False Alarm

We had a bit of a freak out session last night. All day long I had been having contractions, some Braxton-Hicks and some a little more painful. I didn't pay them much attention at first, and we just went about our normal Saturday. But by about 5 o'clock they starting picking up the pace and really hurting. Alan started timing them, and after having 7 or 8 in about 45 minutes, we decided it was time to call my doctor. Luckily he was the on-call doctor for the night, so that was comforting. He told us to head straight for Labor and Delivery at the hospital and have them call him when we got there.

Right as we left the apartment, the BYU-Utah basketball game ended, so we had to sit in traffic for a while. That's a really good feeling, let me tell you. It took us so long to get to the hospital that my doctor was calling to see what was going on. We finally made it and they got me in and strapped up to all the monitors.

Anyway, long story short, they gave me a shot of something that starts with a 'B' to slow the contractions and ran a bunch of test to see what caused me to start contracting so much. I wasn't dialated yet, which was a good sign. Every other test came back negative, kinda good in that it meant I didn't have a infection or anything like that, but still a little frustrating in that it didn't give any answers. There was one test that kept coming back 'invalid', and that was the one that could tell with 99% accuracy if I would deliver within 2 weeks or not. But since the contractions had stopped and my next doctors appointment is in a few days, they sent us home. They might try and repeat the test at my appointment, but we'll just have to wait and see.

All the while our little girl was just as happy as a clam. Her heart rate was wonderful, and as soon as the contractions stopped she started kicking and dancing up a storm.

So that's how we spent our Saturday night together. Not my first choice in activities, but at least it turned out alright in the end.