Yesterday, it seemed like everyone had a "feeling" something was up with me. I must have gotten 15 calls/texts from people, just wondering how I was doing. My friend, McKell, brought me dinner the other night, Mom has brought dinner and McKell's mom, Nanette, brought dinner last night, too. I am so blessed to have so many people that want to help us.
Well, every one's "feelings" were right - I'm back in the hospital. My contractions were off and on, but more frequent yesterday. By about 7:00 pm I called the doc and arranged to come in. When I got here, I was dilated to a 1+, so a teeny bit of change. I got a shot of Terbutaline and more Nifedipine, which helped to control the contractions.
They did the fetal fibronectin test again (it's the test to somewhat "predict" if I will go into labor in the next 2 weeks), it was negative during the last hospital stay, but positive last night. That still doesn't mean that I will for sure deliver soon, but because I'm so early, they are concerned.
By 6:00 am this morning, they checked me again and I was a 2 and now 50-60% effaced, but no longer contracting. So, they moved me upstairs to a more comfy bed (YAY!) and took me off monitors.
Then, about 9:00 am I started throwing up, so they put in an IV and gave me a shot of Zofran. That helped tremendously! My contractions have started up again, but are sporadic and I think are just caused from the vomiting.
We are back on the "watching and waiting" plan. It really does suck being up on the postpartum wing - the isolette for my baby was in my room screaming, "I'M EMPTY!!!" and I hear all the other little babies crying. I know she's where she needs to be right now, but it's still hard to want so badly to have her in my arms.