So if you read the posts I mentioned before, you know the situation that happened on Wednesday. My body started going into labor, luckily without anything major happening. They were able to get my contractions under control, and they haven't really come back since.
I've had some Braxton Hicks contractions on and off, a few painful since Wednesday, but nothing super serious.
Yesterday, Josh had the day off and he was helping me with Lincoln. I needed a steroid shot in my hip the day before and I was instructed to go back to my regular doctors office at 9 AM yesterday morning to finish the dose.
If you've never had a steroid shot, its NO FUN. It felt like someone punched me in the hip, followed by a stiff leg, shakes, and a headache.
I called the hospital after having all those weird symptoms that didn't happen after my first dose, and I was told that the only thing that was normal was the punched in the butt feeling.
Anyway, my best friend Shallise came over to keep me company, help me watch the baby, and to get my mind off of the day before. Lincoln went down for a nap at 12:30 and Josh had a physical therapy appointment at 1:00 so he left just after Lincoln laid down.
Shallise and I were chit-chatting when a less intense version of that unknown phantom pain and nausea returned. I tried to push through it and ignore it but it began hurting so much I couldn't talk through the discomfort.
After being instructed by a nurse to come back to the hospital, I called Josh not 20 minutes into his appointment and asked him to pick me up and take me back. Luckily, Shallise was able to watch Lincoln for a while when we went.
The phantom pain went away while we were on our way to the hospital, but I felt like we needed to go to the hospital anyway since my labor contractions started the day before after the pain went away.
We were there for a while without any kinds of tests being done. I was frustrated, emotional and angry that they couldn't tell me what those pains were.
After they got my blood drawn and tested, they came to the conclusion that baby and I were fine and that we could go home.
Shallise dropped by the hospital to pass off Lincoln on her way home.
Last night was extremely emotional for me. We got the baby ready for bed, laid him down for the night and I couldn't hold in my emotions anymore. I started crying because I feel confused and stressed about all the changes that were in all of our immediate futures.
I am so blessed to be married to a man who gets me and who knows how to handle my meltdowns.
He told me to not focus on the next three months, not to focus on the next month, not the next two weeks, not even a week ahead of now. He coached me to only focus on tomorrow.
That advice helped me not only lower my stress and anxiety levels, but it helped me realized that I can't prepare for the future as much as I'd like to. I can't control my situation as much as I'd like to but its okay. All I can do at this point is to do a minimal amount of work around the house, kick my feet up, keep praying for mine and my son's health and grow a baby.
Everything else will fall into place and be taken care of.
Thanks for reading!
Mackenzie
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