*I wanted to start this post off by saying that this morning things feel good, I am still pregnant and Mason is kicking and squirming just as he should, but yesterday/last night had me scared out of my mind, here's why:
The day started off like any normal day. I had my second NST that afternoon and this time Brian was able to come with me. It didn't feel nearly as scary or as hard as the first one. After the nurse got me
all hooked up and left the room Brian was like "that's it" "this is all you have to do" I think he expected the test to be a bigger one than just being strapped to a monitor. I was feeling bad for making him come with me because yes, this is all it is. I couldn't tell if I was more relaxed because I had already gotten the first one over with, because it was in a different room or because Brian was there. Either way I felt silly for dragging Brian out.
The test is supposed to last 20 minutes, but I thought the nurse forgot about us because I was hooked up for almost 50 minutes! Apparently the doctor who had to look over the results was busy with a patient so we REALLY had to wait. There was a couple that came in after us and they got to leave before us, which I was super irritated about. Finally a different nurse came into our room and said they had a few concerns with our test...oh, why didn't I figure that out on my own!?!? That's why it was taking SO long. She tried to explain that they weren't "really" concerned, but because of my history they weren't taking any chances...I felt like she was trying to downplay things as to not freak me out.
The nurse told us that we would need and ultrasound and because their tech was off for the day we would need to go to the hospital to get it...oh God...not the hospital! That seemed WAY too scary. Brian asked if their tech had already left and if she was still there to let her know who was here and see if she would stay late (he is so smart)! The nurse caught her and when she found out it was us she took us right back (I guess there is a small bright side to being so well known).
Mason passed the ultrasound test right away. She was really pleased...as were we on MULTIPLE levels. Almost 2 hours later we finally left our 20 minute appointment...I am just SO thankful Brian was with me and everything turned out okay, but still that was WAY more excitement than I needed.
We went to Costco afterwards to grab a few things. Including a piece of furniture I want to put in the guest room when it becomes the "play room" that has a lot of easy access storage. During the last week or so I have been having braxton hicks contractions. I have been putting them in my phone to keep track that I don't have more than 4 in one hour. As we were walking out to our car I had a bigger one that stopped me in my tracks. It didn't hurt, but it did take my breath away.
Once we got home I had another one so that was only 10 minutes since the last one. Brian made me go inside put my feet up and drink water while he unloaded the car and got dinner started. I kept having them...more and more. I was started to freak out as 34 weeks 1 day seems WAY too early for any of this. I called the on-call doctor and she said to keep doing what I was doing and try taking a warm bath.
I got off the phone and asked Brian to pre-register us at the hospital (just in case) while I took a bath. At one point my contractions were every 2 minutes for an hour. They finally started to get some space between them, but I was sure we would wind up in the hospital. Once they were 10 minutes a part I fell asleep.
I woke up at 1:15 this morning to go to the bathroom and once I got back in bed Mason didn't move...like at all. I could feel his legs and when I pushed them they moved easily...lifeless. I completely panicked and ran for the doppler. I found his heartbeat right away and after that he started to move, but for a few minutes I was sure he was dead. After that there was no going back to sleep. I stayed awake for an hour or so feeling him move and trying to calm down. I finally went back to bed just before 3am.
So far this morning things seem normal again, but I will be taking it easy. Brian was getting ready for work and just happened to put on the shirt he was wearing the day we lost Addison (it was a Saturday) I asked him to please wear a different one. He was shocked out of all things that I could remember what he was wearing that day, but quickly changed it for me. I am hoping today is an easier day. The only thing I have on my list is to get my hair cut.
Oh and today, March 24th is also the day we found out we were pregnant 2 years ago with Addison...wow. Those two line sure changed our lives FOREVER.