My First Hospital Visit

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.