So we had kind of an exciting weekend. Not that we wanted it but it was. Friday I started to have some contractions but not more than usual so I didn't think much about it til about 11:30 that night. I was having them about every five minutes and they were pretty intense. I was having a hard time breathing through most of them. I kept having them every five minutes for two hours so I decided to wake Brian up. Of course, he freaked out. We called the hospital and they said to come in so we could be monitored. It was kind of funny because at first I don't think they thought too much about them because they weren't crippling me as I walked. But when they got me hooked up to the monitors, they could see that the contractions were coming every two to four minutes and that the baby's heart rate was lower then they would have liked. So they gave me a shot that was supposed to stop the contractions. They only got closer together and longer in duration. So they gave me some pills that were stronger. They did nothing so they gave me another dose. Again, nothing. So about an hour later they tried the shot again. By this point we had been in the hospital for about four hours and the contractions weren't getting any worse but they weren't any better either. So they just monitored me for the next three hours. They started to taper off for a while. At about 11:00 a.m. the on call doctor came in and told me very
reluctantly I could go home. She gave me some restrictions and told me to call if the contractions continued. Well, I didn't want to be there anymore so I wasn't complaining. Also when I first came in, they checked me and I wasn't dilated at all. About five hours later I was dilated to a one but I wasn't thinning out anymore so they decided it was going to be
ok. I've never been admitted to the hospital before and let me tell you, I am in no hurry to go back. It was impossible to sleep and the bed was very uncomfortable. The food was worse. Even Brian didn't like it and that says something. He'll eat anything. Anyway, the doctor gave me a shot of steroids to help Ethan's lungs develop in case he does come early. That one hurt. They gave me the second dose this morning and it was just as wonderful. But I am so grateful that our little one isn't here and that he is doing good. His heart rate went up after a couple hours so that was relieving. He is still moving like crazy so that's also a good sign. Hopefully, he'll stay where he is for the next eight weeks.
So we went to the Aggie game Saturday because we have season tickets. I know, the Aggies rock! So I went with the attitude that I wasn't expecting much but would enjoy it none the less. They played Idaho and I don't know who ranks lower, USU or Idaho. Well, it turned out to be quite an exciting game because they both weren't very good but against each other, it was a fair match. Idaho started out leading but we quickly caught up and beat them 42 to 17. It was awesome! And the fans behind us were great. We were sitting right behind the whole Idaho team and the people behind us were great hecklers! They were our entertainment the whole time. It was a lot of fun. We had two extra tickets so we brought Missy and her adorable little baby Abbi with us. Abbi is probably the most chill baby I've ever seen. She only cried once when she got scared at all the screaming, and I'll admit, it scared me too when they got so loud a couple of times. She is the best baby. SO CUTE! Anyway, that was our weekend of fun. Now its back to finishing the house, which we'll be in by tomorrow hopefully! I'll let you all know how it goes.
