The Hospital

As of today, I have officially been out of the hospital for as many days as my last extended stay.  Whew!!!  What a relief!!  I know there are more days (and nights) in there once the baby arrives, but for now I'm glad to have gotten a bit of a break.  I've still been there each day for monitoring, but that only lasts for about an hour, so it's a breeze by comparison.

I had Chris bring me my little point and shoot camera after I had been in for a few days to record my constant views.  There was a lot of this, water water water, just like at home, except in bigger jugs.  I also started craving apple juice, so there were always a few containers of that around as well.

On the morning of my 4th day, the doctor came in and informed me that they would be keeping me for yet another 24 hours, but the good news was that they were transferring me to a bigger room.  I know she was trying to cushion the blow a bit, and I appreciated the gesture and the bigger room, but as soon as she left I burst into tears.  I didn't want a better room, I just wanted to go home with my family!  Chris eventually had to leave for work, and I was feeling so grumpy that I ordered some root beer with my lunch as a means of consolation.  It helped a little.

One benefit of being at the hospital so much is that I met lots of the nurses, and OBs...and check in people, lab people, the CT scan lady, the ER people, the cleaner, etc.  On one of my visits the first week, when I walked up to the desk where you get registered before you're admitted, instead of saying, "Name?  Birthday? Doctor?" the lady said, "Erin, what is your birthday again?"  A few days later a different lady said, as I was still several feet away, "Hi Erin.  Going up to OB I assume?  Sorry, I can't remember your birthday, when is it again?"  I was surprised the first time, "Aww man, they know my name?!"  But now I think it's kind of sweet when the nurse brings me a granola bar, and says, "I know you had blueberry last time, but we're out of those, so how about..."

One morning when one of the nurses was hooking me up to the monitors I asked Chris to get me my chap stick from my purse.  The nurse said, "Oh you left one of those here last week.  Yeah, so and so grabbed it and was like, 'Oh, that's Erin's.'  So we just put it behind the counter and figured we'd give it to you the next time that you were in."

This was before I was in for daily monitoring.  I hate to be so predictable like that. :)  But I did think it was funny, and they put one of my little stickers on it too, which I thought was funny too.

We have spent a lot of time staring at this thing.  First for contractions, and most recently for the baby's heart rate.  I mentioned before how my contractions are much worse in the evenings, including when I'm sleeping, so initially the nurse would come in and give me shots to make them calm down.  But since they aren't doing those anymore the nurse would come in and wake me up to go to the bathroom.  Isn't that strange?  I'm already going a million times on my own, but someone would come in and say, "Erin, you've had 7 contractions in the last 30 minutes, so why don't you empty your bladder and see if that helps?"  I appreciated it, but this also meant that I was literally up at least once an hour every hour.  Never reaching REM sleep for a few nights in a row kept me from being rested, even if I did nothing but "rest" all day long.

And do you see that thing in the corner that was daunting me as well?

The cervical dilation chart.  Even though I know this stage is coming, it's still stressful to have this chart sitting across the room staring at me.  I spent lots of time frowning at it.  I was glad to leave it behind.

Luckily, we've had some wonderful friends help us out over the last few weeks and I don't know what we would have done without them!!  Several people kept Jayce during the mornings so that Chris could be at the hospital with me and talk with the doctor when she came in.  Other people stayed at the house with Jayce at night so that Chris could be at the hospital with me overnight.  Others have kept us in their thoughts and prayers and encouraged me throughout the day with their calls, texts, emails and facebook messages.  Both of our moms were able to come to town for a few days and played with Jayce, cleaned the house, cooked us meals, and helped me get some of the 'baby things' ready.  It has been so helpful!

Some of our friends even brought an ice cream cake to the hospital for us and I was discharged the next morning.  Apparently the baby just needed a little Dairy Queen!  I wish we had thought of that sooner.

 

 

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Some April Catch-Up

Now that I am (kind of) caught up on the thing that has been dominating our brains and schedules these past few weeks (our hospital stays) I can catch up for a minute on some of the other things that have been happening in our lives. I started this in April and never finished it. So today is the day.

On Jayce

Remember how Jayce was sick continuously for about 2 months? Off the top of my head I don't remember how many prescriptions and doctor's appointments we had to try to get him healthy again, but we eventually went to an allergist because our doctor thought that was probably the root of his recurrent infections. We saw the allergist, she did the scratch test (ugh), and also took blood to test his antibodies and test for further allergens. She sent us home with a few inhalers to add to the antibiotics that he was already on, and wanted me to stop the allergy medicine that we had been giving him.

About 5 days later he had kicked the infection that he had when we saw her, and I was delighted that he didn't start having any more symptoms a few days later. When we saw her after 2 weeks, she exclaimed, "He looks like a completely different kid! Before I was sure he was going to be allergy boy, and we were going to have to just put him in a bubble, but now he looks great!" I agreed.

It turns out that, oddly, he doesn't have any allergies. Everything that they tested him for came back great: he didn't have bad reactions to anything, and all of his antibodies and everything that they were testing came back with great results. So she downshifted to him just using an inhaler and a nose spray once at night, and that's it! That visit was over 2 weeks ago, and he's been perfect ever since. What a relief!

Although the night of the allergist appointment was the first time that I went into pre-term labor. So is that how it goes when you have multiple kids? As soon as one of them is healthy the other starts demanding your attention? It seems that way. But I'm so glad that Jayce is healthy now, I can't imagine how much extra stress that would have added if he'd been really sick when we were in the middle of all of these hospital visits and everything else.

On Chris

Chris has finally finished his Templeton Lecture traveling for the year. This school year, in addition to the normal teaching, grading, mentoring and advising, he also presented lectures at Western Kentucky University, Eastern Kentucky University, Butler University, Cincinnati Christian University, Illinois Wesleyan University, Yale University, Chicago University, and Emmanuel School of Religion. He was going to lecture at UCLA and teaching at a conference at Pepperdine University the first week of May, but had to cancel those because of all of the craziness of these last few weeks.

It has been really interesting to hear about each of these trips and learn how other Universities function, how they treat lecturers in these situations, and the feedback that Chris has received. Furthermore, each university typically has a reception and/or dinner after the lecture, so I'm always intrigued to learn how the faculty at the other schools feel about their positions, and what sort of benefits or trials that they have at their particular institutions. Since Chris and I have worked or studied at 5 different universities I'm always interested to see how they all compare to one another, and it's fun to get an insider's perspective. Chris enjoyed presenting at the different institutions, meeting other people and networking, and the feedback and reception that he received, but is also glad to be done with it for now. The traveling is tiring, time consuming and can be stressful, and we have enough other stresses around here for now.

On the House:

Closets

(Yikes! I hate to start a section with a picture like this, but, oh well.)

Last month Mom came to town while Chris was away at a conference and we did a major overhaul of the upstairs. We needed to move all of my work/craft stuff out of my craft room, so that we could move the baby stuff in and turn it into a nursery.

First on the agenda was to clean out the overflowing closet, which I had been neglecting in a major way. We sat in my old craft room for a little bit and I just looked at Mom helplessly and would say, "I don't know where to put this stuff. I don't know where to start. I don't know a better way to do it." I think it was the unfortunate combination of being tired, pregnancy brain indecisiveness, and putting off organizing some of my stuff until it becoming an overflowing mess. I was happy to just let her take over and tell me where to start. She kept saying, "Which things do you use the most? What do you need access to every week and what do you only use occasionally?" It was so helpful and a perfect place to start.

We got rid of some, organized some, and relocated the rest.

All of the craft room stuff was split between the basement and the guest room, and we moved the sewing machine into the guest room closet. I now am a very happy owner of a "Craft Closet." :) The guest room is the largest bedroom upstairs, with the biggest closet, and the one that gets used the least, so it made sense that it would be the room serving double duty. Mom organized everything tidily, and I was so so grateful. It's not beautiful yet, as in "colorful and fun and pretty to look at," but I think that the clean and organized factor makes it really beautiful!!

The Room We Change Annually

A few years ago Mom and Chelsea helped me paint and fix up this room and make it into an office and surprise Chris. (the picture above.) About a year later we realized that Chris almost never used this room since he has an office at work, and that I would make better use of it since my various creative things were in little stations all over the house. I never did get a picture of the room in it's second stage, the craft room stage, but this year it made it's final change into a nursery.

Mom painted the nursery this gorgeous cool gray color that I LOVE!! I just love the light in there. Even from downstairs I love to look up and see how much brighter and softer the room looks with it's new makeover, even though I can't see the details. (I'll share more nursery pictures later in another post, or they will completely take this one over.) Patsy had been in town the week before and helped me put together Jayce's toddler bed and bedding, so the kids' rooms are set up and ready to go!

Random

This was Chris and Jayce's favorite way to torment me last month. When Jayce got out of the bathtub, Chris would ask him, "Do you want socks that match or don't match?" As I'm sure you can imagine, he would typically pick the "don't match" option, and they would both giggle mischievously as Jayce paraded around in front of me in them. There were plenty of days when I was too tired to change him out of perfectly good and clean socks just because they didn't match. There were also plenty of days that I did.

And now I think we're pretty much caught up on April. Hopefully I can get caught up on May before June arrives. Or before baby arrives. Who knows which will come first?

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Bed Rest-Home and the Hospital and Home Again

A few weeks ago when I found out I was on bed rest I was really bummed. Initially we were very worried about the baby and I, but after discovering that we were both in very good health, and that the bed rest was more of a precaution since it seemed like I was going into labor every day, then I became kind of annoyed. Obviously not with the doctor or the baby or anything, just with the situation. It was a terrible feeling to feel so helpless.

I laid or sat on the couch and tried not to feel frustrated that there was nothing that I could do. I couldn't do anything to stop the contractions, or ensure that the baby was big enough or far enough along when she was delivered other than just sit.

I tried not to think about the unfinished nursery or other projects that I had thought I still had time to finish before baby arrived. I had been pacing myself well, even mapping out specific steps for the last 2 weeks of April and first week of May so that all of the baby "projects" were finished before my 36th week of pregnancy. Little did I know that I would have less than 36 weeks to wrap everything up.

I noticed that Chris tidied up the house differently than I used to throughout the day. (Though he may argue that I didn't tidy during the day given the state it is sometimes in when he gets home.) But really, I couldn't impose my own rules on him when he was already doing so much. Things like, I can deal with toys on the floor while Jayce is still awake and in play mode, but I cannot deal with clutter and crumbs on the kitchen table. Don't ask me why, but even when the other surfaces are not clean, I feel a sense of calm when that table is clean, so I used to clear it regularly throughout the day. But instead, I made myself ignore the inevitable clutter that came from 3 people being in the house all day every day.

But then I went to the hospital and was there for 6 out of 7 days in a row. And when I came home, I discovered that my perspective on the couch, and to do lists, and clutter had changed.

Now, I am just so happy to have this little guy around me all day again. It's frustrating to not be able to do much with him, particularly when he is calling for me to come help him with something, wants me to play with something that I can't, or is pushing Chris' patience to the limit and I normally would step in, but now I can't.

But luckily I can still snuggle with him on the couch. We can still watch movies together, he can still tell me about everything that's going on around him, and there are a few games and things he can sit and do with me on the couch. Chris brings him into bed in the morning and we all snuggle and giggle together. And since I'm back home with my camera nearby, I can still annoy him by taking his picture all of the time.

It had been a crazy few weeks with me in the hospital, Jayce with a friend or sitter while Chris ran back and forth between each of us and work. So now, even though this bed rest isn't a perfect situation, I'm just so glad to have my family all together again.

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There is No Way This Baby is Going to Cook Peacefully Until June, AKA 35 Weeks

It seems slightly ridiculous to post about the pregnancy in terms of "what's going on now and what the plan is for now" because this changes on a daily basis.  Monday I posted my recap of last week, but by the evening it had already changed.  Again.

The reality of the bed rest has been a little different than what I had been anticipating because I have been in the hospital more than I've been at home. It has it's pros, the biggest and most obvious being that the baby is monitored constantly and the nurses and doctor are checking up on me and what is going on.

The cons are also pretty obvious: the hospital bed, the hospital food, the lack of my own bed/couch/pillow, the hospital tv, being uncomfortably strapped to different monitoring devices, etc.

But we're making the best of it.  Over the weekend Jayce was with his grandparents so we brought my computer, Chris went out and got dinner a movie, he sat in bed with me and we hung out.  And we took this hideous picture, but you're supposed to look hideous when you've been in the hospital constantly, right?

I was in Thursday night, Friday night and Sunday night with contractions.  They kept me overnight Sunday into Monday night, because the baby's heart rate had dipped, and they need to monitor me for 24 hours whenever that happens.  I also need to come in the next 4 days in a row, for an hour, to be monitored and see if it happens again.  When I came in Tuesday morning for this monitoring it dipped, and then again that night and Wednesday morning, so I won't leave until Thursday at the earliest.  It has been a long stay.

The very good news, among all of this craziness, is that the baby is doing really well.  Every time that there is a dip in her heart rate, the doctor does an ultrasound to check things out, make sure she still has lots of amniotic fluid, she's not in distress, etc, and everything has been fine every time.  She has a part of the cord by her hands, and another part by her feet, so they think that she is just grabbing the cord or pressing against it or something, which causes her heart rate to drop, but then it picks back up and all is normal.  There haven't been any long spells or lots of frequent dips, but anything over 30 seconds warrants being watched, so they're keeping an eye on her.

The doctor has also changed her mind about giving me the terb for contractions.  She's worried that I've had too much of it too close together, so they want to avoid giving me more.  So what does that mean for the next few weeks?  I'm not sure.  If I'm still pregnant and having these dips in the heart rate at 37 weeks, they'll induce me.  But since they aren't stopping the contractions anymore then I might have her before then anyway.

Or everything could calm down and this baby will be full term.  It would be kind of funny if that happened after all of the craziness of the past few weeks, but it's always a possibility.

Regardless of how or when the labor ends up happening, we're really thankful that everything is okay.  This is obviously inconvenient, but being inconvenienced is obviously very preferable to there being a big problem with the health of the baby or I.  It seems like all of this monitoring is to rule out a major problem, so for now I'm just grateful to have such good care.

 

 

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34 Weeks and Bed Rest

The past week has been somewhat of a crazy blur, and I can hardly remember what has happened from one day to the next. The short of it is that baby and I are both okay, the long of it is, well, too long to recount entirely.

What's Going On

The doctor originally thought that I was overdoing throughout the day, and that being purposeful about adding rest times throughout the day would settle down my contractions. I never really got to follow through with this advice though, because that evening I was having crazy contractions and it took 3 shots of terb to slow them down. After that night I was put on complete bed rest.

The bed rest helps some, on some days. But on other days, despite literally going from bed in the morning to the couch, I still ended up coming to the hospital with too many contractions. A few times they even started when I was in that "ideal pregnant position," laying down flat and on my left side. The doctor said to come to the hospital if I had more than 5-6 contractions in an hour, and the times I came in I was having between 9-11 per hour.

So for now I'm continuing the bed rest and hoping for the best.

The Hospital, Contractions, and Terb

There have been 2 instances now where I've come to the hospital for something, and while I was being monitored they noticed that the baby's heart rate dipped. Both of those instances required overnight stays, 24 hours of monitoring, and coming back subsequent days to be monitored for a bit. In addition to this I've been back a half a dozen times with contractions that needed to be settled down. Basically, in the last 10 days since I switched to a local doctor and hospital, I've been here 9 days out of the 10, and 2 of those days I was here twice. So needless to say, we are thrilled about the switch, not only because I'm getting really incredible care from the doctors and nurses, but we are saving a lot of money on gas! :)

The doctor has been giving me "terb" (terbutaline) to temporarily stop my contractions, and so far this seems to be working. Once I'm admitted they monitor me a bit and see how fast the contractions are coming, give me a shot of the terb every 20 minutes until the contractions subside, and then watch me for another hour to make sure it has all settled down. Before, the thought was that with bed rest and occasional terb shot, I could keep labor at bay. But on Thursday, Friday and Sunday evening I was in with contractions even though I had been on bed rest.

One disadvantage to terb is that though it does relax your uterus so that it will stop contracting, it also makes your heart race and you feel jittery. My hands will shake for about 15-20 minutes (sometimes longer) after getting the shot, and when I finally calm down I'm exhausted. Last night they had to wake me up 3 separate time throughout the night to give me a shot to calm the contractions, so I was really bummed 1.) to get woken up after managing to fall asleep in the hospital bed, 2.) to be woken up to get a shot - not fun, 3.) to not be able to go back to sleep for a while afterward because my heart was racing. Yuck. But overall it helps, and I am grateful.

(I took this pic of my pile of admittance bracelets a week ago, it is literally double this size now.)

What Now

Last Friday when I saw the doctor she decided to give me a series of 2 steroid shots just in case the pre-term labor continued and the baby was born early. This will help the baby's lungs and brain to be better developed when she's born-it won't hurt her if she goes full term and it will help if she comes early.

I'm still on bed rest, just to keep things from progressing any more than they already are. I'm only allowed to get the terb shot until I reach 36 weeks, which is next Tuesday, at which point they will just let me go into labor. The doctor says that a baby born at 36 weeks is as viable as a baby born full term, and that the steroids will help with this. Apparently it is also common for some women to just start contracting at 33-34 weeks, and then for it to stop completely and they deliver at full term, so that is always a possibility as well.

But if I had to guess, I'd say this baby is coming next week. It appears that no matter what we do my body is trying to give birth now, and once we aren't stopping it, it will happen. Just a guess though.

How is Baby?

The little lady is doing great! We've gotten to see her on the ultrasound 3 times in the last 10 days, and everything looks good. Yesterday the doctor told me that her sonogram "score" (kind of like the apgar score when babies are born) was perfect. All of her organs are fully formed and look great, she has a good amount of amniotic fluid, placenta is good, etc. She is about 5 1/2 lbs so she'll be a bit of a peanut if she's born on Tuesday, but still a healthy enough size. We got to see her sweet little face a few times too, and I was excited to see that she has chubby little cheeks and some hair already.

Even though the doctor thinks it is okay for her to be born after Tuesday, I'm going to do my best to keep her in there as long as I can, though I obviously don't have much control. If she needs to go to the NICU then she'll need to be transferred to another hospital, and I'm trying not to think about me recovering from labor in one hospital while she is in another. We're hoping for the best and just praying that she remains safe and healthy.

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Easter Day

Okay, so my Easter posts are mixed in amongst the "other things that are going on" posts, which is against my usual desire to document things chronologically. But given how crazy our post-Easter week was, I'm deciding to let myself off of the hook and make an exception.

We started off our Easter morning with a fun little Easter egg hunt for Jayce around the house. It was nice having Justin and Tasha in town so they could enjoy the hunt as well, and they helped distract Chris from "helping" Jayce find the eggs. (I'm always trying to quiet his, "Jayce, look by the fridge!" assistance. But it's better than last year when he would go stand beside the eggs, point down to it and say, "Buddy, look, here's one!") Maybe next year I'll just give Chris a bucket too.

In true Jayce form, he had a little system for egg collecting and organizing. We tried to get him to just take his bucket and run around to collect the eggs, but he quickly realized that discovering the contents of the eggs were just as important as finding the eggs. So he would run around and gather up 2-3 eggs, then take them into his little station in the kitchen, open them up, put the candy in one bucket, and the eggs in another. He then rushed back around for another round of eggs.

Just before church I made everyone head outside for a few family photos, in true Easter Sunday form.

I couldn't resist getting a shot of my guys all dressed up,

or of Jayce's fun weekend playmates. Jayce actually kept calling them "my friends Uncle Justin and Aunt Tasha." As in, "Mom, I show my friend Uncle Justin my bike?" It was sweet.

After church we came home and some friends came over for Easter dinner. We had all sorts of good food and it was fun to have family in town to eat a big meal with, especially since we don't normally have that. Jayce insisted on helping Justin with the potatoes, so I grabbed a few quick shots of the potato mashing partnership.

It was a great holiday, wrapped up that evening with some egg dyeing, and lots of chocolate nibbling.

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Premature Labor, Crazy Contractions and Switching Doctors...Again. 33 Weeks

Last Monday, a little over a week ago, I had an appointment with a new doctor. My last trip to see my old doctor included her being rude and unnecessarily condescending (yet again), and we decided that we'd had enough of it. I met with another doctor in the practice who was perfectly fine, and since she was seeing me for the first time at 33 weeks, we had this conversation.

So, have you had any complications in this pregnancy that I need to know about?

Me: Nope.

Her: Do you have any questions for me?

Me: Nope. But I'm supposed to be going to Kentucky this weekend and staying there next week while my husband is away for work. Is that okay? Do you have any concerns about that?

Her: No. Just be sure to take a copy of your prenatal care, just in case.

That was Monday.

On Tuesday night, I started having lots of contractions out of nowhere. While I was sitting at the table, feet up, drinking water and chatting casually with Chris, I had 5 contractions in 20 minutes. I went to lay down and called the nurse. While I was talking to her and then waiting for her to call me back I had 3 more in that same hour. In the next hour I had 12 more. The nurses strapped me to a monitor and discovered that the contractions were coming every 3-5 minutes, and I was dilated 1 cm. They gave me some medicine to stop the contractions, and sent me home. The medicine didn't stop them completely, but made them less regular, which I was told was the goal.

On Wednesday I tried to talk to my doctor all day. I wanted to ask about the night before, what could have brought this on seemingly out of nowhere, what advice she had for me regarding Braxton Hicks in the future, was it still fine for me to go to Kentucky, etc. I never talked to her.

The nurse called me back a few times, I would ask her a question, and she would tell me she'd call me back. The nurse was giving me answers, but not really listening to me, a few times cutting me off in the middle of a question to give me an abrupt answer. My general response was to still count the Braxton Hicks, and regarding going to Louisville I was told, "Well, there's no guarantee that you won't go into pre-term labor again. So just make sure you have a copy of your pre-natal care with you just in case." Thanks. Very reassuring.

That evening was more of the same. Lots of contractions, though not quite 12 per hour like the night before. The nurse who had discharged me from the hospital told me not to worry about the contractions unless I couldn't talk or smile through them. I thought, "Well yes, I'll come back in if I'm IN LABOR, but what about the Braxton Hicks in the meantime?!" We weren't sure what to do, but stuck around the house that evening and tried to get some sleep, thinking we'd get up if they got worse.

On Thursday I was so fed up with my "care" that I decided to switch doctors again, to someone who I know in town and have heard excellent things about. She had delivered several friend's babies, she was close, and the hospital she would deliver in was super close. (Literally 4 minutes from our home, instead of 40 at the other doctor and hospital.) I called to see if she could get me in and she did the next morning.

I tried to take it extra easy that day. A friend kept Jayce that morning so that I could sleep. I stayed off of my feet for the afternoon. We all went out of town that night for dinner and made a quick trip to the mall. There was no dawdling, Chris dropping me off at one door and picking me up at another after we had made our 3 stops. But that was too much. As soon as we got home I was horizontal for the rest of the night. A few hours later as I was falling asleep, I had 5 in 10 minutes. In the next 10 minutes I had 3 more.

We thought that these contractions were maybe brought on because I was just exhausted or had overdone it, and should try to sleep. We decided that if they kept up for the next half hour that we would go to the hospital. We kept comforting ourselves saying that we would be talking to a doctor in the morning (the one we were switching to) and would get some answers then.

On Friday I met my new doctor and she was amazing. I told her about my crazy week. She then proceeded to do a full work up on me, and a full exam - she even checked my ears! :) She took blood to test, and given my premature labor scare and subsequent evenings of contractions, she recommended a steroid shot that would give a boost to the baby's lungs and brain to development, just in case she decided to make an early entrance. I told her how I had been losing my voice a bit and coughing more that week, trying to completely kick the cold that I'd had a few weeks before, and she put in a call to my general practitioner about getting me a different inhaler that would help me better. While we were talking I was having several contractions, so she called up to have me monitored after my visit with her was over.

Also, she talked to me. What a difference it made to just be able to get some answers!! Even as I was sitting hooked up to the machine I realized that I was so much calmer to have had someone listen to me and talk through what they were thinking!! She told me she didn't think I should go to Kentucky. I called Chris and told him I couldn't go, and that he should cancel his trip to California for the next week and he did. We were both surprised to discover how relieved we felt. We didn't mind changing our plans at all, we just wanted to get a doctor's opinion and were happy to follow whatever they had thought was best! She pointed out the fact that if the baby came early than she would need to stay in a NICU in Kentucky, which we had thought of, but also that there are areas in the drive between here and Louisville where there is nothing for 1-2 hours at a time, and the trouble we would be in if something would happen with the baby in one of those areas.

Furthermore, the steroid shot needed to be given in 2 doses, 24 hours apart. I was to have the first one on Friday, so I'd need the next one on Saturday. That was our answer. I was staying home, and we were being taken care of.

This post is perhaps already too long, and the "story" of our crazy week has more to it, but the good news is that baby and I are both okay. I am still just trying to process the busy and hospital filled week, and how in one week's time I went from having "no concerns" over the pregnancy to 5 visits to the hospital, 1 overnighter, and now bed rest.

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