After hearing the news that I would be on bed rest for the remainder of the school year, the doctor also determined that steroid shots would be in my best interest. So on February 29, I received my first dose and on March 01, I received my second shot. On February 23rd, I went back to the doctor and was put on "moderate" bed rest. I was allowed to atted my master's class on Saturdays and possibly return to work sometime in April. This same day, our POD was delivered to our first home and we (my husband and our families) began packing us up. it was so sad to see all our belongings packed away and my husband and I leaving our first home as a married couple. It was a very definitive end to our chapter as a family of two and the beginning of our a family of three. Yet, as the POD was parked in front of our home, I felt our sweet baby boy move and groove to the sounds of the machines. I remember looking to my husband and saying that Baby LJ likes big trucks. HA!
March seemed like a good month. Everyday that I stayed pregnant was progress. During my bed rest, I planned my entire pregnancy, finished up a class that I was taking for my master's and spending lots of quality time with the baby. We read books and sang songs, and I ordered lots of cute little items for his nursery. I was feeling good about things, and knew in my heart of hearts that I was delivering a full term, happy, and healthy baby boy in June of this year.
BUT......God's plans are not our own, and on March 13th at 6:19 in the morning, my water broke. I felt my son move and groove, and he was active for a pretty good length of time. We called my mom and rushed to Gateway! My best friend, Shelley was called and showed up as well. After determining that my water was officially broken I was transported to Vanderbilt Medical Center via ambulance. I had never been in an ambulance before and it was definitely an experience. We entered through the emergency door and Baby LJ and I were immediately placed on a monitor. Throughout this whole ordeal, Baby LJ seemed unphased. His heart rate and vitals remained stable and the doctors determined that he could remain in my belly until I reached 34 weeks. That day is today. I would have been in the hospital completely stir crazy for 8 weeks waiting for this day to deliver my son. God had different plans for us though.
After being monitored for 20 hours straight, I was moved to my "8 week permanent home". My husband and mom tried to make it as cozy as possible, but it was still a hospital room. My depression got even worse.
On March 16, I was given the glucose test and failed miserably. This made matters even worse. My thoughts were....I'M IN A HOSPITAL FOR 8 WEEKS AND I HAVE TO BE ON A DIET, THIS SUCKS!!. And I was angry. I was so angry, especially with God. I prayed and prayed asking that my son be born in June happy and healthy. Then I prayed that I would pass my glucose test.
Then the night of March 16, my husband decided to return to Clarksville to get some rest. He had to return to Nashville at 6 in the morning, because the status of my pregnancy had changed and quickly.
During the night, I felt pressure in my lower abdomen, and it was unfamiliar to me. I called the nurse and she immediately called the doctor. The doctor checked my cervix and said that all was clear. However, after returning the restroom, I relayed to my nurse and doctor that Freddie and Jason have entered my womb and it does not look pretty. I was immediately moved back to the monitoring room in labor and delivery.
The story of my son's delivery and birth will be up tomorrow.....STAY TUNED!!
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