Well, that was fun

So yesterday I went to the perinatologist for another non-stress test of the girl--which, of course, she failed yet again. But more terrifying than that was when the nurse told me I was having contractions during the 35 minutes the baby and I were on the monitor.Yep, they were coming 5 minutes apart, but I didn't really feel them which seemed to surprise her. I mean, I felt a slight something but nothing that made me take any real notice (and quite frankly I think I'd been feeling those little 'somethings' for a few days now--scary). So she went and told the peri, who decided that I needed to get over the hospital and pay a visit to L&D's triage unit--but not before they did an ultrasound of the baby (because of the failed non-stress test) to make sure she was okay, which she thankfully was.

Off I go to the hospital, first to admitting and then to maternity. Where I am promptly put into a gown, and hooked up to the fetal/maternal monitor where they see that I'm still contracting 5 minutes apart. My BP is high--understandably--because I am flipping right the fuck out in terror. After watching me for about 45 minutes, the decision is made to start an IV and see if hydrating me will stop the contractions. The third time was the charm when it came to putting the IV line in. But after almost an hour of IV fluids, I'm still contracting at about the same rate. Which means that I was then the lucky recipient of an internal by the OB on call (a partner from my OB's other office who I'd never met). Luckily, he declared that "there is nothing going on in there" and I think I began to breathe again. After a bit more time on the IV--even though I'm still contracting--I'm told I can go home. That I'm more than likely having Braxton-Hicks contractions. That was it--no discharge instructions, nada. When I asked what I should do if something happens, I was told to call my OB. They did ask when my next appt with the peri was (this coming Monday) but that was it. Free to go but be sure to drink plenty of fluids and take it easy. No problem there. But for all I know, I could still be contracting as I type this though I don't think I am. What little I may have been feeling seems to have gone away.

So that was my Thursday night in a nutshell. Confidence shaken, fear real. Please oh please oh please, just let this sweet little girl stay in there a little longer, she's not done cooking yet. And please let my body cooperate and do what it's supposed to, no more of this nonsense. Oh, and happy 33 weeks to me....