Restful... Ha ha ha

So.... October has brought some craziness to our lives. On the 9th Trevor had appointments down in Ogden all day. I had contractions all day and took care of the kids. By the time he was on his way home I was feeling so sick and taking a bath to try to get them to stop. He kindly stopped at Wingers to pick me up some gf fries and said when he got home we should probably just go into Labor and Delivery. I still wasn't convimced that we couldn't get them to stop just like every other night. (I'm realizing I don't have the energy to type this whole story).... So let's give the short version.

Finally at 10:30 we left for Labor and Delivery.

By 11:30 I was hooked up to monitors and they were concerned about the consistancy of my contractions

They ran a fetal fiber nectin (which if comes back negative should mean you will not go into labor within the next 2 weeks)

They checked me, I was a 0.

Contractions got closer.

Waited for the doctor to get there.

A couple hours later they checked me.... I was a 2.

They did an ultrasound, Baby A was breach.

They told me I was going to McKay Dee hospital either by ambulance or helicopter.

They gave me a shot that made me dizzy and loopy.

By 3 am they loaded me into the ambulance and let Trevor ride in the front.

Got settled at the new hospital, they checked me, I was a 3.

(this is the part that is a little fuzzy to me between drugs and stress)

They all started talking about what to expect.... having the babies right then.

A man from the NICU came and told us eveything that was going to be wrong with our 29 week old babies.

I lost it. Completely. I have never felt that way before in my life. I couldn't stop shaking.

My amazing Mom, Rob and husband stayed by me and worked me through calmind down.

Around 5/6 am. My mom called a co-worker (who is across the street). He and Trevor gave me a blessing.

They gave me a shot of morphine.

Within 10 minutes contractions flat lined. They went from being 1 1/2 apart to absolutely none.

I fell asleep and woke up every five minutes to say what drink or food I wanted once they let me.

Hours later they admitted me to the hospital for hospital bedrest.

It was an absolute miracle, in every way, that I did not deliver the babies that morning.

The first, probably 4/5 days were really rough. Absolutely everything sent me into stronger contractions. I didn't talk to the kids for days. Trevor slept in my hospital room. I stayed on a cathiter and an IV. I couldn't move or think or anything without it making things worse and nervous.

Things have gotten a lot better from that stand point. I have been here for 2 weeks and 1 day today (10/25/12). I have bathroom priveldges and 1 wheelchair ride a day if I feel up to it (I've only taken a few). I constistanly have contractions, generally, every 3 minutes apart. I take medicine every 6 hours to keep things at bay and end up getting a shot of some sort of medicine because things are picking up too much. I spend an enormous ammount of time on the monitors to watch babies heart rates and my contractions.

 I am now 31 weeks. The babies seem to be doing great. I see a high risk specialist twice a week. We ultrasound to check amniotic fluid and go over any concerns and talk about plans. I get to move to Logan Hospital on Halloween because I will be 32 weeks and they take babies at that point. So I am just growing these babies....

Do you think it's working??

It is exhausting and I have some really hard days. But I have constant love and support from friends and family. Overall though, I'm doing good and making it from one moment to the next... which always (seriously) brings something new. Please send us love and prayers and THANK YOU to all of you that have hugely helped with the kids so that Trevor can come and be with me every few days.

Hopefully it will still be awhile before we see these sweet babies faces! (Please comment!!!!)