Everything was planned and our lists were made for a successful dinner event for 30 people. I had just started on dinner and Byron had been breezing through his list of things to-do. I was grateful Byron had the day off to help get things organized around the house so that I wouldn't be too busy chasing Gilana whilst doing all manner of other things. But then I noticed a problem.
I had been experiencing more prominent contractions for some days by that point, but suddenly they were growing increasingly persistent. Byron thought a call to the doctor was in order. After we both had spoken to the head nurse, I was begrudgingly convinced that we needed to rush to Labor and Delivery,
now. I burst into tears and allowed my sweet husband to pack me a bag and relinquish all dinner prep and Gilana care to friends.
The hospital assured us I was in labor, and that analysis left me grateful for the urgency we had in getting to the hospital and my Love's tender care of me and our growing family. After being on the moniter for some time, contractions came as quickly as every 5 minutes when I was given a shot of Tributeral (this is only a guess on the spelling). This shot sped up my heart rate to a rapid fire in attempt to supply more oxygen to my uterus, and thus stop contractions. It worked! After another hour and a half hooked up to machines we were allowed to leave with instructions that I must be on partial bed-rest. Specifically, no work of any kind, including lifting Gilana. Ach!
We arrived home to a full house of 30 satisfied bellies (dinner had come and gone without us) and everything was well cared for. Blessings!!! The Junior High Staff had been praying for us, and had even planned a surprise baby shower that night. Thankfully we came home before they all left and were able to enjoy their sweet company for a time before the house emptied.
The following morning left my heart rendered to tears as I heard my baby crying for a morning hug and I realised I wasn't allowed to lift her into my arms. Sweet Erin (who is living with us for a time with her husband, Daniel) was on hand to do the baby lifting and brought Gilana to me on the floor. We have had a great deal of help caring for Gilana this week thanks to Byron's parents and the thoughtful Junior High staff ladies.
We look forward to knowing more of the status on Baby2 at our doctor's appointment this coming Thursday. What we do know is this, since I am at 32 weeks, we would like the baby to stay put at least 5 weeks longer!