Small Scare....

Monday morning, my usual not being able to breathe episode seemed to last longer than usual. Well then I started worrying that if I wasn't able to breathe then Gavin probably wasn't getting enough oxygen either. I decided to come into work just to make sure the March 15th extensions all got out OK, good employee that I am :-). Well the longer I thought about not being able to breathe the harder it was to breathe so I left work about 30 minutes after I got there. On the way home I had my first of what I assume was a panic attack. Lots of hysterical crying and hyperventilating (not my proudest moment). When I finally got in touch with Clay, he told me to call the Dr. and see what they said. Of course they didn't want to tell me just to relax and take a nap, just in case it was something a lot more serious, so they told me to go to the ER. Well that started my second and hopefully last EVER panic attack. So Clay has to come and get me, help me get dressed b/c I am so out of breath I can't even get back out of my pj's. Then he asks me if I had been having any contractions. Well I just had noticed one and then several minutes later, here comes another. By the time we got to the ER, they were about a minute apart and really strong. So by now I am SERIOUSLY freaking out b/c no matter which due date I use 4/28 or 5/10, it is WAY too early for Gavin to make his arrival. Now I know in the back of my mind that they will give me something to make the contractions stop if they think it is too early, but at this point, rational thoughts are not making it through. Poor Clay is so worried about me and the fact that I can not calm down, I think he was on the verge of panic.

Well after all that excitement I start calming down once I am in the Labor ward and they tell me that Gavin is perfectly fine, that my O2 levels are at 100% and my cervix is as tight as a drum. But they decide to give me a thing of fluids and some kind of shot to stop the contractions and calm me down. I can not remember what the name of the shot was, but let me tell you, if you are EVER offered a shot that the name begins with a V, please ask them how bad it is going to hurt, just to make sure it is not the same one. If I had known before hand how bad that one shot would hurt, I would never have let them give it to me. I seriously thought I was about to loose control of ALL bodily functions at once. I have NEVER been in that much pain in all of my life. Afterwards she admitted that as far as she knew that was the most painful shot made. Well I fully believe her.

So after all that I got home and slept from 11:30 Monday until 5:45 this morning, give or take a few hours.