One Rough Week!

As some of you know last week was a bear!! That is the only polite way to say it. It has taken me a few days out of the blur to be able to write about it. Yeah, that bad! Last Sunday, Will and I decided to make a run to Labor/Delivery b/c the baby had dropped ALOT and I was super nauseous. When we got there I had dilated more and my contractions were not slowing down. They basically did everything except throw the kitchen sink at me to get them under control. Shots of breathin, doubling my medicine (procartia), and then the lovely MAGNESIUM. I had heard of people having to take it before, but I don't remember they saying that they lost their minds b/c of it. I hope I never have to go through that again. After feeling like my body was literally on fire, the nurse felt pity on me and knocked me out. Unfortunately I woke around 3am freaking out b/c my mind was working but my body wasn't so much. The nurse thought I might have had too much magnesium and wanted to do bloodwork. I don't like blood, needles, etc. so I decided to not let her. I think that's the first time I have ever refused treatment, but first time for everything, right? They quickly moved me to a more comfy bed and more drugs allowed me to relax and sleep. I apologize to anyone who visited me on Monday b/c I couldn't see until later that night. My vision was so blurred that I had to either keep my eyes shut or cover one eye so it would focus. I know..I know...but it's not over yet... I was released on Tuesday afternoon only to return Wednesday morning around 2am with contractions 3-5 minutes apart. 3 shots of breathin knocked those out and I was released again on Thursday morning. The weekend was uneventful thank goodness!!! I have tried to relax as much as possible and realize that I do get a beautiful baby boy at the end of this...there is an end, right? I know everyday that Max stays put the chances that he will need assistance from the NIC unit goes down but I will be honest when I say I am tired. Physically and emotionally tired. This has been a difficult 6 weeks but I find comfort in the love/support of all my family/friends. My appreciation for my husband has grown to levels that I didn't know existed. He has been such a rock through this all. The only time I have seen him let his guard down was when on Sunday a few nurses from the NIC unit came down to talk to us about what usually goes on with a preemie baby at 33weeks. I was taking it in pretty good but I look over and Will is sobbing. It's one thing to hear about other babies born early but when they are talking about your baby it really changes things. All I can say is I am a very lucky woman!
I returned to the dr. today and so far so good. I am officially out of the woods this week! 35 weeks with steroids my dr. feels like we can relax and let nature take it's course. I finish my meds around 6am in the morning and we will see what happens. I will not even guess when this child will make his appearance to the world maybe before Christmas!! ha ha Please continue to pray for our sweet little boy and that he makes his appearance when he is healthy and ready! God had taught me so many lessons during this time and I am thankful for that!

p.s. Jack has been on his own summer camp all week floating from family to family playing and spending the night. I missed him terribly but he had a blast! Isn't that the way it should be!