The past couple of weeks on bed rest have been fine. Nothing really excited. Wake up, rest, shower, rest, eat, rest, rest, Milton comes home, rest, eat, rest, sleep.
Although I could have gotten off bed rest at week 34 and 35, at each visit my ob-gyn said to stay on for one more week. The last time I was told that was this past Friday. I asked my doctor for an exception to see if I could go to church this Sunday. She said yes. If my water breaks in church it must be God’s will! I really look forward to attending church, especially close to my birthday.
My mother passed away six years ago on May 23. My birthday is a couple of days later. In 2006 I was looking forward to the Sunday before my birthday because my mother and I were going to go to church and take communion together. This was an important Sunday because I would be turning 30 years old and my mother would be celebrating 5 years of living with Ovarian Cancer. Although my mother and I always attended church, rarely did we sit together because she was in the choir. However, we would always meet at the rail for communion. It was a very meaningful experience.
Well, that Friday before that Sunday, my mother’s health rapidly declined and we realized she only has days to live. I went to church that Sunday and just cried my eyes out as I realized that she and I would never again have communion together. She passed away several days later on May 23 (5 years to the date that she was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer).
So, now in 2012, I’m excited to once again go to church the weekend before my birthday. I was in the hospital for Palm Sunday and Easter so I looked forward to attending. Well, late Saturday night (starting around 1:00am) I started feeling menstrual type cramps. At times they were ten minutes apart. Other times I might not have one for an hour. So, I slept it off. Th next morning we wake up for church. We eat breakfast. While I’m waiting for Milton to finished getting dressed, I all of a sudden have severe stomach cramps. Like, really painful. I became worried that once again I wouldn’t be able to go to church. Luckily I popped in some Tums and was instantly relieved!
Church was great! I loved seeing many of the members that have known me since I was young. I sat through the entire service but went up with Milton to take communion. Once we got home, I took a nap. Several hours later I started feeling pressure in my lower abdomen – like Baby Turner was trying to set himself free.
Milton and I headed to the hospital. I was once again put on the monitor. I was having some contractions although they weren’t painful. However, I was now 100% thinned and 1.5-2cm dilated. I was given some terbutaline and told they would probably keep me overnight. Luckily, in the middle of the night, my contractions slowed down and Milton and I were home around 3:30am. HOWEVER, the doctor thinks Baby Turner will come this week. I am to return as soon as my water breaks or if my contractions are five minutes apart. I have a feel Baby Turner will either come on May 23 (the date of my mother’s death) or May 26 (my birthday). TIME SHALL TELL!!!