Welcome my friends!
This week has been an especially trying week for me. Hubby is off on another business trip, so of course, everything has to go wrong. Right? It's the military wife curse.
On Thursday, I had an OB appointment. It was supposed to be an easy one--in and out. However, the doctor had a hard time getting a consistent heartbeat from baby Connor. So, after several tries and a stint on the NST machine, she sent me to the hospital (45 mins away!) for observation. She freaked me out by asking if there was anyone to pick up the girls (who are with me b/c I don't really have a babysitter at the moment) and mentioning she didn't "think" I'd need to stay overnight. Eek!
I get down there and the nurse hooks me up to another NST machine and starts asking all the normal questions. Finally the doctor comes in to listen to Connor's heartbeat. Connor's heartbeat was irregular. *big gulp* The doctor leaves to confir with my high risk pregnancy doctor from another clinic. At this point, I'm praying with all my might and really trying not to panic. I was terrified and felt very alone.
A few minutes later, the doctor comes back in. Apparently, he felt that Connor had some condition that, while not normal, was not unusual either. I can't remember what he called it, but he said that it usually resolves itself before the baby is born. Relief just washed over me. Something not to worry about. Just a small hump to get over. But what if...
Now, we all know one shouldn't play the what if game, b/c we can worry ourselves into a frenzied panic, but sometimes you just can't help it. I realized I'd made arrangements for if something happened a little later in the pregnancy, but not now. What if something happened now? My husband was gone. My family is hours away. I haven't found a babysitter since my old one moved away. What would happen to me and my girls?
This is where the sound, comforting voice of my own mother comes in handy. She's great at helping me calm down. She offered some advice, but just with a calmer mind, I realized one of my friends (a teacher) was in her last week of work until next fall. She readily agreed to help out if needed. My other friend, though more pregnant than I am, also offered whatever help she could. If push came to shove, I can also call the Family Readiness Group leader for my husband's unit for help. My worries began to ease, and I realized (for the millionth time) how very blessed I am.
They released me from the hospital with warnings not to have any caffeine or cold medicine. My high risk doctor said they'd do an echo and another bio at my appointment this week, just to follow up.
I am so grateful for my friends and family, but especially for my Lord. God is the one thing that kept me from outright panic at the situation I faced. He is definitely my strength and my peace. Praise the Lord!