I expected nothing to happen worth mentioning and the night I said it, we ended up in the hospital. Around 12:30am, we went to Norton’s Suburban with contractions about 2 minutes apart. This wouldn’t be that big of a deal 7-8 weeks from now, but at 29 weeks, we were potentially delivering a very unprepared Elliot out into the world. We would have had weeks or months of incubation and waiting to see if her lungs developed properly. That isn’t the start I want her to get, especially after having lost Gracie. I can’t imagine going through that stress.

Thankfully, the contractions slowed after getting a shot of Terbutaline, but as we waited they started up again. A second shot finally calmed everything down and we had to wait for an hour before she could be released. I’m grateful for the shot, but hated what it did to Chris. Her heart was racing and it caused tremors. Put those on top of the stress that was already happening simply from being in the hospital and fearing the worst (as we always will after Gracie), and it was an extraordinarily nerve-racking situation for all of us….except Ellie. Through the whole thing she was kicking at the monitors strapped onto the belly, and trying her hardest to avoid being pushed on by those things. Her heart rate was great the whole time, except when she got really excited and determined to kick off whatever was pressing on her from out there.

Everything is fine though. Momma and baby are doing wonderful, beyond the nerves for Chris. We’re getting closer though, and still anxiously awaiting her arrival. She just better wait until she’s ready to come, instead of coming early like she threatened last night.

BTW…no mention of cause for the contractions. It was on purpose. Use your imagination.

Another BTW…4:00am when we got back home. I’m too old for that.