A little over a month before I gave birth, I started having super chest pains where I couldn't breath at all. If I ate it got worse, if I walked it got worse. I finally decided to call my doctor's office and ask the nurse about it. Needless to say, they freak out once they hear the words, "I can't breathe." Immediately, the nurse told me to go to the hospital. I went to the hospital and the nurse hooked me up to check the baby. I hadn't eaten all day long, which for a pregnant person was a pretty big deal. I waited and waited and waited for a doctor to say what they wanted to do. They finally sent me down for some crazy tests, which told us nothing, so I got sent home with some Maalox. Well, the pain didn't go away. I was told if it didn't, go back to the hospital. I called the doctor's office first and they told me to go back to the hospital. In I walk and I have the same nurse from the day before, Angie, who told me she was expecting me. Haha. Took an ultrasound of my gall bladder and found nothing. The nurses sorta, in the end concluded it was really bad heartburn. I'm still not convinced, but just dealt with the pain for the next month.
From that day on, I was in the hospital twice a week for non-stress tests because Zeke was "so big." The tests always turned out fine and I was always sent home. Week 36, I was scheduled for an ultrasound. I was told he was measuring around 8lbs. and I was running on the edge of low amniotic fluid. I was at a 5, whatever that means. No one informed me of what that really means except to say it was getting low. I got scheduled for another ultrasound Week 37.
When I started these non-stress tests, the nurses on duty would always ask if I could feel the contractions. She would always say they were consistent and I should be feeling something. I did, but nothing that really struck me as "labor" until the Sunday before I had Zeke. That Sunday, was a normal pregnant day. I got a call from my parents saying they locked their keys in their car, can Tony and I come pick them up? So, on our way to Shelbyville, I started feeling a little bit stronger cramp-type pains. We met my parents, ate at Pizza Hut and went back home. I told Tony to start timing the contractions. They became every 3 min or so and 45-60 seconds long for an hour. I never really thought they were terribly painful though, so I was pretty confused. I finally called the doctor's office after an hour and a half of this and the doctor on call calls me back and says, "Congratulations! You're in labor, go to the hospital..."
...to be continued.
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