We have all this camping gear. We got all this camping gear a couple years ago. Truth is-we have now only used it for pretend camping aka camping in the yard. The first time we used it was at our old house and Rowan was a baby, and this second time I was extremely pregnant and not about sleep in a tent if I didn't have too. But, I did hang out with the boys for a while. We sang, "Where is my Hair brush," the silly song from Veggie Tales. Which, I love that song, I think it is hilarious. We brought out books and I read to them. I am excited for real camping. I know the boys are excited for real camping. Sam may have to venture with the older boys a couple times before I can really go. Again, new baby, in a tent. I am no pioneer.
The boys camped out and the next morning I started having contractions. There is a theory, not mine, that it was because I hiked the butte the day before. I am classic at second guessing labor pains. I have to battle mentally to convince myself that the pain was real, and not just in my head, and then I started timing them. Every 2 minutes. Huh?? Ok. So, I let Sam know. Then, I called Whitney. Then I told Sara because Sam was out on a mountain bike ride. Before I knew it Sara was taking me to the hospital and Sam was going to meet us there. I was 34 weeks. I was not sure what was going to happen. But, I also wasn't nervous. Sam soon met me there, and we were able to hang together a little laugh a bit, as I was continually getting monitored. Sam left to get back to the boys and was bringing me a bag of some things since I wasn't really prepared for this trip.
They gave me a couple of shots of something that supposedly flat lines contractions, but they did nothing. They gave some doses of pills that were supposed to do the same and still nothing. By the time Sam got back it was intended that I stay that night because they were not able to stop them. I opened the hospital bag Sam had brought me and much to my surprise he had packed me jeans and a normal top...where was I going? So, I put on my jeans and got in my hospital bed. It is funny.
I did end up with comfy clothes. But, I also ended up staying so much longer than I would have liked. The last ditch effort to stop contractions was giving me Magnesium and it was awful and that is what worked. So, when I left the hospital. I did not have a baby and I no longer had contractions. It was weird.
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