Wow - it's been a while. :)

Ok, so I will tell it how I remember it - and add in commentary on what others tell me what happened as well.

After my 3rd week on bedrest, I went in for my normal Dr. appt. I guess it wasn't just normal, as the good Dr. had added in NST's (Non Stress Tests) to the curriculum.. Gunnar didn't wantt o do anything to show them that he was ok. Plus my Blood Pressure was skyrocketing again. So they told me I had an hour to go get my stuff and get checked into the Hospital. Good thing that Dan had just come home, otherwise, I prob. would have been lost.

I was admitted into the antepartum tower, and basically told that I would need to make myself comfortable, as I would be here for the duration of my stay. Which at that point was 10 weeks. I saw it as an eternity, but I tried to make the best of it. I made friends with the nurses, and even got moved to the "suite" of the rooms. Too bad I didn't last long there.

On Sunday, March 9th, I just didn't feel well. I told the Nurses and the Dr's, but really couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. I had a mild headache, but seeing as the weather was changing again, I didn't think much about it. I took some Tylenol around noon, and then asked for more around 5:30. I hadn't slept well the night before, so I had also requested a sleeping pill, and called Dan and asked that he just come keep me company until I could fall asleep. He came up, and by this time, my headache had progressed pretty badly, and the Dr. had been recalled to reevaluate. They gave me some Tylenol III, but I couldn't relax to lay back down and let the medicine do it's work.

I believe at this point, Dan called Mom and Amy to let them know that something was wrong.

This is where things are really hazy for me.

Dan told me that they then tried to give me a shot of Demerol. When that did nothing, they tried another, and a shot of Torvil? (Tordid?) Something like that. Still nothing. I do remember them telling me that I was going to get put into labor and delivery, just in case.

I remember them asking me to sign papers, and take off my earrings. I couldn't read what I was signing, nor would my signature be legal at that point I'm sure. I remember someone asking me if I have ever had morphine. Dan took over the converstation at this point, although he did say that he was surprised, since my answers to questions were still coherent. I don't believe he let them give me morhpine, as I had already had all the other stuff.

They did an emergency C Cection. and I remember them holding Gunnar to my right side to show me that he was born. I could see the outline, and consciously recognized what they were showing me, but couldn't respond.

I woke up in the L and D room, and they finally wheeled me to the Postpartum Tower for recovery.

I spent Monday pretty much out of it, trying to work the drugs out of my system. And then spent the next 5 days trying to get my own body to regulate itself to the point where I could come home. My Blood Pressure still is not consistant. The Dr. is hoping that with some time, and "normalacy" it will start to regulate itself again.

So here I am. At home, pumping for my baby who is in NICU. For the next 9 weeks (ish) we will have to try to transition to this new way of life, before we can bring Gunnar home with us. He seems to be doing really well. Very stubborn in fact, and wants to do eveyrthing for himself. Hmmm. Wonder where he gets that trait from.

Keep him in your prayers. We dont' need anymore excitement. For those that are asking, seems the shower is still on. Just remember that he is very PREMIE now. :)