Trip to the Hospital

Well, we had our first pregnancy scare yesterday. I was experiencing some unusual/new feelings yesterday afternoon, so on my way to work around 3, I called my doctor to make sure it was all normal. The nurse called me back after I'd been at work about 25 minutes and said I needed to go to Labor and Delivery right away to be checked. So my "curiosity" about the new feelings turned to a little panic as I gave report back to another nurse, called Andy and my parents and headed over to the medical center at 21 weeks, 3 days...WAY TOO EARLY was pretty much all I could think at that point.

Daddy, Mama and Christopher met me at the ER door, and Daddy got me checked in and over to the Women's Center. Andy arrived as they were wheeling me back to a bed. Shortly after they put me in a bed, I started having contractions too. The doctor came in to check me and said I wasn't dilated - first good news - PTL!!!!! So I spent the next 3 1/2 hours hooked to a monitor, lying on my left side, drinking lots of water and answering the same 1000 questions about 3 different times for each nurse/doctor that came in the room. At least that got my mind off everything. The contractions finally stopped and my lab tests came back saying I was dehydrated, so I was told to drink even more fluids. SO MUCH WATER! =) About 7, they rechecked me and there were no changes and I hadn't had any contractions in a little over an hour, so I was released to go home.

Over the next hour, I think the adrenaline wore off and left Andy and I both exhausted and emotional, but very happy to be going to bed in our own bed, still pregnant with no signs of any problems thus far. Life could have been very different very fast. We're so thankful to God for answering our panicked, emotional prayers, and keeping me and the baby safe. Thanks to those of you who were praying for us...God answered!

It's amazing the flood of emotions and memories that come back at a time like that. Things that you "remember" but in an emotionally detached way as something of the past that don't matter anymore suddenly become overwhelming and exhausting to think about. Talk about deja vu...and not a fun one. We're hoping that's the only scare from here on out. Hopefully the next time we head back to the hospital will be at 40 weeks! Please keep praying for our little one and this pregnancy. We appreciate you all and value your prayers and support.
Love,
Rachel for Andy, Christopher and Baby Didyk 2