Making Plans to be Changed

Sometimes plans change.

 It is ironic that Monday night I finished typing up our birth plan to tell doctor's how we wanted our natural birth to go...............

On Tuesday I left work feeling like someone was sitting on my chest.  The pressure was coming and going with Braxton Hicks contractions and had happened before but this time felt worse.  I called my midwife to see what they thought I should do and since it was after 4:00pm they said I needed to go to the hospital to be checked out.  

In my mind I had no time for this, I had a 6:30 BarreAmped work out class to teach and was going to meet up with a friend before hand for a quick bite.  I really didn't feel like it was neccesary for me to go but long story short I changed into my spandex ready to teach class and headed to the hospital.  

My blood pressure was high, to high for them to allow me to leave.  So I was admitted for the night for tests and trying to find answers.  We had an ultrasound to find out that Henry was doing great and is an approximate 6.1 lbs!  Though 36 weeks seems like I am ready to go for whatever Nancy our midwife decided said that they really wanted us to try to get to 37 weeks since little white males develop their lungs later in the womb.  

So here it is Friday and we have been playing the same game each day.  On hospital bed rest, I am allowed to get up and go to the bathroom or lay down.  Running a 12, 24, and yet another 24 hr urine analysis checking my protein levels, and 5am wake up calls to have blood taken and check platelet levels each day.  I am continuing to creep towards the preeclampsia state so they are looking at labs day by day to decide whether or not I should be induced.  The upside to this is that we get to hear little Henry's heartbeat about 4-5 hours a day.  

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So as the big weekend of basketball in the bluegrass approaches, it's not exactly high on our priority list.  Right now we are focused on the basketball in my belly and how to get him safely in our arms.  God is our guide on this journey.  We are feeling so much love from friends and family as they send up prayers, visit us, call, text, and send happy thoughts attached to balloons.   We know we are in good hands and are trying to stay patient through this process of the waiting games. 

Quite a small price to pay when you look at the grand scheme.
I feel blessed that we have a healthy baby boy growing in my belly that has made it to 36 weeks, the road that gets him here from this point on won't matter once he's resting in our arms.