The other night I was not feeling good...It started when I woke up in the morning and just escalated as the day went on. About nine thirty when I headed to bed I could not breath well.
I got out of bed and headed to the couch. I propped myself up and was able to sleep for a short time and then the coughing and gasping started.
I have had this feeling before when I had pneumonia years ago. Tight chest and just cannot breath. Each time I would cough the cough would get harder and harder and I would cough up mucus...I was not going there with this one. But I just could not get a good breath...
Yes, when you are pregnant your body changes so fast and so much happens it's hard to keep up. Your internal organs get all pushed aside from the growth of the baby and the ever expanding uterus. I get that, I can no longer sleep on my back because of compression on my lungs, I know how that feels, This was a little different. In fact it was entirely different. There was not a breath to be had that did not require a struggle.
At about one in the morning Dan came out to the couch and said.."what do you want to do honey?' and I told him I think we need to go to the emergency room. And we were slow moving but we did. Not only did I not feel good about the way I was breathing, but I did not feel good about pulling my husband out of sleep to take me to the hospital....
So we opted for NCH downtown emergency room... I do not like NCH and would rather go to Physicians Regional, but IF they needed to be invasive with treating me then they would send me to North Collier since that hospital has a NICU...so downtown we headed. Really a short drive...about five minutes..MAYBE.
Anyway...long story shorter...if I can....It took forever even with us being like the only people in the emergency room, but I had an xray to check out my lungs...and yes they had me wear a lead apron to shield the baby. Dan and I fell asleep in the hospital bed and the PA came in finally to tell me that there is nothing that can be done for the beginning stages of an upper respiratory infection. Rest, liquid and that's about it. Because everything else could send me into preterm labor...Crap...I still could not breath well, but this is what happens. So we did the right thing 'cause the other day at work the nurse took my blood pressure, and said my pressure was fine but heart rate was a little high...(well the Ritz can do that to you) but my book tells me if my heart rate is high then go to the emergency room or doctor....so my oxygen was low too...the signs were there...but nothing could be done....
Well before we were discharged the nurse Tammy who took care of me and another nurse Eric came in to check the Baby with an ultrasound machine. They had a little monitor and Doppler and told us they just wanted to check the heart rate of the baby. I was elated at four int he morning to see my little man. He was kicking me and I could not only feel him but see him. He was sucking his had and sucking his toes and moving around so much. The nurses were having a great time...
"This is free" they kept saying. "we are not charging you...we just want to make sure all is okay and we are having a good time...it's fun for us, Hope you don't mind?"
"Are you kidding. My next OB apappointment is next week and I was hoping to see my son, but it's just a quick check up. I wont see him 'til maybe January. This is a pleasure."
"This is like Christmas for us." Dan said with amazement and a smile.
We left there at something like 4am. I was a little disappointed that nothing could be done but a little relieved in the sense that it was something than pregnancy... but more over we saw our BIG little man inside me. He is HUGE, for 27 weeks. Incredible for 2 pounds and something like 12-14 inches....I was shocked and happy and joyful and tired...sooo tired. But he was there and okay and tucked in just fine playing around in my belly like he does all the time.
I have been in bed for a few days fighting this thing and luckily no fever at all. It sucked going to the hospital so late and missing sleep and waiting forever and dishing out the co-pay at 4am, but when the two nurses has fun checking our son in my belly and we got to see him happy and moving, heart rate perfect and doing all he is suppose to be doing...getting home by 4:30am was worth every minute.
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