Disclaimer: All of these posts are written in past tense because we cannot access blogger from the hospital's server. I am using my dad's laptop with his own portable internet connection to bipass the system. :)
Contractions are constant in this pregnancy. I can pretty much ignore them, although sometimes they get a bit harder than others. Usually getting in the bath tub helps them to subside.
Sunday morning, I was at my parents’ house before church because our internet wasn’t working. I was having a bunch of contractions, but drank a lot of water to try to get rid of them. I headed on to church, trying to ignore those nagging pains.
Strangely, something is different just kept running through my head. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew that something would happen today.
During church, something definitely changed. I went from being able to ignore the high, annoying contractions to losing my breath on the low, long ones. These were different. I started timing them, but Matt told me to stop because I was stressing myself out. I know my body and just had a feeling that something was different this time.
After church, Matt planted me in a chair and asked our friend Steven to follow us home so that he could bring Matt back to get his car—so that I wouldn’t have to drive. Matt felt like these contractions were brought on by stress and that I would feel better once I got home.
About halfway to our house, the contractions were coming hard and I made the decision. I wanted to go to CMH. If nothing else, they could tell me to go home and stop worrying.
That’s not what they said at all!
Contractions are constant in this pregnancy. I can pretty much ignore them, although sometimes they get a bit harder than others. Usually getting in the bath tub helps them to subside.
Sunday morning, I was at my parents’ house before church because our internet wasn’t working. I was having a bunch of contractions, but drank a lot of water to try to get rid of them. I headed on to church, trying to ignore those nagging pains.
Strangely, something is different just kept running through my head. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew that something would happen today.
During church, something definitely changed. I went from being able to ignore the high, annoying contractions to losing my breath on the low, long ones. These were different. I started timing them, but Matt told me to stop because I was stressing myself out. I know my body and just had a feeling that something was different this time.
After church, Matt planted me in a chair and asked our friend Steven to follow us home so that he could bring Matt back to get his car—so that I wouldn’t have to drive. Matt felt like these contractions were brought on by stress and that I would feel better once I got home.
About halfway to our house, the contractions were coming hard and I made the decision. I wanted to go to CMH. If nothing else, they could tell me to go home and stop worrying.
That’s not what they said at all!
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