Sunday, February 13, 2011

30 Weeks - Timber

What started as a nice evening walk with the puppies turned out to be quite the event. We had just walked up the drive way when I got a little tangled up with Charlie. I stepped on his paw, he yelped in pain, I tripped over him and fell over like a tree going "timber." I did catch myself with my hands but my stomach is a little larger then I am used to and I didn't quite give myself enough room. So my tummy hit the cement, which I am sure gave you a little rattle.

After the dramatics of crying partly out of being scared and partly out of embarrassment, I felt fine. No pains or cramps or anything. We started organizing the office and we were on a role. Even though I felt ok though I had this feeling that we should just go in to the hospital just to be sure. I was told during an office visit with Dr. Moreno early on that if I ever had a fall, even if I fell on my bottom, that I'd need to come in and get checked out. I will admit that I was putting it off wondering whether to go in, but 2.5 hours after I fell over like a log, Preston and I were driving to the hospital.

On our way to the elevators we saw Dr. Moreno and she said it was a good thing we decided to come in. On her way our she told us she would be watching us from home. When we got up to the 8th floor we checked in and not too long after we were brought back to the triage area. Then the fun part started when they told us that any time you have a fall you have to be monitored for 4 hours. Then they said if I had any contractions at all that I would have to be admitted. We were a bit taken back and had we known we were going to be there for 4 hours, we would not have waited until 8pm to start driving in.

The nurse hooked us up to the monitors to watch your heart rate and my uterus and away we went. About a half an hour into the Otte watch, the doctors thought that I was looking irritable so they started me on IV fluids, took some labs, and continued the watching. After 4 hours of watching and watching we were given the go ahead to head home. We were sure relieved.

I have joked a couple of times that I am ready for you to come any time but 10 weeks early is just a little too early. These were our Sunday evening adventures and we hope the next time we are going through triage on the 8th floor that we will be at least 38 weeks along and anxiously awaiting your beautiful self. We love you very much and I promise to be more careful in these coming weeks. Keep growing and moving sweet girl and we look forward to seeing you.

Growth Stats
Mommy - 114lbs. 37.5 inches around
Baby Otte - 17 inches, 3 lbs

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