A couple of hours after I returned home from yesterday’s OB appointment, I started experiencing some mild contractions. Although Dr. P had told me that he thought the membrane sweep would be successful and that I could go into labour as early as that night, I still didn’t really believe it. This certainly wasn’t the first time I’d had contractions during this pregnancy so there wasn’t much point in getting too excited.
To make matters a bit more complicated, I had received a call from the daycare earlier in the day, telling me that Littleman had a fever. That meant I had to pick him up and that he wasn’t allowed to return the next day (today). Of course, when I brought him home, he had no fever and was totally fine. But, it means that I can’t just worry about what my body is doing. I have to make sure he’s taken care of too!
Anyway, D got home from work and I started timing the contractions. We had dinner and hung out a bit. Contractions were about 7 minutes apart. I also noticed some pinkish mucus when I wiped, which was a first for me. Dr. P had warned that I may get some spotting after the internal exam, so I knew this was nothing to get excited about.
Around 7:30ish, we decided to call my mom. We figured it would make more sense to take Littleman over to her house to spend the night, rather than worrying about whether or not we would have to call her to come over to our place in the middle of the night. We packed up some stuff for him and D drove him there. I actually got a little emotional when they were leaving. This could be the last time that he was our only child!
After that, I had a shower and then relaxed on the couch a bit. Contractions continued but didn’t get any worse or closer together. I decided to get into bed a read for a bit. When things continued with no change, I finally turned off the light to try to rest between contractions. This is where timing them got tricky. I would relax and start to doze off. Then a contraction would start. I’d reach for my phone to start the timer on my app and then lie there through the contraction. But after a while, I guess I would doze off when the contraction ended without stopping the timer. The next contraction would come and my timer was all screwed up. I gave up and decided that rest was more important. I knew I wouldn’t sleep through any serious contractions and that I would certainly wake up if things were progressing.
After several hours of off and on contractions, lasting 7-10 minutes, things finally started to taper off. Somewhere between 3 and 5am,they stopped all together. Ugh.
I managed to get a couple of hours sleep after that. My mom still has Littleman and will bring him back a bit later today. If I’m feeling up for it, we may go somewhere to walk around for a bit. It’s freezing outside so we’ll have to hit up a mall or large store. We’ll see.
Needless to say, these false alarms are starting to frustrate me a bit. I know my baby boy will come when he’s ready, but I also know how much harder the labour will be if I’m already totally exhausted from a bunch of sleepless nights caused by false labour.
As D left for work early this morning, he reminded me that “good things come to those who wait.” I normally hate those kind of expressions, but he’s right. A strong, healthy baby is certainly worth waiting for!