The night before Jared came home, I started to have some pretty intense Braxton Hicks contractions. I get them often and I've had them since about twelve weeks, so it doesn't normally worry me, but these were strong enough to keep me awake that night. And then the next day they seemed to just get more intense and more frequent despite my water-chugging and (mostly failed) attempts to "put my feet up." Because I have a toddler, remember?!
So when Jared finally walked in the door around 5:00pm that day, after having been gone for a month and just driving for three hours, he walked in, timed my contractions for me, and then forced me to relax, eat some dinner, and then eventually go to L&D just to get checked. Because going into REAL labor at 29 weeks would be less than ideal. Obviously.
So I reluctantly changed into some yoga pants, grabbed my cell phone charger and my bag, and off I went, while Jared was left behind to clean up dishes and chase Clark around. I got to the hospital, walked up to L&D and within about five minutes, I was wearing a gown and laying on the bed getting monitors strapped on my belly.
And now here's the thing. Just as I was opening my granola bar to snack on and the nurse was bringing me my second giant cup of ice water, I realized how amazing this entire situation was turning out to be. I was most likely only dehydrated-something Jared and I already figured was the problem. And yes, they gave me an IV for fluids.
I got to spend two hours lounging in a dimmed room, laying in a bed doing absolutely nothing while wearing slippers and a gloriously comfortable hospital gown. I got to eat my snacks I packed, read my Nook that I had thoughtfully brought along, and listen to my baby's heartbeat the whole time. Which is heavenly. Because it turns out when you are pregnant with your second baby, you spend WAY less time focusing on the actual baby while you are pregnant because, quite frankly, the first baby is an attention hog. So to lay there and just hear the new baby's heart for awhile was sweet.
And then I called Jared to tell him I was fine and see how he was faring, and he was still doing dishes. Trying to wrestle Clark into the bathtub. He apparently had a pile of dog vomit waiting to be cleaned up, and bedtime was quickly approaching. And as I hung up the phone, I realized that this little trip to L&D was heavenly. It was basically a little staycation-just me and new baby- and I loved it. EVERY SINGLE RELAXING SECOND.
So I asked the nurse for another blanket and some graham crackers (please!), and I snuggled in and read three more chapters of my book. Had one little test to confirm I was okay, finished my fluids, and was sent home.
Twently minutes later, I walked into a clean, quiet house and basically IT WAS THE BEST NIGHT EVER.
(PS: Standard for the win. Again.)