Thursday night Sonja slipped on a wet floor (well, the floor was dry, but she didn’t know that the carpet was wet that she walked across before walking on the tiled floor). She slipped and fell to her knees, catching herself on her hands – whew, that was close. Well, Friday morning she started to notice she hadn’t really felt the baby move much. It was just at our last doctor visit that we learned she should feel the baby move at least about 10 times in an hour (if she pays attention). Well now she was paying attention.
After not feeling Little L (the name we’ve been calling Baby – Levi or Lizzy (Elizabeth)) move for a while, we started to get nervous. So, Sonja called her doctor’s office and made an appointment – earliest available was 12:30. Then the nurse called back a few minutes later and said she should come in now…as in right now…as in leave work right now and come in.
Well, I won’t keep you in suspense – everything checked out beautifully – in fact that’s the word the doctor used – beautiful…as in beautifully healthy. After looking at the brain waves (how do they do that?) and the muscle movements and other such things that docs look at to know if a baby is healthy or not, she confirmed that everything was connect right and functioning normally and Little L looked totally healthy. But, just to be safe, they still sent Sonja to the hospital for 4 hours of monitoring.
our baby move and play around. And we gotThis is where I enter the story, after leaving work a couple hours after getting there and three buses later, I finally made it to the hospital just in time to catch the last part of the ultrasound show where we got to watch Little L suck his/her foot and play with the umbilical cord (no Grandma Stafford, we still didn’t find out what we’re having). It was a lot of fun just watching some great pictures (no, Little L is not blowing bubbles
- it's a cross section of the umbilical cord). Then we were sent back upstairs for the rest of the 4 hours of monitoring where we got to listen to Little L’s heartbeat for most of the time. Sonja was having minor contractions (according to their machine – she couldn’t really feel them) but they figured it was likely due to some anxiety from the morning worries and maybe some mild dehydration. We figure maybe there was some work stress involved to (another – rather humorous and frustrating – story for another time). They made her drink a bunch of water and did give her a shot for the contractions (but again it was just a precautionary thing) and nothing further was prescribed other than a night of relaxing and a follow-up visit with her doctor on Monday.
But, all we heard all day were things like “the baby sure is active” and “everything looks really healthy” – music to our ears. That, and the 140-and-some-odd heartbeats per second from our Little L.
