So I went into labor Thursday night. Woo. Right? Well, No.
Turns out, my doctor and I have major date issues. Here’s how it breaks down.
My due date based on LMP was June 18.
My due date based on the first ultrasound (which combined the sizes of both twins, even though twin b, the one we lost, was smaller) was June 28. They said it could be off by as much as ten days at that point.
My due date based on the next ultrasound, where we found out we had lost the twin was June 18.
My due date based on the follow up ultrasound at 18 weeks was around June 20.
My due date based on my 20 week ultrasound was June 24.
So being impatient, I just went with the earliest, June 18, which would have put me right at 36 weeks on Friday. I had both Casey and Peyton at 36 weeks. So when the contractions came 3-4 minutes a part on Thursday we were STOKED. Baby time.
We got to the hospital and they went with the last due date, so it only had me at 34 weeks, so they proceeded to stop the labor. Have you ever had that? It’s GRIM DEATH. They gave me bags upon bags of magnesium sulfate. It makes you feel like you’re on fire. It wasn’t working at first so they upped my dose as high as they could. I lost my vision at that point. If I opened my eyes I had blurry double vision that made me dizzy and nauseous. I had the double vision and fire muscles for 36 hours. It was seriously the worst two days I can remember. Lance would come and visit me and I couldn’t even open my eyes. Finally yesterday they weaned me off of the magnesium and onto terbutaline- starting out with those fantastic bee stings of death shots. Also lots of steroids. She’s going to come out with a mustache.
So here we are. The doctor, who I’m not going to hurt, really, thinks she won’t stay in longer than this week. We’ll see. The fun part about going into labor is even if they stop it, your body still thinks there was a baby coming so it gets to work on the other things- like milk production. Too much info? Sorry. You came here on your own free will.
So that’s the update. I’m going back to bed. Because I have to. Until tomorrow.
Also. Today is my husband’s birthday. I’m the worst wife ever.