So, Thursday night/Friday morning was scary. I went to bed at around 10:30 on Thursday night and didn't feel well. I hadn't felt well all day but I just kept kind of ignoring it and chalking it up to being tired.

At midnight I woke up with stomach pains. They were similar to the pain I get when my gall bladder is acting up so I called my mom to let her know, but elected not to go to the hospital. I figured if it got worse I would go then but I didn't want to go if it was nothing.

I couldn't get comfortable in bed and the pain was making it difficult to watch T.V. or read so I got into the shower. Taking a shower always comforts me when I don't feel well and I was hoping the relaxing spray would serve the same purpose this time. However, the pain continued throughout my shower and when I got out I decided to call mom and ask her to take me to the E.R.

The ride to the hospital wasn't bad, I didn't have any pain until I stood up to get out of the car at the hospital. We went inside and I was immediatly registered for the hospital. They took me back and had me change, then took some blood and hooked me up to some monitors. As they were doing that the pain continued and was enough to actually take my breath away.

Finally, the nurse turned to me. She told me she was going to check to see if I was dilated because I was having contractions. I freaked out. I was only 24 weeks pregnant, contractions aren't good.

Turns out, I was dilated to a 1, which isn't to far but also isn't good this early. They hooked me up to an I.V. to stop the contractions and the dilating. The contractions never went away completely, but they became painless and the dilating stopped. Noah was never in any distress so I didn't bother trying to get ahold of Eric. I don't have his number, anyway and there was nothing he could do besides cause more stress. I definitely don't need that.

On a funny note, Noah gave them a run for their money when they were trying to monitor his heartbeat. He was super un-cooperative. They would put the little monitor on him trying to hear his heartbeat and he would turn over so they couldn't hear it. Or he would kick the monitor and that was all you could hear. At one point he kicked it so hard that it slid down my stomach a little bit.

I took it easy this weekend and I'm on medication to keep me from having serious contractions and dilating. It seems to be working, although I've had a few since Friday. I'm making sure to write them down and trying to get rest. I went back to work today, but I've decided that if the contractions start I'll go home. They didn't specifically say "bedrest" but they did say that I needed to try to rest as much as possible.

I couldn't decide if I wanted to blog this or not. I know that there are people who read this that I'm not really keen on knowing this and I don't want to have to deal with the backlash if they do. But it is something that happened to me and when Noah is bigger I want to have this so he can look at it and know everything that happened while I was pregnant with him.

Dear Noah,
I can't wait to meet you but I think you need more baking time, Lovebug. Mommy is doing her best to make sure you are happy and she wants to make sure that when you are born, it is the right time.
Love,
Momma