Pre-term labor...

Well well well, I really should update my blog a lot more. Jason and I had a big scare on Monday morning. I noticed I was spotting and we immediately called the doctors office and went to the hospital. The ride to Civista was the longest of my life. I prayed the entire time. I was preparing myself for the worst. I just don't think I could have bared to hear the words. But we got there (alive thank God, Jason was driving like a mad man) and I put on a hospital gown and got into bed. They put the fetal heartbeat monitor on my tummy and I immediatley heard his heartbeat. It is the sweetest sound I think I have ever heard. I really don't think I had breathed all morning until that moment. I looked at Jason and just started sobbing and we just embraced and thanked God. Well the nurse came in and put an IV in my arm to make sure I got lots of fluids. I also got a shot to stop the contractions. I was dialated a centimeter and having contractions about 10 minutes apart. It all stopped and everything settled down. I was released at about 9:30 or 10:00 am with instructions to bedrest for two days. I went home and still felt like something was not right. My tummy was soft where it was always hard. I can always determine where his legs and butt are, but this time, nothing. I didn't feel him kick. So I called Dr. Aron's office yesterday morning and told them that I wanted them to order me a sonogram ASAP for piece of mind. As long as we could just see our little boy we would feel much better. He is so low. He could literally peak his head out and play peak-a-boo! Dr. Aron's office called us later that afternood and said they got the sono pictures and everything looks great. He is just fine. He is almost 4 lbs already!! He had a heartbeat of 163 (which seemed unusually high to me, but if the doc says it's ok then it must be!). I have always made it a point to pray to God and thank him for my blessings and not just ask him for what I need. Well I really called on him the past couple days and I think there is much to be said about the power of prayer. My little guy is going to be ok. Now he just needs to stay in there for another 6 weeks and then he can come on out. He is impatient just like his mommy and daddy.