Another scare

****Disclaimer: we’re relieved as I write this, so everything is okay.****

We had another eventful afternoon and evening.

I took Lisa up to Crown Point to get her second dose of steroids (see this morning’s post), and we arrived home around 4. Lisa was tired from a rough night’s sleep last night, so she took a nap while I went back to work. Around 4:45 the phone rang at my desk.

“Hello?”

“It’s me.”

“What’s going on?”

“I think you need to take me to St. Anthony’s.”

“Okay, bye.”

Within seconds, I was home and we were taking off for the hospital. It turns out that Lisa had been having some contractions, had called the doctor at the University of Chicago, and was told to get to the hospital because it could be pre-term labor. She was assured that it was NOT related to getting the steroid shots.

We were both really scared; we thought, “This can’t be happening right now.”

I drove fast enough to be noticed by the police – and get a police escort – but there weren’t any officers around. We were still able to get to the hospital fast enough, though that seems like a contradiction because Lisa was writing down every time that she had a contraction on the road. They were anywhere from 4-10 minutes apart. I don’t think we said a word to each other on the way because we were so busy talking to God.

We arrived at the ER and were promptly brought up to a room to be monitored. Our nurse – Peggy – took really good care of us. Thankfully, the contractions settled down – in fact, they seemed to be more in the back than in the uterus, and none of the contractions showed up on the monitors. She was checked for amniotic fluid leakage (there was none) and whether she was dilated (she wasn’t). They did a precautionary ultrasound and saw our little girls’ hearts beating away. Her cervix also wasn’t shortening, so that was also a good sign that pre-term labor wasn’t happening. We also found that twin A has grown to 18 ounces, while twin B is up to 25 ounces; still a 7 ounce difference, but they’ve both grown quite a bit.

So, what was the verdict with all the tests? Dehydration. “Drink, drink, drink.” Another scary night yet another relief. We arrived home around 9, especially thankful that Sylvia went above and beyond by taking care of the kids today and tonight… and doing so on her birthday! Again, we’re incredibly thankful for this relief, and we again realize how incredibly dependent we are on God. Please continue to pray with us; we hope we’ll have a streak of “no news is good news” until Thursday’s doctor appointment. God is good, all the time.

~Jeff