If you're my friend on Facebook or Instagram you probably saw this picture yesterday. It has been an intense 24 hours, let me tell you.
much better and since it had been almost a week since I left the house (except for doctor appointments) I thought there was no better thing to do than bring David lunch at work. So, we headed to our favorite sandwich place and saw that it was closed. Huge bummer. We walked over to the park where I let William play for a while before we drove to get something else for lunch. I was talking on the phone, following William around the park, (in a long maxi dress and sandals) when I came to the edge of a play area that dropped off into sand. I lost my footing and tried to catch myself but fell hard flat on my front, right onto my stomach. It knocked the wind out of me as I had fallen pretty hard.
Some other moms at the park ran over and watched William, called 9-1-1, talked to me (one even checked under my dress when I mentioned that I felt like I was bleeding or my water broke - lucky girl) and another called David. The ambulance came and I was terrified. I didn't feel the baby move for a long time and I started to feel contractions. By the time they got me to the hospital, they had put me in a neck brace and did all kinds of tests to check my neck and back. Totally precautionary and I thought it was ridiculous that they made me wear it for two hours (hence the picture). It looks like I have a black eye but it's just smeared make-up (mostly from crying about the baby).
They did an extensive ultrasound on the baby and he is totally fine. It doesn't seem to have hurt him at all. Once they told me that I was able to finally relax and feel the baby move.
They sent me to labor and delivery and my contractions started to get really strong. This hospital has volunteer doulas so I had these two amazing women who stayed with me almost the entire time I was there. I had been to the OB the day before and when she checked me I was dilated 2 cm. When I got to trauma I was dilated to 3 cm. By the time they checked me in labor and delivery, I was having pretty intense contractions and dilated to 3 1/2 cm. She doctor on call told me that it looked like I was in labor but I wasn't getting my hopes up yet. An hour later she checked me again and said I was dilated 4 cm and that my cervix was stretchy and the baby's head was moving into the birth canal - that I was truly in labor. I sent David home to get my hospital bag and to make arrangements for William.
For the next few hours or so I labored pretty hard with the awesome help of the doulas. Sometimes ten minute long contractions with no breaks in between. After a shift change a doctor checked me and said I was still dilated 4 cm. I almost cried. This happened with William (I labored over 12 hours with no progress) but because of the trauma and the fact that I was still having regular contractions (every 3 - 5 minutes) they kept me over night.
Basically, it was concluded that the fall put me into early labor and they sent me home to see what happens next. This was incredibly terrifying and thanks for all of you who offered up prayers in my behalf (and texted, e-mailed, called, watched William, brought me a hairbrush, etc.). I'm so grateful that the baby is OK. I'm technically over 38 weeks but I would much rather let this baby come when he's cooked and ready.
And that's the end of my dramatic tale.