Fire Drill

So yesterday was interesting....we had our OB appointment in the morning with another non-stress test. It all went well ....as I posted!

Basically from the time we got home I started contracting pretty regularly. It went from uncomfortable to quite painful. Along with the contractions I had major low back pain that caused me to throw up it was so bad. This is what I had when I was in labor with Jack. I called my nurse a couple times and she said to keep an eye on things, do the whole "lie down, drink a gallon of water and take Tylenol" drill and then if it worsens to go to the hospital.

So...it got worse. My sweetie came home and loaded the car just in case and my Mom came over to watch Jack. We headed to the hospital while I was sobbing. The day before had been the worst day ever with Jack and the thought that THAT was my last full day with him made me cry. I was scared for these babies, and just not ready. But I had picked my new Siesta Scripture Memory Verse that morning and it happened to be....

"Don't worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need and thank him for all he has done" Philippians 4:6 NLT

So...I did just that.

We checked in and they hooked me up to all the fun monitors. I was contracting every 4-6 minutes and several of them were off the chart. My back was killing me. I kept drinking water and praying. She checked my cervix and the contractions were not causing me to dilate! YAY. So....I was monitored for a few more hours, changing positions, drinking water and praying. The doctor on call said that if I wasn't dilating and felt comfortable with that I could go home. The contractions slowed immensely and my back pain disappeared. She checked me one last time and no more dilation! Praise the LORD!

So....after 4 hours we headed home. What a relief. I know that God has His hand on me and my babies, I fully believe that they will be fine whenever they are born...whether they do have to go to the NICU or not. But I can't tell you how happy I was to come home, kiss my sleeping Jack's face and know that we would not be having the babies that night.

So...now I'm confined to my chair. My butt hurts from sitting, but I know this is what will keep them in longer. My Mom has been incredible, my husband...amazing. My friends....outstanding. I wish there were a proper way to thank them all. I have no words.

So...we did the fire drill. We passed. Now we pray they stay in there until the 10th. We pray and trust.

Pray for my sweetie. He's being full time Mom, Dad, housekeeper and Worship Pastor. He's exhausted and I don't blame him. He was supposed to go on one last "guy's night" last night...get out of the house and hang with his buddies....obviously that didn't happen.

Pray for Jack. He can tell something is up and he has been quite difficult. The kid is usually the easiest 2 year old I know. But the last several days have been trying for us as parents. He is STILL sick. That combined with the "mood" in the house, I know is a big factor. But it doesn't make things easier on us.

Pray for my babies. Pray they stay healthy and keep gaining weight and that their lungs are developed and that they STAY PUT!

Pray for me. I have so many stinking emotions going on right now I don't know what to do with them. I feel scared, excited, helpless, tired, sore, happy, thankful, frustrated etc.

We can't thank you enough for your prayers. We feel them and I know for a fact that's why I'm home today and still pregnant. So thank you.