What a WEEK!

This has been a week of many trials but even more blessings.

Sunday on our way into church I slipped and fell in the parking lot. In a huge puddle soaking my dress and scraping my hands and knees. Boo hoo. I trudged into church and got as cleaned up as I could and had my little one protesting the abrupt wake up call for the rest of the day but he proved that he was fine with all that movement.

Later that night (a week ago today) as my father was heading downstairs to bed he tripped over the "puppy gate"(The gate that is at the top of the stairs to prevent their little Yorkie Lucy from making the bottom of the stairs her own personal potty.) There are claw marks on the wall where he tried to catch himself. He suffered a severe compound fracture of his left wrist and was pretty banged up. {now friends I have considered posting a picture of his wrist prior to being reset but I thought such a graphic image might be disturbing to readers, lets just say it was bad and it literally made my knees shake and I WORK in the ER and see stuff like that on a pretty regular basis!!!}

That however was not the end of the excitement for the night as my mother was rushing my dad to the hospital she hit a huge Buck at the top of the hill in her brand new (to her) car which she had had for less than two weeks at that point. She called the police and explained that my dad was in serious pain from his wrist and that she would like to keep going, they told her they would just meet her at the hospital.

When at the hospital the police told her she really should not be driving her car anywhere. All of my siblings showed up to help "take care" of my parents my big brother even drove the hour and a half down from Pocatello to come make sure all was going to be alright.

My parents spent Monday at the family doctors office to have my Dad's blood pressure checked and to alleviate the pressure that the splint had put on Dad's arm, which was black and blue and swollen to epic proportions. Tuesday was spent with the orthopedic surgeon to check his arm too swollen to cast come back on Thursday. I actually went to the Thursday appointment and they re-splinted his arm which was swollen even more AND black and blue and yellow all the way from his sausage like fingertips to his elbow.

Later Thursday night I just wasn't feeling so great, I had been having contractions on and off all day long but as I went out to book club at my parents house I knew something was up. I tried to ignore it, stupid braxton hicks but my mom could tell that something was up as soon as I walked in the door. As book club ended it was too the point I couldn't catch my breath and there were some other things going on that lead me to believe it would be a good idea to head up to the hospital to at least get checked out.

My brother and sister in law came over and picked up Miss Daisy and Mr. Chase and I headed up to the hospital. After a myriad of test and being monitored and discovering I had dilated to 3 cm and was 70% effaced I was actually in Labor. Which at 34 weeks was not a good thing. So they loaded me up with drugs to stop my labor they opted to keep me overnight to monitor things and continually drug me ever 4 hours.

Friday morning my doctor came in and told me that since Henry is still so young they wanted to give me the rounds of steroid shots to help his lungs develop. HOLY COW talk about a major shot, they sent me home and I could hardly move for the rest of the day, which is good because I'm on pretty strict bed rest. I can get up to go to the bathroom and if I do much more than that my contractions return with a vengeance.

Meanwhile Friday afternoon, my sisters husband had surgery on his shoulder, which thankfully went well. My sister brought me Grace right before her husband went into surgery. Grace was pretty content watching movies and playing with toys for the better part of the afternoon. Which in itself was a small miracle.

Saturday I had to return to L&D for my second steroid shot, to be rechecked and have Henry monitored. My mom took me up and didn't even laugh when I got my shot and held my hand when the nurse tried to touch my brain from the wrong end. Good news, I haven't progressed anymore so the medicine is working and more good news Henry is head down!!! Hurray!

Henry was a little stinker though and wouldn't perk up enough to pass the make sure his heart rate accelerates enough over a period of time so they ordered a biophysical ultrasound to be done, but low and behold there was a trauma one down in the ER and there was a 6 hour wait to get an ultrasound so rather than keep me all day, Henry decided that the sound of the monitor was really starting to bug him so he did the appropriate accelerations and they finally sent me home. No having to wait for the ultrasound. And good news my mom was able to go get the majority of her errands ran while I watched the better part of Dances With Wolves- the music in that movie alone makes it worth watching.

So now I'm home heavily medicated feeling pretty miserable BUT STILL PREGNANT and lounging about in bed, ha ha ha, is that possible when there is an almost three year old about?