I'm not really sure where to start.
This has not been easy. I have been contracting on and off for several weeks and have had many visits to L+D to be checked. My house has also been struck with so many stomach bugs this year that it (literally) makes me barf. My sweet hubs just got pneumonia and was out of commission for a week. It just hasn't been all that great around here for the last 6 weeks or so!
I really started contracting on Thursday when I was 28 4/7 weeks and I was admitted to L+D for monitoring, betamethasone treatment to help mature the baby's lungs, and some tocolytics. Almost a week later, I am here in that same space of wait and watch, dilated to 3cm, hoping and wishing that this baby stays in for many more weeks. And there is absolutely nothing that I can do but hope and lay in bed. Awesome.
I go between feeling semi-at peace with the situation and my lack of control and the opposite extreme of feeling pissed off that this is happening and super anxious at what the outcome will be and the long road ahead. The thought of staying in the hospital many more weeks is daunting, but even more so is the thought of having a baby is the NICU for many weeks. So I'm focusing on staying pregnant. But damn. Every single time my daughter and husband leave the hospital at night, I die. They are both handling this like rock stars: Daddy in full awesome Daddy and house-husband mode, and Piper her sweet, blissful two-year-old self, seemingly unaware of how weird this situation is. For that I am super grateful.
So now we wait; everyday a little closer to my due date and baby a little stronger and bigger. Good thoughts for a quiet and calm uterus and a healthy baby are appreciated!
