Going to the doctor was, sadly, the highlight of my week when on bedrest. It gave me the chance to get out in the world, breath fresh air and see how my babies were doing. I did this every week for the 6 1/2 weeks I was on bedrest. The appts went well, I usually had an ultrasound and always had new , good information to go home with...yes, the babies were growing, no I did not need to go to the hospital for bedrest.
Well, by the time I had been on bedrest for 6 1/2 weeks I was huge!!! I always said I wanted to go to my doc appts alone b/c I wanted the freedom of being able to drive, see the world etc. That week I seriously did not think my belly would fit behind the wheel of the car anymore. In addition, sitting up for a long time was getting REALLY uncomfortable! So, my sweet mother said she would drive me. I laid down in the back seat of the car as she drove me to the appt.
I waddled up to the office and went through the appt as usual. I told the doctor I was having a bit of "tightness" so he said he wanted me to go to the hospital to be monitored for contractions. So, back in the car I went...my mom drove me to the hospital where I went to the L and D foor for tests.
They strapped these obnioxious belts around me to monitor the babies heartbeats and my contractions. Then, told me I need to wear them for 2 hours! OMG! (Mind you at this time is was near noon and this pg woman was starving!!! no food they said!)
My sweet mother sat with me and helped me pass the time. The results were in and they were calling my doctor. Next thing I knew, I had the phone in my hand and he wanted to talk to me! Oh geez!
Yes, I was having small contractions. Nothing to get too excited about though. He could admit me to the hospital and give me some drugs to stop them and hope I could make it another week. At that point I would be released and just wait for A and B to come. OR I could go home, stay on strict bedrest and probably be fine. He said "you make the call."
Are you kidding me! I cannot make this decision! Of course I wanted to go home, but I wanted my babies to be fine too! He said the babies would be fine and b/c I was so good about bedrest he would send me home. I had a secret big smile on my face. Ahhhh....
So back home I went. Bob returned from work that evening and was so happy all went well, decided to have a celebratory glass of wine. (God I wished I could have one too!!!) Well, the one glass of wine, turned into two and so on and so on...I think the bottle was recycled before we went to be...he...he. All was fine...until...
Well, by the time I had been on bedrest for 6 1/2 weeks I was huge!!! I always said I wanted to go to my doc appts alone b/c I wanted the freedom of being able to drive, see the world etc. That week I seriously did not think my belly would fit behind the wheel of the car anymore. In addition, sitting up for a long time was getting REALLY uncomfortable! So, my sweet mother said she would drive me. I laid down in the back seat of the car as she drove me to the appt.
I waddled up to the office and went through the appt as usual. I told the doctor I was having a bit of "tightness" so he said he wanted me to go to the hospital to be monitored for contractions. So, back in the car I went...my mom drove me to the hospital where I went to the L and D foor for tests.
They strapped these obnioxious belts around me to monitor the babies heartbeats and my contractions. Then, told me I need to wear them for 2 hours! OMG! (Mind you at this time is was near noon and this pg woman was starving!!! no food they said!)
My sweet mother sat with me and helped me pass the time. The results were in and they were calling my doctor. Next thing I knew, I had the phone in my hand and he wanted to talk to me! Oh geez!
Yes, I was having small contractions. Nothing to get too excited about though. He could admit me to the hospital and give me some drugs to stop them and hope I could make it another week. At that point I would be released and just wait for A and B to come. OR I could go home, stay on strict bedrest and probably be fine. He said "you make the call."
Are you kidding me! I cannot make this decision! Of course I wanted to go home, but I wanted my babies to be fine too! He said the babies would be fine and b/c I was so good about bedrest he would send me home. I had a secret big smile on my face. Ahhhh....
So back home I went. Bob returned from work that evening and was so happy all went well, decided to have a celebratory glass of wine. (God I wished I could have one too!!!) Well, the one glass of wine, turned into two and so on and so on...I think the bottle was recycled before we went to be...he...he. All was fine...until...
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