Crazy Daizy

I had my first doctors appointment at the hospital at our new duty station. It’s a rather unique facility that includes a player piano right there in the center of the building. Monkey likes it and says “The ghost is playing the piano.” Anyway, last Friday I was sitting on the floor playing with Monkey and her alphabet zoo, I stood up to get something and my pants were soaking wet. I changed my clothes and again, more fluid, then the seriously painful contractions started and the ripping pain in my pelvis. I thought, Ok, I’ll just wait it out, I’m sure it’s fine. I realized at this point I had not felt the baby move in some time and that was very unusual. So, I made Monkey and myself some lunch hoping it would kick start Baby K. Nothing. I decided maybe I should call Hubby, so I did, and his response was to call an ambulance. Umm, no thanks, I’ll be alright, I’ll take a shower and call you back if things don’t get better. I shower, there’s still fluid, still having contractions, still no movement. Hubby comes home and finds me in tears. I’m terrified that something has happened to my baby and am afraid that he is mad at me for disrupting his day (he’s not, but I’m hormonal). I called the Labor and Delivery unit at the hospital and in between crying fits explained what was going on. I was told to come in, so we loaded up in the car, drove over there, and spent the next five hours trying to figure out what was happening to me. Don’t ask me how far apart my contractions are I’ve been too busy crying and playing the what if game to time them and how many have I had? Well, I don’t know, again too busy worrying that something horrible has happened to my baby, so I really haven’t been counting them. How about I just say a lot and I’m in a great deal of pain, please fix it! They hook me up to a monitor and Thank God, the baby has a great heart beat (I guess she was just napping, thanks a lot Baby K, you could’ve kicked or turned once in a four hour time period.) They picked up the contractions (well I wasn’t making them up) and then tried to figure out the mystery fluid as I have come to call it. After being poked and prodded they decide it’s not amniotic fluid and it’s not an infection. Ok, what is it? Why are my pants getting soaked on a regular basis? Well, it could be urine. Ok, hold it right there, I am thirty years old, I know when I have to pee, and I am most certainly not peeing on myself throughout the day. Talk about making an already very hormonal woman cry some more. Anyway, eventually they let me come home with instructions to rest and hydrate. Uh huh, the majority of my day is spent sitting anyway, since we have NOTHING to do and if things get worse to come back. Well, alrighty then. Over the weekend I still leaked the mystery fluid, I still had contractions, this time accompanied by some bleeding. Oh joy! Today at the doctor I told my provider all of this (except for the bleeding part, because really I didn’t think it would do any good) and she decided to run the same tests they ran Friday. Nothing. Although this time I was told that the contractions were causing some changes to my cervix. Could be urine she says. Not again, I have told you people (in my head) that I am NOT peeing on myself. Her advice? Yes, you guessed it, rest and hydrate and if the contractions get stronger or I have more problems come in. No thanks, I’ll just wait.
I am concerned about the mystery fluid because, well, it’s a mystery and I had a similar thing happen when I was pregnant with Monkey at about the same point in my pregnancy. I ended up in the hospital with an infection that could have been fatal to both of us had they not treated it as quickly as they did. I really don’t want to go there again!
I was told by the midwife in L and D that if I had pre term labor symptoms with my first pregnancy (which I did, it required shots to keep Monkey in) that I’d probably have them with this baby. Great.
Then there is the issue of my low lying placenta. I was supposed to have an ultrasound at 30 weeks, but we were traveling, so I assumed they would schedule it pretty quickly after we got here, I mean it is written in red ink on my chart. But no, not even a mention of an ultrasound. Hopefully it has corrected itself or someone that looks over the OB charts will notice the bright red instructions or maybe I just need to call and mention it to someone. I have to go in Friday for a glucose test. I pray that it is alright. I am a little irritated, tired of my clothes being soaked by the mystery fluid, tired of having contractions, and just uncomfortable. Only eight more weeks to go. Eight Weeks!
On a high note, Baby K’s heart rate was 153 today, which is excellent and I have gained a pound!