Save the Drama for .... THIS Mama ...

I had an interesting, and unexpected evening last night ...

First let's start off with what happened earlier in the day. Yesterday morning, while walking Bella, she and a mean dog behind a gate and a bit of a tiff. As I struggled to pull my 50 pound dog away from the gate, I tripped over her and crashed onto the sidewalk. The photograph is "Exhibit A." :)

The baby seemed okay and was moving like crazy all day long. So I didn't think the fall was a big deal (aside from scraping my leg up pretty badly).

By coincidence, I had a Dr. appt. yesterday afternoon. I told her of my fall that morning and she was very concerned about the baby and told me I needed to go to the hospital for EIGHT hours of observation. EIGHT! And, I was told if the baby was in distress, I'd end up getting an emergency C-section.

Well, you can imagine that with Jonathan in D.C. and a dog to take care of, I was in a bit of a panic.

So long story short ...

I drove to the hospital ... crying all the way. The nurse was very nice and after hearing my fall had taken place 12 hours earlier, she told me it was unlikely they'd keep me there the entire eight hours. She said if the baby was moving as usual, I was not leaking any fluid and had no blood, etc. then likely all was fine.

I was on the monitor for four hours last night. And one point, the nurse came in with a huge pitcher of water and told me to drink up, because I was having CONTRACTIONS! I was shocked, as I wasn't feeling a thing. But she assured me her monitor was detecting contractions and that hopefully, I was only a bit dehydrated and the water would take care of it.

So I chugged the water and later on, she returned to tell me the contractions had stopped. Lesson learned: DRINK A LOT ... ALL DAY, and ALL NIGHT.

All had been quiet on the maternity floor until about 10:00 p.m. That was when a woman in early labor arrived and was placed next to me ... with just a curtain separating us. I heard all her agony with every contraction and it was starting to freak me out ... big time.

So when, an hour later, the nurse returned and told me I could go home I thanked her for letting me go before the lady next door experienced any further pain.

I tell ya ... I can't wait for Jonathan to be home for good. Nothing makes you miss your husband more than an unexpected trip to the hospital.

Jennifer