All of the days are starting to run together, and I like to look at things in terms of numbers sometimes just to put things in perspective.
Since this whole thing began:
6 - The number of nights I've spent in the hospital
2 - The number of nights I've spent without Mike there with me
3 - The number of times I've been through OB triage and not gone out the same day
15 - The number of OB appointments I've had to date
14 - The number of ultrasounds I've had to date
48 - The number of hours I've been on magnesium sulfate IV
4 - The number of terbutaline injections I've been given
2 - The number of steroid injections I've had for lung maturity
3 - The number of times I was given stadol to become oblivious to contractions
5 - The number of 4 hour doses of penicillin I've been given during labor
2 - The number of other maintenance tocolytic drugs I've taken after going home (ibuprofen and nifedipine)
241 - The number of days I've been pregnant (although 14 of those days don't really count!)
10 - The number of pounds I've gained this pregnancy (you'd think it would be more with sitting on my butt so much!)
Well, enough of that for now. I could go so many directions with it and it might get a little crazy and too TMI!
Anyway, today was an interesting, yet surprising day. I was at least able to sleep last night, which I really needed to get some after the previous night of sheer exhaustion. I was worried that the combination of being in the hospital, being overly tired, and my mind going in a thousand different directions would somehow mess with my sleep. I got semi-comfortable (as comfortable as one can get in a hospital bed, being sweaty from hormones and having an IV stuck in one hand) around 11:30pm, and tried to sleep. My brain didn't shut off at first, but luckily I was able to doze off until the nurse came in to do vitals around 1:30am.
Back to sleep, and the next thing I remember is another nurse in at around 5:30 to do vitals again. My eyes were playing tricks on me when I looked at the clock (I got the hands on the clock mixed up) and I thought it was 2:30 for some reason)...I even commented that it felt like I'd slept longer than I thought. I barely just dozed off and a resident came in (and she was asking all of the same questions...how far along were you with previous labors, blah blah blah). So I had to be a little coherent, and I couldn't go back to sleep for a little while. Finally I did get back to sleep (dozed off on my back, oddly enough...and under covers...I had suddenly gotten really cold!) and woke up right before 9am.
Breakfast came and eventually the new day nurse came in to do vitals and check to see if I might need monitoring again. She put me on the monitors while I was in (what felt like) a very weird position on my side. A little more than halfway through, Mike came with the kids! After the first hour, the nurse reported a contraction about every 10 minutes, and she went to page the doctor. Monitoring continued for a while after a bathroom break, and nothing dramatic changed after that point. Now was just time to wait for the doctor!
Right after lunch, Dr. Pottorff came, did another cervix check and I was still the same as I was the previous day (5-6cm, 70% effaced, bulging sac). It's been funny how it's bouncing between the 5 and 6, but she explained that as more of just being such a small difference at this point between 5-6 (but definitely not over 6!). The biggest surprise, though, was her letting me go home!
We talked about some of the major concerns, mostly trying to gauge how much I'd be able to take it easy (weekends are hard with the kids running around, pulling at me sometimes...weekdays are easier with daycare...I get more rest/sleep at home, and I'm less stressed out just being with Mike and the kids versus being in the hospital...I'm not as "secure" as I am in the hospital if something changes quickly...so on and so forth). So we came to the compromise that this week I'd keep my appointment at the office (happens to be on Monday, tomorrow), and they'd add extra NST's and monitoring twice a week, just to see how the baby was doing and to see how many contractions I was having. Those will likely just be in OB triage, so that actually reassures me that if they see something sketchy, all they have to do is run me down the hall.
Well, my bags will be packed each time (it's pretty much stayed packed), and I'm getting more secure with all of the different scenarios that could play out. Let's hope I keep that feeling of security!