I am on bedrest. I have been for four weeks now. I hope that I have four more weeks to go. Preterm labor is the reason the doc sent me home to bedrest and said if I have anymore problems, into the hospital for bedrest.
So far so good. No more evenly spaced strong contrations, just the nearly constant BH contractions interspaced every few days or so by a whopper contraction.
My hands don’t function well enough to hold a needle to do any useful sewing, and for over a week I have been to sleepy to read. I am not up for more than an hour or two at most of TV in the day.
Today I am celebrating. In the last four weeks my baby has grown well, and the odds are immeasureably better should I go into labor now than they were when I was first sent home. My baby is very active and seems to be growing just right. She is due May 1. I hope we make it that far.
I just got a nose job and am not even on real bedrest, just lying around alot recupperating and it sucks badly, even with all the video games, TV and internet I am losing my mind after jsut 3 days. I couldn’t imagine having to stay in bed for 2 months.
It will all be worth it when the pretty baby comes out to play though! Take care!
KellyM brought her laptop in to the bedroom so i could have something to do in the afternoon if i felt like it.
i can use it and still lay on my left side, so that is good.
I’m a pessimist at heart. I tend to think about the worst case scenario and I am breathtakingly good at thinking up worst cases that are far worse than one else’s. As a network admin, this is a plus. I get to plan to minimize the impact of things other people don’t think of, and i get the pleasure of saying I told you so when my planning pays off, or when one of the precautions was poo-pooed and then the worst happens.
This is not so good now. There is nothing I can do to actually prevent the worst case scenario. I can minimize the chance, do everything I can, but there is no guarantee. When my endo first talked to me about gestational diabetes he mentioned a litany of horrors that could and might have already have happened. The worst is stillbirth. I think about that litany every day. Oh, I try not to, but I still do. Usually in the middle of the night when everyone else is asleep, or in the afternoon when I am home by myself.
I do my best in the mean time, trying to lay down, not get depressed, eat right, track everything I eat, take my 5 injections and 4 blood sugar tests everyday. Oddly enough the bedrest for all the iinactivity at least seems like I am doing something to prevent the worst.
My sister had developed gestational diabetes when she was expecting her third child, and was also put on bed rest during the final weeks. My nephew Mikey was born without further complications and is now a healthy three-year-old. Years ago a friend of mine was on bed rest for almost the whole last half of her pregnancy with her first child, and had a lovely baby girl.
Best wishes for a healthy baby with no further complications.
I can sympathize- I stayed on strict bedrest, no bathroom priveledges, and head-down, feet-up for 5 long and boring weeks (see, it could be worse). I did get a nice baby out of it, though.
Really, it sounds like you are managing pretty well. Try to remember (on the worse days) that this is really a bump in the road of life and will someday be a fading memory.
The hardest problem I had, besides the utter boredom, was not getting depressed. Keep an eye on your mental health and make a plan to avoid getting too depressed. It’s hard to describe, but the world becomes small and small things can become big.
i hope everything goes easily. good thing this place is so addictive.
if you get a bit bored here at the sdmb, try birdcam.kodak.com 2 eggs and counting over there and on the discussion board, many have listed other wildlife cams to view. just imagine sitting on eggs all day.
My daughter was born at just 37 weeks - about where you are. She was 7 1/2 pounds and healthy as a horse. I was borderline toxemic - a whole different problem, but one that brings its own worries.
Have they done a level II ultrasound? That way they get a good idea if the baby is ready to be born and might ease your anxiety. They did that for me when they thought they’d be inducing at the drop of a hat anytime after about 33 weeks. (They didn’t, I went into labor naturally, but my doctor was told me when I delivered Monday that he was going to have me induced Thursday - my weekly was Wednesday).
All the best. Enjoy the sleep, now. (Wonder if there is a battery you can store that rest in and use it for the next two years or so)
FWIW, my mother was put on bedrest when she was pregnant with my brother and me, and we turned out fine. I hope your labor goes smoothly and your baby is healthy and strong.
The first time I went into preterm labor was due to a coworker upsetting me. I was 29 weeks along, and I had learned that I have gestational diabetes the previous week. This coworker came over to get the scoop and noticed a container with half an apple turnover in it on my desk. She began to lecture me about my food choices. I told her that I did not need this right now. I told her that I had a dietitian. I told her to back off. I told her to BACK THE FUCK OFF and through all that her lecture about me being selfish, not having discipline, being a bad parent, etc. continued. I was in tears by the time I said that last. I got up, grabbed my purse, and pushed past her to leave. I sat on the front steps trying to call Kelly to come get me, but she did not understand through the tears. Another coworker convinced me to come in. I calmed myself down in a conference room and went back to work.
Just before Kelly was to pick me up at lunch, I went over to check the server console and she spotted me. She started right in on how I should not have been offended earlier, but that I really needed to start thinking of my child because as a parent etc. I turned and left already choking back tears. Kelly was on her way so I just stood out at the front of the building trying not to cry. When I got in the car I began to sob hard and was crying so hard that I was having trouble breathing. Then I felt my belly clench hard. It happened again. I told Kelly, through my crying what was happening. She called the doc who said to take me home, get me to drink lots of water, and lay down. We timed the contractions. 10 minutes apart. They were the same distance apart and growing stronger over an hour later, so we went into the hospital at the doctor’s instruction. I was given an IV and monitored. I was in preterm labor, but they were able to stop it. The coworker was told not to speak to me again. period. I don’t know what else was said to her, but she did not bother me when I went back to work.
Two weeks later, i went into preterm labor again. My labor was easier to stop that time, but the doctor said enough, and put me on bed rest. I think that time it was from working long hours in an uncomfortable position without relief. I had worked better than 50 hours the week before, and started working from home and was already better than 40 hours for the week. Sitting forward and typing for more than just a little bit seems to bring on contractions.
There is a thread in the pit that reminded me that my coworker is not the worst one out there.