I got the ER and told them what was going on. They wouldn't even touch me. The called the OB/GYN floor and they came and got me and brought me up into a hospital room. They started an IV right away and also Zofran so I would stop throwing up. I didn't think anything of it because I know they don't mess around with pregnancies after 20 weeks, and especially pregnancies with twins.
The doctor on call came in to see me, and he ordered an ultrasound just to verify everything was okay, pregnancy wise. Again, I didn't think anything of it because I just had my weekly appointment with Dr. Larson on Thursday and everything was going great. The ultrasound tech talked me through the ultrasound, and told me that my cervix was significantly shorter than normal and was funneling (this is cringed at in the pregnancy world). All I wanted at that point was Dr. Larson. The doctor on call came back in and told the nurse to put me on the contraction monitor. I was having contractions 4-5 minutes apart. WHAT?! I wasn't feeling contractions! I was beyond heartbroken. Everything started coming back to me from before, and I didn't know how to even start to deal with it. Anyone who knows me very well knows that I over analyze every situation thrown at me, and I'm not always the most optimistic person.
They continued to monitor me throughout the day, and the contractions slowed down, but they were quick to tell me that I wasn't out of the woods. I was officially admitted and was told they would redo the ultrasound the next day to see if there was any progression. On my ultrasound on Sunday, things had remained the same, and the nurse and doctor breathed a little sigh of relief, but my cervix was short enough that they wouldn't discharge me. I was officially on hospital bedrest.... I was to remain in bed 23-1/2 hours a day... only enough time to use the bathroom.
Dr. Larson came in to see me that next Monday and told me that I would be in the hospital, in his "back pocket" for the "long haul". I was still having contractions but they decided to call it "uterine irritability". I was put on heparin for blood thinners, procardia for contractions, zofran for nausea, and A LOT of ambien because I couldn't sleep. The nurses kept a very close eye on me and many of them I became so comfortable with, we would just talk non-medical stuff. I got to hear other women next door give birth without pain medications, men pace the hallway outside my door, and nurses coming in my room completely exhausted after emergency c-sections with blood on their scrubs... all while I just laid there. Life just kept going while mine was at forced standstill for the life of my babies. It was impossible for me to process... Over the next two weeks I had some scares to the point where we were taking it hour by hour... again Dr. Larson being there EVERY time within 10 minutes (sometimes those 10 minutes felt like an hour).
Days were creeping by, but every night I went to sleep, I knew I was going to wake up and that was one more day of pregnancy under my belt, and THAT'S what kept me going. I made it to 22 weeks... milestone one, and 23 weeks came... another victory. With things going well, Dr. Larson thought he would maybe discharge me at week 25 - 26 (January 5-9), if things kept going well, which did not go as we hoped.
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