Last Monday I was scheduled for my first NST (non stress test), which I'm ordered to do biweekly, since I'm insulin dependent. I got to the hospital at 6pm. Was left in a labor and delivery room on the same bed I'll be pushing my baby out eventually. Hopefully not before July is over. Not to mention that was a reality check and a little freak out, realizing this is what's really happening here... An hour later, the nurse walks into the room, telling me I can not leave the hospital since I'm contracting...!!!
Shock!
I was contracting every 3-10 minutes! And didn't even know it!!! They gave a shot to stop the contractions. Didn't help. I was contracting every 4 minutes. Then got another shot. It started helping.
So, after 5 hours of being horizontal in an L&D bed, with belts around me, this cute fast heartbeat sound in the background, a lot of junk TV shows I never get to watch on a regular basis, 2 shots, one pill and high blood sugar levels I was finally released home (in a wheel chair) at 11pm!
It felt so good to be in my car again and breathe some fresh air. I was with my sweet dad on the phone, who called to get an update (all the way from Israel, how helpless must he feel...), on the way to see my sweetest babies at home and... giggling to my self remembering how I was afraid I might get stuck in traffic on the way back home, that was supposed to be at 7ish...
I've been forced to let go... Let go of cleaning, cooking, running errands, being upset... Been forced to stop being a control freak...
Had another NST today and saw my Dr. and been told I've been a good girl :) I have to. I'm only 32 weeks by now - got to cook this bun a little longer in my oven.


















