Just when I thought this pregnancy couldn’t get any harder, yesterday happened. I passed out, cold, in the driveway, draped over the passenger seat of our car, and Jeffrey had to find a way out of the car, run inside, and find his daddy. Seriously, what is wrong with me?!
Earlier in the day, (after the repair guy put in the new hot-water heater and my husband was home early from work to help the guy) I decided I had to have some Mexican food from my favorite new hole-in-the-wall. DFM didn’t want to go, so I figured I would take Jeffrey and we would have some nice time alone- he really likes it when we do that, and he likes Mexican food as much as I do. The place is really close to our house, and I felt fine. Drive there, waddle inside, sit, eat, waddle out, drive home, no problem, right?
Things started out ok- we got our food (delicious!) and were discussing baby names, dogs, cartwheels and other four-year-old topics- when all of the sudden I felt ill. I grabbed Jeffrey and ran to the bathroom, and was sick. Not so unusual, really. But when we got back to the table, I felt a little lightheaded, and told Jeff we had to go. I went to pay and have his food put in a box, and the guy at the counter asked me if I needed an ambulance. I kinda laughed, said I was fine, and I just needed to go home.
Jeffrey was climbing in the car, trying to buckle his food-box in a seat belt when the contractions hit- and I almost doubled over. The were wrapping around my back, and this is not a joy I had with either of the boys. The pain was insane- I could hardly breathe, but we were already in the car, and home was only a few blocks away. In retrospect, I probably wasn’t thinking clearly, but I just wanted to get home, asap. As we were turning into our neighborhood, I started to hear “crickets” in my ears, the ringing got louder and louder, and my vision was tunneling- I don’t know how I actually got home, but I was praying out loud the whole way.
As soon as I pulled in the driveway, I passed out. Somehow Jeffrey got out, got my husband and he got me in the house. I don’t remember much, except when I came to, I was in agony. The contractions were shaking my whole body, and I couldn’t even catch my breath. My husband called my doctor and of course, he said to take me to the hospital. DFM’s Aunt came over immediately to watch the kids, and we left.
We spent the evening in the LDR ward at the hospital. By the time we got there, the contractions had eased up to every 12-14 minutes, and I was able to stay conscious. They ran some tests, checked the baby, checked me and watched us for a couple of hours. The doctor had no idea why I passed out, but the baby was fine. We went home.
Now, I can’t drive anymore, or go anywhere alone, until this baby is born. I’m just sitting here shaking my head. I hate drama, and this baby had caused more drama pre-birth than I can stand. I am soooo ready to be a normal mama and woman again, instead of this bizarre, gestating thing I am now. My doctor says in 2 1/2 weeks he will let me go. Counting the days…