Well, we had our first hospital visit on Friday! I'll just say up front that everyone is fine, nothing to worry about now. We just had a little scare and it had to happen at the worst possible time!
For those who don't know, I talk to a nurse every morning and evening after I monitor for contractions. They go through a list of questions to make sure that everything is going well, and usually everything is. This time though, Friday night, I had to admit that I wasn't feeling the babies move as much as usual. For singleton pregnancies, it's pretty easy to check on whether the baby is doing well by counting fetal movements for an hour. You expect at least ten movements during that time. Well, it's not so easy when there are 3 babies all spread out in there! I can distinguish between the movements of at least 2, but not all 3, because of their positions. I can't then just count movements, because I can't say for sure that it's not only 2 of the babies moving. Well, over the last couple of days before Friday I was feeling much less movement than normal, but I didn't want to overreact. Finally on Friday, I told the nurse, hoping she would give me some helpful tips of ways to increase the movement and set my mind at ease. Instead, she called my doctor's office, they called me back and said to go to the hospital immediately.
It couldn't have been worse timing! John's kids (Caleb and Haley) were up for the weekend, and everyone was tired from the long drive from Tucson. AND it was John's birthday! We had a nice dinner, opened presents and had cake and ice cream. By the time this was done. I monitored much later than usual, and it was 10:30 at the time they told me to go to the hospital. So we all packed into the car and headed all the way down to Banner Good Samaritan - we couldn't even go to the local hospital, because my doctor's office always has a Perinatologist on call at BGS.
Once we got there, everything was very efficient. I got into a bed in the Obstetrics Triage area, strapped into a contraction monitor, and then a doctor did an ultrasound to check the babies' heart rates and movement. Can you believe that every baby was squirming around so much it was almost hard to read their heart rates?? I'm telling you, it's like they just had an espresso or something, and I couldn't feel a thing! The doctor said that sometimes it's just the way that they're positioned that makes it difficult to feel movements.
I felt so bad for making everyone trudge down to the hospital in the middle of the night, and everything was fine. Now that I have had some time to think about it and discuss with others, I feel like we did the right thing. It's better to know that everything is alright, and I have to be prepared for the fact that there will probably be several more of these trips. Hopefully not, but in reality, most multiple pregnancies experience these sort of things. The nurses at the hospital were amazed that this was my first trip. I had been hoping to just sail through with no problems, and in reflection, this wasn't a problem, just a precaution.
So everything is fine now. The babies have been moving (and I've been feeling them) as much as ever. It helps that John gives them strict instructions to move around a lot, so I think that's what's done the trick! Happy Labor Day!