There are some things we can’t control, like blizzards and 13 inches of snow piled up in the driveway on a day like today. At the end of it, I’m looking back on the last 12ish hours and I have to laugh–there’s no other way to wrap this one up.
At 8:30 this morning, while Jason was out shoveling the driveway, I was inside, feeling a little funny and presuming that the sensations I was having would quickly pass. Two hours later, I was online checking and re-checking Braxton Hicks vs. regular contraction symptoms and getting nervous that my 5-minute apart cramps were a little more than I should bargain for at 27.5 weeks pregnant. Sooo, I called Dr. Mom, who said to call the doctor, and we went from there. The on-call doc asked if we were able to get the hospital (we live a block away:), and I assured her that we would be able to make our way. In the meantime, Jason was knee deep in snow and budding a soon-to-be-high fever. Yep. Today was a bump in the road.
Thank goodness for good friends and our close proximity to the birth center–we arranged a ride from someone whose car was already free and arrived at the hospital just before 11am. I was feeling a little better, but still nervous about the weird symptoms and persistent low back pain. I’d spent some time praying and contemplating “what-ifs,” but more than anything, I just wanted to stay practical about the way things were going. We were admitted to the birth center, hooked up to monitors and taken care of to the utmost degree. While we waited, we gave Baby K a pep talk about making him or herself comfortable for another 12 weeks before deciding to join us here in the world. I think we came to an agreement.
Jason was a trooper while feeling terrible, and made sure to be a great support despite how he was feeling. Over the course of a few hours, some simple tests and a visit with the doctor, we were sure that baby would be staying put for the time being. We made our way home to a freshly snow-plowed driveway (thanks, Jen and Dave!), the couch (for me) and our bed (for J). Given instructions to rest and hydrate, naps were the order of the afternoon–for the whole family. We’ve since managed some soup and crackers for dinner and are both back to our respective posts to lay low before heading to bed for the night. I am, of course, worried about J’s fever, and he’s worried about me and the babe. We make a very entertaining pair!
In retrospect, the day could have been far more interesting. We might have both been at work when all of this transpired or the baby could have had a different plan. (There are probably other scenarios I won’t take the time to dream up at this particular juncture.) We’ll certainly have a great story to share with the little one someday about the blizzard of 2011, and I’m sure we’ll always laugh with one another as we “remember when.” For now, I’m still navigating strange pains this evening (but not worried) and Jason is (hopefully) on the mend upstairs. Baby is kicking and moving around as usual, which makes me happy, and I’m so thankful for the kindness of friends, neighbors, generous co-workers and the attentive hospital staff who loved us through the day.
Blizzard or bumps or both, it’s good to have perspective. I’ll sleep well tonight, I’m sure