Yesterday afternoon, Kent and I ventured to Fayetteville in search of dining room chairs to go with our new dining room table. While walking through Peir 1, I started to have contractions. They never hurt, but they were pretty consistent, so Kent and I decided to time them. Once we left Pier 1 we were headed to Bentonville to attend a meeting for Gateway. Before getting on the bypass we decided we better go home and put our hospital bag in the car just in case. When we arrived at our meeting destination, my contractions were very regular, in fact they were happening every 3-5 minutes. Our good friend Allen showed up for the meeting and eventually told us we should go to the hospital. Now, let me tell you, these contractions did not hurt at all, they were just a little uncomfortable that's all. I told Allen this and he said that his wife's never hurt in the beginning, but eventually did. So, with that being said Kent and I left the meeting a little early and headed to the hospital.
Kent and I have been attending prepared childbirth classes every Monday for the past 4 weeks and every week our instructor would remind us as to when we would indeed need to go to the hospital. She said that if your contractions were 3-5 minutes apart for an hour that you needed to go to the hospital. That is exactly what Kent and I did, except we waited 2-3 hours before going to the hospital. Anyway, when we got to the hospital, we checked in and were then brought into a labor and delivery room so they could monitor me. My blood pressure was a little high, so the nurse wanted to check it every 15 minutes for an hour. She also conducted a physical exam to see if I was dilating. Let me just tell you that 4 weeks ago, my dr. had informed me that I was starting to dilate. Well folks, I have not changed at all since then!!! So anyway, I was hooked up to monitor where we could hear my heartbeat and the baby's heartbeat for an hour. During that time I continued having contractions every 3-5 minutes but never once dilated any further. Needless to say, the nurse just said that I was having braxton hicks and needed to go home and drink more water. She said that this could be the start of labor or it could still be days before I actually go into labor for real.
I was so disappointed by this whole event. My wonderful husband tried to encourage me by saying nice things like, the baby will come when he is ready and so on. I know he was trying to help, but I couldn't contain my tears. We decided to go to the movies to get my mind off of the evenings event.
Here I am today, still pregnant and still no signs that labor is near. My official due date isn't until Monday, but I would love for him to arrive before then. I'm trying not to dwell on this situation, but it seems to penetrate my mind all the time!!
Hopefully the next time I blog it will be about me at the hospital having the baby instead of being sent home from the hospital empty handed.
Babies, babies everywhere...
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