Two days ago, I started having lower back pain. I know that back pain is normal in the 3rd trimester of pregnancy, and I remember having it quite a bit at the end with Gabriel, so I didn't really think anything of it, except that it was an annoyance, and really quite painful, more so than I remember with the others. Yesterday, however, when I realized that this back pain was accompanied by contractions that came every time I got up and moved around, I started to get a bit concerned. I mean, I am only 32 weeks, and as anxious as I am to meet the little guy, he really needs to stay in there and cook up a bit more before he makes his foray into the great big world.
So, last night, after dinner and after the little guys went to bed, we left Elizabeth nestled on the couch with the phone at her side with the strict instructions to get in bed at 10, and Jimmy and I headed off to the hospital because I was having continuous contractions.
Without going through all the details, I will just say that the upshot of the whole thing was that I am 'doing too much' and if the contractions don't stop when I am moving around, well, then, I'll just have to stop moving around.
Hmmm...is that possible?
I was told that although the contractions are not strong, if they continue even as light as they are (they feel like Braxton Hicks, only they don't stop) they will eventually set off full labor, and it's not time for that.
I guess if it is necessary, it is do-able, but how does one just tell everyone 'Sorry. I'm out of commission for the next month or so.'? (That will bring me to 37 weeks.)
And how does one live? I mean, you know the old axiom, you don't work, you don't eat...well, I've been pretty hungry lately...
So, in my attempt to cut down on what I am doing, I stayed in bed til 8:30 this morning, (after climbing in at about 12:45) and am dutifully sitting with good posture at my desk.
And I am hydrating. But to hydrate, I have to get up and go upstairs to get water or whatever when I finish what I have, which can bring on contractions....
And what exactly is 'too much'? I mean, I don't FEEL like I am doing too much. I am living like any other mom who has a job and responsibilities. And I certainly did a lot more when I was pregnant with Jo. I worked as an overnight manager at a warehouse, driving the forklifts and up and down ladders for 10-12 hours a night.
Of course, she was only my second, and that was about 5 years ago.
(Does that mean I'm getting old?)
Anyway, the good thing about last night was this:
They did a sonogram just to see how the baby was and to see if I was effaced or anything yet, and it turns out that the baby is head down now! Great news!
In fact, he is SOOO far down that they had to put the reader thingy practically on my leg to see the top of his head.
So thanks for the prayers guys; they definitely worked and got him in place.
Now, just to keep him in there for a little while longer and to stop the contractions!