We were supposed to get this big snow storm last night, with up to 12″ of snow. What did we get? Rain. Just rain. And then it got cold enough this morning to freeze. Rain + freezing = bad driving weather. And now it’s decided to snow. So we have ice + snow on top = really bad driving weather. But, alas, ’tis the season, right?
We went to the hospital last night because I had been having constant contraction since 1:50 pm Friday afternoon, about 8-15 minutes apart. At 2:30 pm yesterday, they be began to be about 5-8 minutes apart. After about 3 hours of that, they got to 3-5 minutes apart and were getting stronger. So, we arrived at about 8:30 pm last night at the hospital and when they checked me, I was dilated to 2 cm (I have been at 1 cm since 36 weeks) and the baby’s head was right at the cervix. So, I reclined there and after an hour, no change. I got up and walked for 30 minutes and was really feeling the contractions and pressure. I reclined for 30 minutes more and when they checked me, no change. I suppose that if things had changed for the good, that they wouldn’t change back again. But I don’t think that the reclining position is all that great in labor. So, at 12 am or so, they sent us home. I was so disappointed that it was all I could do to hold back my tears until we were in the car.
For the first time in a looooong time, I was upset enough that I couldn’t even pray. I told my husband I was trying not to be mad, but was failing. He asked, “Mad at what?”. And I told him, “It’s not really made at what. It’s mad at who.” Which really is not a good place to be, I know. But it’s where I was at the time. I’m not mad or upset anymore. Not really. I’m just trying not to think about it. I know this is silly, esp. for me, to be saying this on this side of my due date (since Malachi was my earliest baby, and he was a day “late”).
I’m trying, folks. I really am. Some days are better then others. And some days are…well…not worth talking about.
You all have a good Sunday and worship our Lord like He deserves.