The Sunday before (which would be my last Sunday service for awhile) the message was on Ephesians 3:20 God is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all we ask or think. Ponder that for a moment. GOD IS ABLE. He is the Almighty Creator. He holds life and breath in His hand. He is able to heal the sick, make the blind to see and the crippled walk. He is able to protect mommies and babies even when things aren't looking so great.
Friday, November 21st I was admitted. Room 240 would be my new "home away from home" for the next little bit. It was dated and tiny. And when I say tiny, I mean dinky. It barely fit my bed, monitor and a couple of chairs. Once you added people, it started to feel quite cloister phobic. It did have a view of the heliport which was a distraction from the daily humdrum of hospital life. I even got pretty good at knowing which helicopter was coming in. Quite the talent, I know.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I have a HUGE needle phobia. I'm that 40 year old who cries like a baby when blood work is required. Saying its bad would be an understatement. So when my nurse came in to put in my first of many IV's, I was a tad beside myself. That was followed by two steroid shots over the next two days. My fear was great, but my God is greater.
By Sunday, I was starting to adjust to hospital life. I was sleeping well which was amazing in itself since I hadn't been sleeping much at all my whole pregnancy and I sleep horribly anywhere other than my own bed.
They came in to monitor around noon. I loved hearing Baby Girl's heartbeat. I found it incredibly soothing. The monitoring was only supposed to last 20 minutes, but we learned quickly that some little baby didn't like to cooperate. So it rarely did.
My sister arrived around 12:30 for a visit and we were still in the middle of monitoring. And like I said, Baby Girl didn't like to cooperate. Today was no exception. Her heart rate was doing great at around 150-160 then it would suddenly drop to 80. Then it would skyrocket back up to normal. They explained that somehow the cord was getting compressed cutting off her oxygen and that's what was causing the such fluctuations. It was essentially like if we were being choked once we can breathe again we gasp for air.
On top of that, I was having mild contractions. So mild that I didn't realize that's what I was feeling. Suddenly I was hearing rumors of "we're having a baby today". All I remember is asking the doctor "when?" Her response was "right now". EEEKKK!! Art wasn't even there yet. Thankfully Jodi was able to text him since I was sobbing like the rock I am. He arrived shortly after.
Not much later, my contractions stopped and her heart rate went back to normal.
I was 29 weeks, 3 days