See, the day prior to our appointment Kenny had me keep track of the number of contractions for the day so we could talk to the doctor about it, since we didn't know if he really understood how many I was really having. I had just made tally marks on a post-it note and by the end of the day I had a little less than 100 contractions. The next day when Kenny was telling Doctor Medchill about what we had done and was looking over the post-it note, the doctor saw it from several feet away, and just made a simple "mm-huh." I think the visual was more than enough info for him. And at this point, I had been taking medicine (Nifedipine) for a week to help decrease the number of contractions - but it hadn't seemed to help, which was evident by our tally.
I was also kind of a wreck at this appointment, which perhaps had a hand in his decision to put me on bed rest too... I was just incredibly stressed and anxious while waiting for our appt to start. It didn't help that it was dragged out forever due to the fact the doctor had to perform an emergency c-section right before our appt was to start. While we waited, Kenny was great and tried to keep me calm; talking me down, helping me take deep calming breaths, massaging my neck and back. It helped, but didn't make the anxiety go away. I prayed asking God to help me find the right words when talking to the doctor, specifically when he asked how I was doing. Finally, the doc came in and asked how I was doing, and go figure, I completely froze and couldn't speak! Thank God, Kenny was with me and chimed in explaining everything.
Fascinating how God decided to work this one out. I think the doc needed to understand where I was mentally, and this helped convey that. I was also in tears by the time he was done checking my cervix. Eventually, I was able to tell him I was just really worried I was either going miss telling him something he needed to know, over exaggerate something, or explain something incorrectly. He smiled and told me not to worry because he knew what was important to be looking for and was checking on all those things. He explained this wasn't my responsibility but his. This made me feel a million times better! This is one of the things I really like about Doctor Medchill, even though he can be in a big hurry, he always knows when he is needed and will calm down and talk with me as long as is needed.
Any who, getting back to the bed rest... Thankfully, it was pretty much the most mild bed rest I could have been placed on. I was told I could lay or sit up, but needed to be down as much as possible. I could be up long enough to make bathroom trips, take a shower, and make a quick sandwich or something. I was told not to leave the house unless I had to. Having just read all the different types of bed rest, and knowing how restricting they could be, really made this much easier to accept.
It was weird going home and just laying on the couch. Yeah, I had been doing this as much as possible already, but this time was different because I couldn't get up if I wanted to. I remember thinking how weird it was; that was what I would be doing the rest of the day, and then the next day, and then next... Since I had been on unofficial bed rest already, we knew this was likely coming. I had been working with my employer on the option to work from home. Only thing was, I still needed a laptop so I could work from the bed/couch. Luckily, my wonderful husband and brother-in-law Ben ran to Best Buy and picked one up for me. :)
Nothing else really changed this week. I felt about the same physically, except for a little more pain in the left side of my pelvis and leg - due to Gracelin being so low. I was also the same diet wise too, still all about the desserts. (Yes, that was plural on purpose :)
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