Just a quick post to let everyone know that things seem to have settled down over night. Thank goodness.
I haven’t had any painful contractions or any blood/bleeding this morning whatsoever.
Fingers crossed that everything stays this way!
Naughty baby.
So you know, we were doing really well.
I had stopped stressing; we had gone back to discussing ‘when the baby comes in January’ rather than ‘if I’m still pregnant for Christmas’ and I was content that the little one was going to remain where he belongs.
Then I spent 2 hours having painful contractions today. Sure they weren’t that regular and I could still talk through them, but they were happening and they were painful.
But I figured, as long as we don’t see any blood and they stop, we’ll be fine. I rested, I drank lots of water and they stopped.
Then I started to see small amounts of blood streaked mucus. (Only very small amounts of blood mind you)
It’s fine though, because now the contractions have stopped.
[Aside from the one right after dinner, where I had to breathe and concentrate and just ignore Amy screaming at you, because breathe dammit. The good thing? It wasn’t followed by any others]
So random painful contractions and a little staining. Can we say stress?
Now before you start to worry, I’m not in labour. I’m probably not even in prelabour.
This is exactly what happened a fortnight ago when I headed to the hospital and look what happened. I spent 3 days there without even a baby to show for my efforts!
[Thank god]
[And a fortnight ago I wasn’t having any kind of painful contractions; any I had didn’t hurt, but details details.]
To be fair though, we did spend yesterday doing alot of stuff. Sure I didn’t lift anything, or carry anything or even do that much, but we walked lots and I pulled all the weeds out of my garden (slowly; relaxingly; grumblingly) and we were busy. So I suspect that doing too much *may* just bring this kind of thing on. (We were quite busy the day before this happened last time too)
So here we are again. Waiting and watching to see what happens. Resting lots to make sure that I’m not putting any stress on myself. Drinking enough water to float a small boat. All the things I should be doing.
It’s just – I didn’t want to have to be doing this again, you know? One bout of stressing about preterm labour is MORE than enough to see me through to January thankyouverymuch. This baby has already sent me more than grey enough and he isn’t even here yet.
It’s enough to make me realise that I really don’t need anything to go wrong. I want this pregnancy to go full term and to deliver a healthy baby more than anything right now. Dammit, it took us long enough to actually fall pregnant, it should all get to be smooth sailing after we saw those 2 pink lines.
Sigh.
Let’s just get through this again and everything will be fine. 27w1d so far. Still far too early for this.
And don’t worry, if it continues or if I feel we need to, I will head on down to the hospital to make sure everything is okay. At this point in time it has been a few hours since I had any kind of contraction to speak of and I *think* the slight staining is settling down. We’re going to see how I go overnight.
I had an antenatal appointment with my midwife yesterday.
We spoke about last weekend and about the chances of premature labour.
She is satisfied that all the issues I had last weekend were caused by the infection I had and were therefore unlikely to repeat. She is happy to continue seeing me in the KYM2* scheme and doesn’t think that I need to be upgraded to the high risk clinic.
Can we get a woohoo over here?
I really really didn’t want to be seeing the doctors for the remainder of my pregnancy. I really wanted to continue seeing the midwives, if for no other reason than there is NO WAIT TIME for your appointment, as opposed to a wait time of 45mins+ in the clinics.
Phew.
I am back to measuring small for dates, which is very reminiscent of my pregnancy with Amy. We discussed it and have decided that that is probably just how my body will always be. (I measured 23cm at almost 26w4d, that makes me just about a month behind)
We know from last Monday that the little boy is healthy and happy in there, even if on the ultrasound he was measuring behind for dates. But again, very similiar to what happened with Amy. With Amy, we were told to expect a 5lb baby and she was 7lb6oz. So not stressed.
But oh my word, I cannot imagine how huge I would be feeling if I was actually measuring to dates! I know I am much bigger this time around, simply because my belly is poking out, rather than hiding back near my backbone somewhere.
Hehe.
We’re getting there.
*KYM2 = Know Your Midwife group 2. My hospital runs various forms of antenatal clinics. One of them is the KYM and KYM2 schemes, where you are seen by a group of 4-6 midwives during your pregnancy provided everything is well.
I have comment fatigue.
You know what I mean. It’s where you are reading great blog posts, but trying to find something to comment that sounds the same inside your head AND in type is just too hard.
I’m always a little worried that what I type won’t come out the same way as I thought it. Maybe because things don’t have the same sound when you are reading them, as when you are writing them?
Who knows.
So I don’t comment.
I read and I think and I want to add something, but the simple act of adding my opinions to the (sometimes many) opinions that are already there is just too big a job.
And sometimes I worry that I will say something jokingly and it will be taken the wrong way and then someone will get all offended and I’ll have to explain myself, all the while getting more stressed about leaving comments and then things will just degenerate into a cycle of run of sentences and I will have to shut up and stop commenting for good.
Or maybe I’m just tired.
With a tendency to overthink things.
Sigh.
So if you haven’t had a comment from me for a while, it isn’t necessarily that I’m not reading, it’s simply that I cannot find the energy to add anything to the discussion. Sometimes I want to comment and just let people know that ‘Hi, I’m here reading you. I support what you’re saying’ but how do you say something like that without sounding weird.
Surely I’m not the only one who gets comment fatigue.
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I’m having a bit of a CFS crash and burn at the moment. The antibiotics I am on, coupled with being home after hospital and my crappy immune system has knocked me for a six. Concentrating is hard, I am physically and mentally spent and everything is achey like I have the flu.
I know a few more days and I will bounce back and be fine, but until then, you can find me underneath my rock pretending that my panadol are lollies and that the world doesn’t exist.
Failing that, you can probably find me outside in the sun with a book, watching Amy play. Luckily she has been easy going lately.
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But seriously, this post was meant to be about comment fatigue. Do you find it hard to comment sometimes? Is there any blog in particular that you feel out of your depth on?
And still very much pregnant.
After a big scan this morning, the doctors have determined that everything is fine. My cervix is still nice and long and closed, with no funneling. The baby is active and growing well and my placenta is healthy and away from my cervix.
They have no idea what caused me to lose the mucus plug, but they suspect that it was the infection that I had.
I’m not on bedrest, just ‘light’ rest. IE: I get to have Nathan do all the lifting of the washing baskets and the vacuuming.
The baby flipped head down while I was in the hospital, so I can officially stop complaining about feet in my bladder. My entire belly has dropped too, so I can almost breathe properly again.
I have been told to be extra vigilant and to ring the hospital if there is anything going on that doesn’t feel right.
You have no idea how pleased I am to be home. I’m tired (hopsital isn’t exactly the most restful place, heh) and strung out and CANNOT wait for bedtime tonight.
As I write this, Amy is having a tantrum because THINGS AREN’T WORKING RIGHT (think she’s been stressed too?) and Nathan is cooking tea. Gotta love that man.
Thanks so much to Mum who updated my blog and also to everyone who commented and thought of me. You have no idea how much it meant to me to come home and see all my emails. I’m still trying to work my way through them!
You guys are awesome.