At my OB visit the day before Thanksgiving, the doctor put me me on the fetal monitor for a while to make sure the placenta is functioning properly (a concern after multiple C-sections). I firmly believe I am carrying the wildest child ever to be monitored–they could hear it kicking through the walls. But the point is that I’m having contractions. Right now they’re little, irregular & ineffective, but the doctor said if it builds up like it looks like it’s trying to, I’m not going to make it to the 15th of December. (How ironic is that? I’ve carried three children to term and never once gone into labor, even when I reached 41+ weeks.)
The concern is uterine rupture. He said he’s only seen it happen once, to a woman who had had quite a few more C sections than I have. Nonetheless, we’re not allowed to be cavalier, especially considering I live two hours away from the doctor. Basically, for the next 2 1/2 weeks, if I have anything that peeps like real labor, I’m supposed to drop everything and head his way. So everybody please pray for a nice, quiet uterus for the next 2 weeks, 4 days and one night. Not that I’m counting.
Now…on to the real business of the weekend! Thanksgiving or not, it’s Sunday Snippets time. I have three posts to share:
Vignettes (a Thanksgiving post)