I woke up this morning around 3:00. A few hours later, despite having downed quite a bit of water, I found myself being kicked vigorously by this active fetus of mine and then–the pain. Oh. My. Lord. Most of you are female, right? A majority? So imagine a menstrual cramp, multiply it by 100 and add the fact that you are not supposed to be getting cramps. Because of the whole pregnancy thing. This pain continued to stab me in the lower abdomen for 10 minute spurts (5 seconds in actual time, at most) until I was thoroughly freaked out. By then, it was 7:30. By 7:45, I worked up the courage to call my midwives’ emergency number, and by 8:00 I was on the phone with Laura.
Funny thing about Laura–I have spent an inordinate amount of time with her. For some reason, bizarre scheduling things keep happening so that she has to take over or check in on my appointments. I’m supposed to be seeing all three midwives in the practice, in rotation, so that I get to know each of them. Whoever is on call will deliver my baby.
Anyway, I know Laura pretty well by this point, so it was easy to tell her what was going on. I tried to do this quickly, because she was, at that very moment, in the hospital, with two of her patients pushing! She told me to drink two big glasses of water, lie down on my left side, calm down and wait.
It’s a good thing her voice calmed me down, because waiting to see if awful “am I going into labor at 24 weeks?!” pain comes back is not exactly a calm activity. I took a Klonopin (it was time for one anyway). Here I am, at 8:45, pain free for the last 45 minutes and nearly ready to hop in the car for a road trip to Philly to spend a couple days with two of my favorite college friends (three, if you include our brunch date tomorrow). Don’t worry, Nathan is driving.
And that, my friends, is yet another reason to love midwives. No panic on her end. No fear. Just calm instructions and simple remedies. Oh, and she even told me that she was glad I had called–“If you have pain, I always want you to call.”
This is also a testament to how much I love you, Alyce & Christina, because I am so not letting anything short of actual pre-term labor stop me from visiting you.