I am growing the most stubborn baby of all time in my belly you guys. This past week has been a whirlwind. Every day I feel like I am going into labor. What I mean by that is I am literally having consistent contractions every day. Even though this is my 4th labor, this feels so new to me. With my 3 boys, except for a few Braxton hicks, I didn’t’ start contracting until actual labor. Now I am keeping track of contractions all day long, thinking that this might be the real thing.
Friday my contractions kept getting closer and closer together until they were just 7 minutes apart. I decided to call my midwife and she told me that we better get the boys settled and head in. So we got everything ready to go, the boys packed, house cleaned, car seat installed, and then dropped off the boys by Nana & Papa.
We got to the hospital, checked in and the nurse immediately hooked me up to the fetal monitors. She confirmed that I was in fact having real contractions and the baby was doing great. Next the midwife came in to check my cervix. I was only dilated to 2. After contracting from 12pm-7pm this was so discouraging to me that I hadn’t made any progress, especially because I have been dilated 1-1 ½ for the past two weeks already. My midwife told me to take a tub to try and relax, and that if this was real labor the contractions would keep getting worse and I would continue to dilate. I took an hour bath, we went for a long walk around the hospital, and then she came back to check me again. Contractions never ceased, but this time I was only dilated to barely 1 cm. I actually “undilated”. Even though I was super bummed, I accepted the fact that I wasn’t in real labor and for whatever reason I just wasn’t going to meet my sweet baby that night.
I left the hospital feeling so down on myself (but first I took a selfie ^). This was my 4th baby, I should have known this wasn’t the real thing. Although the nurses and midwife reassured me that I did the right thing by coming in, I still felt like such a wussy. Plus it was so much work getting everything ready at home and the exhaustion of all the emotions we felt thinking we were going to meet our baby tonight; only to be sent home to wait to do it all over again. All I can think is that I have one stubborn, sassy, little baby in my belly and my excitement is growing by the minute to meet this little bugger! In God’s time little one. Off to rest and hydrate and the next hospital adventure we go on, I will be ready!