On September 7th, my brother took me to the hospital for my regular weekly checkup. This was me, all smiles, eager to get an update on how my baby is doing.
I was second in line at my doctor's clinic. She didn't want to me get tired and hungry while waiting so she put me on priority for all of my remaining check ups. Here's her findings on baby and me: Everything is okay with my cervix, my amniotic fluid is adequate, biophysical scoring is perfect. Downside is, I still have placenta previa partialis and now my baby has cord coil which prompted my doctor to endorse me for NST (Non stress test) which is supposed to be scheduled next week.
I told my doctor that I had a 3D ultrasound last Sunday and that our baby looked like my husband so she took a picture of my baby's face too. :) Here's my hubby and baby's face side by side. They really do look alike, especially their lips. :)
Here I was, undergoing my first-ever NST which I thought would last for only a maximum of 40 mins but was prolonged because I had mild contractions every 7-8 mins.
My doctor held me there for almost 6 hours. They had to inject Terbutaline to stop my contractions. I was told that I could be confined if my contractions didn't stop within 30 mins from the injection. My hubby went straight to the hospital from work. This is him, taking a quick rest.
He borrowed my other blanket because our room was so cold. I was given a thicker one.
Since we had to stay longer, they asked us to have our dinner. So my hubby went ahead and bought some food.
My supposedly ordinary day turned out to be extraordinary and something I will never forget. I didn't feel any pain at all and they said it's normal because my contractions were only mild but is detected by their monitor. I got discharged past midnight and asked to come back on Saturday for my follow-up check up. Hope everything turns out well. I don't want to experience this again. Hope my baby stays in my belly until the second week of November.
