I was getting blog posts ready the other night, you know, to get ahead, and I started writing my 38 week update post… because, well, appointments are pretty standard. I would go in for my last ultrasound to see the weight of the baby (and get the cute little 3d picture of her face) and then I would have my typical appointment after. I would take a cute ultrasound picture, write a post and move on. Here was my post:
AHHH. I cannot believe I just had my 38 week check-up and ultrasound today. In just two short weeks my second little girl will be here and I’m so excited. I’m running on little to no sleep, and I am SO TIRED and so uncomfortable — moving is literally exhausting at this point. You should see me try to get out of my bed… HAHAH. I’m at that stage where I’m totally ready for her arrival, BUT I really would love for her to stay put until 40 weeks because it’s just so much better for her 🙂
All of that is totally true, but here is what ended up happening:
If you know me, you know you haven’t seen me in a while. I literally never do anything anymore. I am so exhausted, my belly is so big and I’m so uncomfortable that getting Liv in and out of the car and into places is just so much work for me right now. But I’m trying to get more social and active because, well I’m going a little stir crazy. So I decided to meet a girlfriend of mine for brunch before heading to Target to grab a few last minute things for baby and of course, just to see what random things I can’t live without but probably don’t need when I walk into that magical place. I was in the car for less than an entire Beyonce song… pulled out of our subdivision, stopped at the red light to make a right turn onto 41 and someone just ran right into me. They apparently just ‘didn’t see me.’ I’m in a large SUV… stopped at a red light. But that’s fine. Because he hit me pretty hard, I called my doctor just to let her know and to see if I should come in or do anything and her nurse advised me to go the pregnancy ER at our hospital to have an ultrasound to make sure the placenta and baby were okay. I have to say, I was a little annoyed because a) I was realllllllly looking forward to the french toast I was going to share with Olivia and b) I had a whole list of productive things I was actually ready to get done that day. It was a start of a new productive me before Lyla’s arrival. But oh well~ that’s just not how the day was supposed to go. So Tim left work to bring me lunch and watch Livi while I headed to the ER with my mom to get checked out.
I guess it’s routine for car accident evaluations to be at least 2 hours, so I was ready for that, but after my ultrasound (which looked fine, baby and placenta were totally good), I was being monitored for another hour and I started having erratic contractions. Like crazy nonstop contractions, but not consistent and labor was not actually happening/progressing, so they hooked me up to an IV to try to space them out and they did slow down and calm down, but they didn’t stop. I was told that contractions like that after an accident can be a sign of the placenta tearing or placental abruption, so they were going to keep me overnight for evaluation and monitoring. This was NOT how this day was supposed to go. I was so upset and scared that I was about to go into labor with major complications. My mom left to go home quickly to pack her bag and bring me a phone charger (I mean, I left my house with my purse, wallet and phone, nothing else) and I started typing a very detailed list of items and where they are located in the house for Tim so he could back both mine and Lyla’s bag in case this turned into baby day. Of course, I had nothing packed. As I was typing my list, I realized the clothing and essentials part is pretty straight forward, but trying to explain to someone every skincare and makeup product AND the location of each was a very difficult thing to do… so I just put in the instructions “please just grab everything you see on the counter and in my makeup drawer” and was hoping for the best. I also realized that bag might be bigger than my actual hospital bag.
So I finally got up to my overnight room on the labor and delivery floor, ate my takeout from Chilli’s (always so thankful for Ashley’s Food Delivery), got hooked up to my monitors and the IV, turned on E! and tried to relax for the rest of the night (by this time it was like 10 p.m…… 7 hours since I checked in). The sleep was awful. The contractions never stopped. A doctor in my doctor’s practice (my doctor is out of town, of course) checked me at 7 a.m. and I was dilated 3cm, so they still didn’t know if I was going into labor or not, but luckily, they let me go home. I went to my already scheduled 38 week appointment and ultrasound, got to see my baby girl’s perfect little face and then 24 hours since the accident, I was finally freeeeee. I went to Morton’s Market, got all my favorite foods, took a shower, packed the bags (just in case) and my perfect husband took care of everything for me for the rest of the day so I could just nap. The contractions have since stopped (as of late last night) and if I can make it through this full moon/lunar eclipse stuff tonight, I’m hoping she’ll stay put for another 2 weeks… or at least until Sunday, because Tim is realllllly looking forward to seeing Dave Chappelle tomorrow night at Van Wezel 🙂
Now that I have the bags packed, I’ll do a post highlighting what’s in my hospital bag this time around (stay tuned for that, next week). And here’s a little sneak peek of her nursery:
P.S. Lyla looks SO much like Liv. It has been hard to really see her face in ultrasounds because of my anterior placenta, but we got one pretty good shot. The noses…omg. I literally can’t wait to meet her and kiss those perfect little cheeks and smell her heavenly little baby smell <3