A little scare

Today started out fairly normal for a Sunday. I got to sleep in till almost 10! Lovely. I woke up and went to the bathroom. I had slept for 10 hours so I noticed when I wasn't in there peeing for 5 minutes like that scene from Dumb and Dumber, where it just keeps coming and coming. I shrugged and kept on moving. Went down stairs to join the boys and ate some breakfast. A few hours later Grayson was cuddling with me on the couch and kissing my tummy. A tummy that usually responds to his brothers affections, that wasn't. I shook up my tummy and drank some apple juice. Nothing. I walked around. I laid on my tummy. Nothing. Then I got worried. When had I last felt him move?! Yesterday? Last night? Then I panicked! I had two fairly large contractions last night, what if something was really wrong?! I had not been drinking enough water, I knew that, maybe I had dried him up... fears of a first timer I know.

I called my friend Di to see if she would take Grayson so we could go to the hospital and check babies heartbeat. No answer! Of coarse I knew she was at church but that didn't stop me from trying again. And again. And again. And text. And again. I know I am a total stalker. I also called the labor and delivery unit at the hospital and asked if I could come in for a heart rate check and they said they would see me when we got there.

I would have just dropped G at another friends house, but 2 Friday's ago her son exposed G to hand, foot and mouth. Its a common childhood illness but highly contagious. Mostly just annoying but no one wants their kiddo sick. They have been our only source of company for a week.

We loaded us all in the van and headed in the general direction of Di's church while I kept calling her. We got there and I went in. I looked through the doors of the chapel and found them in the exact chairs I had sat in when I went with her last fall. Thank goodness they are such creatures of habit. I went in as quietly as I could and slid in next to her. I asked her if I could talk to her outside.

We walked out in the lobby, I know she immediately knew something was wrong... I was in a church for the love of Pete! I broke down as soon as she asked what was up. I told her and asked if she would watch G while we went. Of coarse she said yes. He happily went with her to play on the playground while the service finished up and they could head to her house.

We made it to the hospital and admitted me. (even got one of those cool bracelets) They took me to Triage and immediately hooked me up to the heart rate monitor. Phew! Fantastic baby heart rate! We were so happy. She asked me if I would like something to drink so I asked for OJ to see if he would wake up. Minutes after my first sip he was moving and kicking. Booger. I drank my juice and lay there for 30 minutes to make sure his HR was normal and consistent. It was. The nurse said my lack was water the last few days contributed to the lack of urine this a.m.- go figure.

We were so happy! I can not imagine losing another child, especially the same week we lost the last one. I know there are no guarantees in life and I am glad we were spared this time. Afterward we went to Baja Fresh for a lovely lunch and then picked up G.

It has been a long day. I am mentally exhausted. I am thankful that both of my boys are ok and healthy. Now to get through this pregnancy in one (mental) piece.