My updates have not been that much fun this entire pregnancy now have they? It’s without a doubt that this pregnancy has been the most difficult. I blame myself for all of the baby talk prior to getting pregnant, I LOVED being pregnant with the boys and their pregnancies were so smooth and enjoyable. Challenges keep coming up what seems to be like every week. Each week we count our lucky stars that everything is okay, and each day our anxiety and worry grows for this pregnancy. It’s not exactly ideal, but of course we feel fortunate that everything is working out so far.
We had such a fun small birthday party for Brody Saturday, and in the evening, per usual, my braxton hicks kicked up and would not let up for about 4 hours. They do this a few times a week, so I just let them pass and went to bed. I woke at 5am to stomach pain and bathroom breaks back to back – and I knew I had gotten hit with a flu bug. I couldn’t get off of the couch, or even drink a sip of water without my stomach killing me. So the doctor on call wanted me to come in to receive fluids, easy peasy.
Well, wouldn’t you know while we were there the contractions picked up, except for this time around they were every 2-3 minutes and relentless. So we came in for one thing, and the attention was drawn to getting this contractions to slow down. Oh, when words like preterm labor and such get thrown around at 31 weeks, its the LAST thing you want to hear.
The boys were so good, sat and watched mom while Dan kept them occupied for a few hours there. Brody kept asking what would happen if “babys name” were to come now, Oy. Thats a loaded question. I swear this entire pregnancy has been a true test to me being off of my anxiety medicine. It’s like god is waving down at me saying “You think you’ve got it under control Abby? TRY THIS!” ah!
After 4 hours, they decided it was time to give me the shot of terbutaline to stop the contractions. The doctor was so sweet, and said she’d feel better sending me home knowing if I had it in me. Little man kicked the monitor off in the mean time and they decided to give it 10 more minutes and another bag of fluid started, and by pure luck the contractions started to taper further in between. So, no shot was needed and we were sent home. If they pick up again like that today, or days following, she said we’ll be getting the shot right away. Which is just fine with me, we need this little guy in here as long as possible!
It’s definitely been difficult to get in that fun nesting mode, and sweet feelings of the babys arrival becuase each week we’ve been thrown a curveball that keeps our adrenaline high and our worries even higher. This morning, still feeling sick – Brody woke up with a high fever so I am sure I am spreading the flu love to him too. Fingers crossed it passes quickly for him, because we all know what can follow after a flu with him.
SO. While I just want to stick my middle finger up to this Monday and curse the skies for this wicked streak of badluck these past few months, I’m going to count my lucky stars.
We are finishing the nursery these next two weeks, and we have boxes upon boxes of items we’ve purchased to put together. Trust me, we are all over the moon over here about his impending arrival. I think we are just greedy and wanting a free pass so that the rest of the pregnancy/delivery/life after will be smooth sailing. Ha. I know, we’re the Thome’s nothing comes easy.
Sweet baby boy, you stay put for at LEAST 5 more weeks. Get plump and get ready to join in on all of our fun! xoxo