I was still proud of myself for getting all that accomplished and had planned another big day of packing the following day. Our babies had a different plan though and at around 11am Thursday morning I started having really strong contractions. This was my first time having contractions and I didn't know if they were even that. They weren't consistent. Sometimes they'd be after 10 minutes, sometimes 15, sometimes 5. I was also having really sharp pains in my sides and my lower back was throbbing!
I tried to stick it out for a while as I kept telling myself it was all probably normal. After an hour and a half though, I decided it wouldn't hurt to call my OB. The nurse asked me a bunch of questions over the phone that I had no idea the answers to. Were they Braxton Hicks?? H*LL if I know... Was I going into labor?? Again, you tell me!
She had me come in and I was really scared. My mind was wandering and thinking of all the possible outcomes - what if I was going into labor? What if my babies were born early? It's too early! My doctor wasn't in that day, so I had to see a nurse practitioner. She checked my cervix and said that it was too soft - what does that mean? Then she had me get an ultra sound to make sure that the babies were ok and to check my cervical length.
Luckily the babies were doing well and kicking lots and my cervical length was good too. The doctor then put me on light bed rest. I could walk around some and do light tasks but I couldn't lift anything, I couldn't pack, and I needed to avoid going up and down the stairs too much.
I have a really, REALLY hard time asking for help, it was seriously really hard. So Cam being the stand-up guy that he is called in the troops for me. I was extremely grateful and humbled by all the support and help that we got. They did a great job of packing and were far more efficient at it than I ever could be. Cam hired several boys from the ward to move our stuff to the new house - they were so sweet and helpful. This one boy was so skinny and small and was dead set on moving all the big stuff. I was seriously concerned for his safety, but they all did such a great job!
I hated just standing there doing nothing and felt pretty useless. I was able to tell them where to put everything at least which gave me something to do. The missionaries were confused about the time (which was ok, we had plenty of help) and showed up just at the end. One of them asked how far along I was and when I said "25", he asked very seriously, "months?" It was so funny but I couldn't help but think of the horror of being 25 months pregnant.
I didn't sleep that night and everything hurt. Since then though, the pains have mostly subsided.
Yesterday I had my 26 week appointment and ultra sound with my doctor. Our boy is doing super well and is continuing to grow. Our girl is still really small and not developing at the same rate as her brother. Parts of her look to be underdeveloped and they're concerned. They made another appointment for me to see Maternal Fetal Medicine so that they can do another anatomy ultra sound. My doctor said that it could be nothing and that the ultra sound tech at the office might not have been able to get a good read, however, if it is something then I'll most likely have to be put on full bed rest.
I'm so stressed. I'm trying not to be, but my mind seems to be racing all the time thinking of everything that could go wrong. I'm trying to find ways to relax but feel like I'm getting nowhere at times. This morning when I woke up I couldn't help but just lay there and cry.
The babies started kicking and I could see their little kicks when I looked at my belly. Cam and I just lay there for a while watching them kick.
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