Oh, baby girl.
This pregnancy is such an adventure for us.
We spent 4 hours last Wednesday (June 3) hooked up to a contraction monitor and a heartrate monitor in the Labor and Delivery wing of the hospital. You know, the one where we spent so much time in January and February!
This trip wasn't your fault though, we can thank your cousin Syd for this one.
I know you can hear voices now, and when you are born you will recognize the voices you've been hearing on a daily basis. Well, I have no doubt you will recognize Sydnee's squeals of disapproval - we hear them several times a day.
Before Wednesday's afternoon nap, however, Syd didn't think a squeal would quite get her point across. She wanted me to really *know* she wasn't ready for nap, so when I picked her up to carry her to bed, she threw herself backwards, arching her back.
It knocked me off balance and as I began to fall, I worried about knocking her head on the wood floor. I am not sure how exactly I contorted myself, but I caught myself on my left hand and left knee, and still had Syd in front of me holding her with my right arm. She must have had her feet straight out, because I somehow landed on her feet/legs - getting a hard kick to the belly in the process. I did keep her from hitting her head though, so I suppose it was mission accomplished.
It hurt Mommy right away, but I stood up and took her to her bed before going to lay on the couch for a few minutes.
I was having constant pain in my belly (I mean, I was just kicked pretty hard!) but no signs of anything terrible - no cramping, no bleeding or leaking fluid, etc. I was debating whether or not I should call your daddy but I didn't want to worry him, but your Nona called a few minutes later to ask me something.
I told her what happened and she assured me that everything was probably fine but said that I should go ahead and call my doctor. At that point I called your daddy and he agreed - he thought I should have already called the doctor by that point.
I really expected the OB nurse to say to lay down for a little while and take it easy and give me a few red flags to look for, but nope - instead she said "How quickly can you get here?". She asked me a bunch of questions, including if I had felt you move since the fall. I told her I had not, but it had only been about 30 minutes so I wasn't too concerned about it. She still wanted me to come in. I was shocked that it seemed like such a big deal, but I know its better to be safe than sorry, so I called Nona to come get Sydnee and called your daddy to come home and take me in to the doctor.
By the time we got to the doctor, a little over an hour since the fall, I still hadn't felt you move and was still in pain, so that's when I started getting worried. I was called back rather quickly and saw the doctor almost right away (compared to the usually longer waits for routine appts!). I was relieved that he was able to pick up your strong heartbeat on the doppler right away, and thought "Great! Baby Camryn is just fine. Thanks Doc. We'll be going now.. have a great night!" but I was wrong again. My doctor explained that a fall onto my belly is considered a "minor trauma" and automatically requires 4 hours of monitoring at L&D.
On one hand I was shocked and disappointed that our night would be spent strapped to another bed in L&D but on the other hand, I still hadn't felt you move and was relieved that we'd be able to really make sure you were okay.
We walked over to the hospital, were sent up to L&D and admitted to the very same room I had to stay overnight in during 1st Tri. We had my favorite nurse (Anita) and she got us all hooked up to the 2 monitors. The contraction monitor sat up high on my belly, and the heartrate monitor was placed just below and to the right of my belly button... after about 10 minutes with the monitors on, you got MAD. You did NOT like them one bit. You gave me the hardest kick you have ever given me, right at the heartrate monitor. You made my whole belly jump enough that your daddy could see it from across the room! And man that kick was loud over the monitor speaker (at the computer). Not 10 seconds later you kicked it again, and again, and again... enough that the nurse had to reposition it to get a good reading of your heart!
Over the course of that 4 hours, you never did get used to it being there. You would be calm and quiet for a few minutes, then get angry that we clearly weren't following your wishes and start kicking right at it again.
I was so relieved to feel your strong kicks, and so amused at your little show. I hate to say it, but it sounds like you've already inherited a little bit of your mommy's attitude. :) I'm sure your daddy is pleased.
As much as I originally felt like 4 hours in the hospital would be a nuisance, I have to admit that it was kind of nice to get to hear your heartbeat all evening.
I didn't register any contractions on the monitor, and your heartrate stayed in the 130s-140s most of the time (right in the middle of the normal range) so we were released around 9pm and I was told to just take it easy for the next few days and call if anything changes (if I start cramping, bleeding or leaking, if I feel a decrease in movement, or if the pain doesn't go away by the weekend). I was pretty sore the next day when I would bend over or twist a certain way, but the pain was no worse than a pulled or fatigued muscle. By Friday, all was pretty much back to normal.. just in time for us to head to Houston to visit with your Aunt Vicky and go to your Uncle Tim's High School Graduation. :)
We had a great time in Houston this weekend! It was (likely) the last time that me and your Aunt Vicky will ever be pregnant together (Rylan is due any time now!!). Its kind of crazy to think about that. I remember when she still lived at home before she graduated and when I was in 4th and 5th grade thinking she was just the coolest sister ever (even though she despised having her pesky little sister around!). I would sneak into her room when she wasn't home and go through her clothes and lay on her bed and just be in awe of her awesome room! It wasn't until I hit high school that we started getting a lot closer, and now here we are -- years later, happily married adults starting our families, and we get to share this experience with each other! It makes me even more excited about all that we have in store for us, knowing that I get to face this parenting adventure with her and you get to grow up with cousins so close to your age. We are truly blessed, sweet girl, by your presence in our lives and by our families being such a big part of this adventure.
At this point your cousin Rylan seems a little to comfortable incubating. He is due on Friday (just 4 short days) but Aunt V is still only 1cm dilated and "thinning out" (same progress as last week). If Rylan doesn't decide he's ready to grace the world with his presence this week, V will be admitted to L&D Sunday evening to be induced. If that's the case, we will head back down to Houston on Saturday to spend the last day prebaby with Vicky and Kevin and hopefully help ease her nerves/anxiety, and Mommy will be staying the majority of the week there to help out and get to know Rylan. You treated me pretty well in the car this past weekend, so I hope you do the same next weekend as well!
Before I go, I have to share these pictures. Vicky was 39w2d and I was 27w5d.
This first one is from Tim's graduation, I don't even look pregnant with that dress on! [Long story short about that - unfortunately he got very sick right before the graduation ceremony, vomiting with a very high fever of 104 at one point, so Nona had to take him to the ER and he didn't get to walk the stage. He was very disappointed, but we are still very proud of his accomplishment, whether he walked or not.]
This one was right before your daddy and I were heading back home. We wanted to take a picture of the 2 pregnant bellies together, but neither of us had showered yet - so they aren't the most beautiful photos, sorry!

Your daddy and your Uncle Kevin were cutting up and making jokes about our big bellies, so we subjected them to the same treatment -- back to back belly shots of their "sympathy bumps". It was hysterical.

Here's another one of me and V - we didn't know Andy was taking that photo, but I like the way it turned out.

And one more just for good measure.

You know, I have felt so HUGELY pregnant the last few weeks, but being around Vicky at 39weeks made me realize how far I still have to go. I cannot imagine what it will be like when I have a belly like that one! Yikes.