While I was working, and trying to get out the door for preschool pick-up, I realized that I forgot my phone in the house. It was snowing like crazy at that point, harder and faster than I had seen in a long time. I was covered in snow, from head to toe, just from putting Barrett in the car so when I ran in the house to grab my phone, I did what I have been trying to avoid doing for 34 weeks. I fell. Hard. I hit the wood floors with my wet, snow covered shoes and my feet totally flew up in the air and I landed squarely on my tailbone and my head. Fortunately no one witnessed my lack of grace, except for Lola (the 3 lb dog in her crate) but I had to pick myself up and get out the door because Barrett was in the car and we were going to be late picking up Finn.
The second I hit the floor, I felt that wave of panic wash over me. I was in pain right away, but I wasn't thinking for one second about that. My mind was racing about Ava. I can't explain that feeling, other than to say every mothering instinct in me was raised and I immediately started worrying about my girl. Long story short, I called my OB and after they asked me all kinds of questions, they wanted me to check in to the hospital and get monitored for awhile, just to make sure all was well with both of us. Travis prayed with me on the phone and left work to meet me. I managed to hold myself together up until that point, but as I was driving there and asking the Lord to please keep her safe, I totally broke down and cried. There is no feeling like that, knowing you can't do anything to undo what happened and realizing that her days are not up to me. Of course I was also mad at myself for being so dumb and falling. Talk about pride coming before a fall...I always thought it was so ridiculous that so many pregnant women fall. I was certain I had much better coordination than everyone else :) Clearly not.
Anyway, I checked into labor and delivery triage and they hooked me up to fetal monitors and took all my vitals. Poor Travis was on his way, but since we were in the middle of a blizzard and our biggest snowfall of the year, he was stuck in bumper to bumper traffic with everyone else trying to get home. It was music to my ears to lie there and hear her little heart beating so strongly for over an hour. I loved that sound. Every time she would kick, the monitors made the loudest sound and more peace washed over me. I went from total stress to total relaxation. My nurse was so sweet and she put my mind at ease so quickly. While she was watching us, she kept asking me if I was feeling "that." When I had no idea what she was talking about, she told me I was having contractions, 5 min apart, then 4, then 2 even. But I couldn't feel a thing! She checked my cervix, just to put us both at ease and assured me I was definitely not dialated. Which is good. We want Ava to cook a little longer in there! Meanwhile I was texting with Travis, who was still stuck in traffic. I felt so bad. Sure enough, as soon as they decided they could release me, he pulled in the parking lot. Isn't that just the way it goes?
On the positive side, I am so thankful that we were able to get confirmation that Ava is well and I spent a good portion of my time filling out all the pre-registration paperwork for when we come back next time. Needless to say, I am sore today and feeling lots of aches and pain from every part of me that hit the ground :) I also still feel so stupid for falling. Who runs in the house with snow covered shoes when they're 8 months pregnant?? Oh well. At least it's a story we can tell Ava someday...Her first trip to the hospital :) Let's all pray Travis makes in time for her next trip!!