Wow, I am SOOO tired. I'm tired because I haven't slept in a bit over 36 hours. I haven't slept in a bit over 36 hours because the little critter that has been growing in my wifes tummy is apparently in a hurry and trying to sneak up on his due date about two months early.
My wife is 33 weeks pregnant and has been having pre-term labor cramps for the last couple of days. Last night, shortly before going to bed, they started to come quite regularly, about 6 an hour. We called her OB GYN and they told us not to worry about and gave us some placebo advice. She toughed it out for a while, but when we climbed to over 8 contractions in an hour we both agreed it was time to head to the hospital.
The Doc says we did exactly the right thing and gave her a drug to stop the labor. 20 minutes after taking the last dose, her contractions started again, and through the following hours grew closer and closer together until around 330PM today they were coming only five minutes apart. She is not dilated so she is supposedly not ready to have the critter, but the Doc was honest with us that he can't explain the contractions, and so they have decided to keep her over night. They are also giving her a couple of steroid shots to speed up the baby's lung growth just in case they have to take him out early.
My son was born by emergency C section at 33 weeks and that was 20 years ago, so I'm fairly confident that if they do have to take this critter out at 32 weeks in this day and age, things will go well. I guess I'm nervous but not scared. In any case, they will not make that call for another 12 hours or so, so right now I am back at home with my 5 year old. As this is two months early, we had no one lined up to take care of my five year old, so I had to come back home to take care of her while my 20 year old son goes to work.
Either they convince the baby to wait (apparently someone forgot to inform the baby of the schedule) or else we are going to have another premature baby. I hate it when that happens. It's a horrible feeling seeing your little critter in an incubator with needles and tubes all over him. :-(
Yawn . . . Well, gotta go sit with my daughter for a while, get her a bath, and put her to bed. Then I can collapse until my son gets home at 10PM. Yawn . . .