34 Weeks Pregnant and a Trip to L&D

I’m still amazed that I’m 34 weeks pregnant.  On one hand, this pregnancy seems to have flown by.  At the same time, though, it feels like it’s dragging on.  I suppose that’s because I already have a busy little boy to keep me busy, and it’s starting to drag now because being 34 weeks pregnant is hugely uncomfortable for me and I just want the kid out.  Or something.

Yesterday, I had a first for this pregnancy.  Well, a first for any of my pregnancies, really.  I ended up in labor and delivery for lack of fetal movement.  Last week, I wrote about how Eudora’s brand of fetal movement is fairly violent.  I actually suggested that it might be nice if she’d beat me just a bit less.  Well, yesterday she did just that.  The moral of the story: be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.  It was nerve wracking when she wasn’t doing much more than feebly swatting me away when I’d poked.  I called my doctor’s office, and my doctor’s office told me to call the hospital for guidance.

They told me to go in.

Funnily enough, as soon as the nurse tried to hook the straps for the sensors to me, Eudora got lively.  She tried to kick the sensors off right away, and then we seem to have developed a case of the hiccups.  There was more than a little bit of tossing and turning going on.  When I took a nap yesterday afternoon, she was back to her usual squirming self.  Same thing with when I went to bed last night.

The nice thing about T, the nurse that I worked with for the most part, was that she told me point blank to not feel stupid for going in.  (And I always feel like an idiot any time I go in and leave without a baby, even if it’s too early to deliver.)  She pointed out that it’s better to go in early when something seems unusual than to wait too late.  And she reminded me that they don’t always have happy endings.

The awareness of those less than happy endings is part of what had me calling my doctor and then the hospital.  And while it’s awful to know that those not so happy things happen, it’s nice that the nurse didn’t just blow me off.  Or treat me like an idiotic woman who has no idea what her baby is doing, or anything else.

So at 34 weeks pregnant, we had our first bit of baby worry drama.  Let’s hope that’s the last bit of baby worry drama we have until Eudora makes her exit.

About Suzi

Suzi is an American ex-pat living in British Columbia. She's a cloth diaper addict, wife, mom of three, and President of the Prince George chapter of Cloth for a Cause.

Comments

  1. I ended up in L&D with Peyton on St. Patricks Day for the same thing. Of course I ended up going into false labor while in the monitor and got stuck there all night.

  2. Wow, glad it all turned out alright! Babies are notorious for freaking us out right up until the moment we get them to the doctor (as well as waiting until their mommy has a bite of hot food almost to her lips before beginning to cry for attention, and waiting until mommy starts to nod off before crying to be fed), the little buggers! 🙂

  3. Good nurses can make all the difference in the world! I’m so glad you had a supportive one!

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