Eventful week. Let me preference this post by noting that both me and baby are just fine....
Thursday evening after work, our neighbor's 110 lb lab (actually Cali's cousin) was especially happy to see Cali and I. Zack is the clumsiest, goofiest dog ever and very uncoordinated. Pair that with his excitement and you'll see how he very easily mowed me down in our driveway! Zach ran after Cali full force from 2 frontyards away and ended up running directly into my legs, causing me to land on my stomach and then hit my face on the cement. (To those who know my propensity for falling, I can honestly claim I had nothing to do with this one.)
Once I collected myself and got inside, a different neighbor called. She had seen the fall and wanted to take me to the hospital. Thanks to her encouragement, I called Max and he came home from coaching the JV football game to take me in. (it is 6 minutes from school to our house and 3 minutes from our house to hospital.) I have to say that Spectrum Butterworth Hospital was amazing. Within 10 minutes of Max dropping me at the emergency doors, I was wisked up to a special triage unit in the Labor and Delivery section of the hospital, had my own birthing suite (the same kind I will have come Christmas) and was hooked to both fetal heart-rate and contraction monitors. The ER had a 3 hour wait that night, but apparently having a teary pregnant woman in your waiting rooms is bad for business!
The normal chain of events is that the docs watch you for 4 hours and then you're released if you've had no contractions. Come 11pm Thursday night, we thought we were out of the woods and headed home, but the nurses said I had been having contractions and needed to stay a full 23 hours for observation to be sure that the the placenta did not separate from the uterus. Apparently contractions can feel a lot like a baby kicking, so much so I did not even realize I was having them. We did get a first-hand tour of the birthing suite...It's pretty amazing all the hidden gadgets and how comfortable the room actually is.
Throughout the night the contractions lessened and then stopped. My doctor even came in to see me Friday morning and check me out...she was not even on rounds or on call! Max stayed with me all day Friday until I forced him to leave at 3pm to go coach his game. My parents then came to pick me up and by 7pm Friday night I was back home and very grateful that everything was ok. I feel like I got hit by a truck, but other than that I am no worse for the wear. I have no restrictions, but was just told to take it easy and rest this weekend, which I fully did (I am still in my PJ's as I type at 5pm).
Max and I did take an excursion on Saturday to our favorite cider mill near our house, Robinette's, for some pumpkin spice donuts and cider. (See below). And I should mention that Max's team beat Greenville Friday night, the first time in school history that any football team at any level has beat Greenville. (They're huge farm kids). And to anyone reading these posts and following West Michigan football: The team Max played 2 weeks ago was ranked by ESPN as #71 in the top 100 standing for the country. And last weeks' team, East Grand Rapids....#52. We can claim that Northview also made the ESPN list....they were mentioned as the most recent blow out for team #52.
That's all from Grand Rapids for now. We're going to try and have a less eventful week on this end of the country and produce another win this Friday against rival Creston High. Over and out.
Court, Max & Baby K
Max and I at 29 weeks. Thankfully I am not quite as big as the huge pumpkin...but close.
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