they strapped me to the bed (no, not quite,) but strapped a bunch of monitors on me, gave me an IV to get me more hydrated (IV's suck, by the way) and then decided that everything looked pretty good except for the fact that my cervix had dilated to about a centimeter and was thinning out. to those of you who don't know what that means: the cervix is what's holding this girl in, to put it simply, and it shouldn't open up at all until she's ready to come out, and this little plug that's opening up is about half as thick as it should be. not good. so they sent me home and told me to rest from now on. no more working, no more sex, no more exerting myself in any way. bedrest. "Limited Activity Bedrest" is the term they used.

so, okay, i thought. maybe this won't be so bad. i can finish that blanket i've been knitting, read a lot, catch up on general hospital, you know. rest. because it's not like i am going to get any rest once she's born, right?

then, on thursday it got kind of bad. i had a lot of back pain, i felt this uncomfortable (but not painful, i am glad to say) tightening in my stomach. "Uh, oh," my mom says. "Let's get you back to the doctor." So off to the OB we went, who promptly sent me back off to the hospital and got me back on the monitors where i got to see on screen my very first look at contractions. that's right, friends, i went into pre-term labor about seven weeks early.

no, this is not good. so they shot me up with this drug called terbutalene which stopped the contractions (yay!) - this drug, which, now in pill form, has become my best friend and worst enemy all in one. they sent me home with two weeks worth of it and told me to take it every time i felt a contraction until November 28th, at which point i will be 35 weeks along and at that point if i go into real labor than by god this child will be born early and there's not a damn thing to be done about it. so. i keep popping these little white pills every four to six hours or so, and though they do stop the contractions quite nicely they constantly make me feel, um, to put it bluntly: cracked out. i shake, my heart races, my teeth chatter, sometimes i sweat, and did i mention i shake? i mean really shake a lot, like an old lady, or maybe even... aha! a crackhead! yeah, that's it!

if i haven't mentioned it before...
THIS SUCKS!!!

so i just wanted to mention this in case you were all wondering why i suddenly quit both of my jobs and dropped off the face of the earth. if you'd like to reach me, i can be found... on the couch. do you miss me?? i miss all of you! come visit! call! write! send flowers... no wait, forget flowers. send chocolate!!

farewell until the next time i'm allowed on the computer...and happy Thanksgiving to everyone!!!
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