Sept 16th: Just 1 year ago today I woke up after my first night of bed rest. This was also the day before we were scheduled to move from Raleigh, NC back to be near family in Orlando, FL. The 14th, we went in to the OB to just have one last check to see if everything was ok before we hit the road on our trip. I had just commented to my girlfriends Tessa and Cory the night before the appointment over frozen yogurt, on our last girls night, that I felt the best I had all pregnancy. I hadn’t had much pain in about a week and half, my breathing felt better and I generally felt good.  So, on my way out to the appointment Jonathan asked if I wanted him to join. I said only if he wanted, it should be a quick appointment late morning. He asked me if I would be having and ultrasound, I told him yes and he decided that he wanted to be there to see our little Sweet Pea once more before we hit the road.

The morning of the 14th we planned to go to the appointment, grab lunch on the way home and continue packing. During the appointment with the ultrasound tech we just enjoyed the show if watching our little one wiggle all around at 23 weeks and engaged in casual conversation as the ultrasound checked for heartbeat and whatever else they look at like cervical length. That’s when the conversation came to a dead stop and the tech informed us that she was calling the OB in. The OB came in and him and the tech whispered back and forth for what felt like forever. This was about the time that Jonathan and I knew that our plans for the day were not what we originally thought.

Then we were given the news that at 23wks I was already between 1 and 2 cm’s dilated with membranes bulging. The Ob said, “we are in Yikesville”, which must be the professional term for “oh shit, this is bad”, and we were informed that we needed to drive to the hospital immediately.
I’m so thankful looking back that my OB Dr Ashley Rush wanted to be proactive and called me into that appointment. I’m beyond thankful that my husband was with me at the appointment and to drive me to the hospital. There is not telling what could have happened if we had been on the road, at 23weeks pregnant, pre viability and my water broke. We would never have been expecting it.

When you find out you are expecting, you never expect to end up on hospital bed rest. After 12 weeks, the first trimester, it’s the safe zone. How, why is this happening? It was definitely a memory that even a year later is very much a clear scene in my mind. It’s a scene that makes me appreciate every giggle I hear, every milestone she hits and every hug I get from my precious little miracle.

Sept 16th: Just 1 year ago today I woke up after my first night of bed rest. This was also the day before we were scheduled to move from Raleigh, NC back to be near family in Orlando, FL. The 14th, we went in to the OB to just have one last check to see if everything was ok before we hit the road on our trip. I had just commented to my girlfriends Tessa and Cory the night before the appointment over frozen yogurt, on our last girls night, that I felt the best I had all pregnancy. I hadn’t had much pain in about a week and half, my breathing felt better and I generally felt good.  So, on my way out to the appointment Jonathan asked if I wanted him to join. I said only if he wanted, it should be a quick appointment late morning. He asked me if I would be having and ultrasound, I told him yes and he decided that he wanted to be there to see our little Sweet Pea once more before we hit the road.

The morning of the 14th we planned to go to the appointment, grab lunch on the way home and continue packing. During the appointment with the ultrasound tech we just enjoyed the show if watching our little one wiggle all around at 23 weeks and engaged in casual conversation as the ultrasound checked for heartbeat and whatever else they look at like cervical length. That’s when the conversation came to a dead stop and the tech informed us that she was calling the OB in. The OB came in and him and the tech whispered back and forth for what felt like forever. This was about the time that Jonathan and I knew that our plans for the day were not what we originally thought.

Then we were given the news that at 23wks I was already between 1 and 2 cm’s dilated with membranes bulging. The Ob said, “we are in Yikesville”, which must be the professional term for “oh shit, this is bad”, and we were informed that we needed to drive to the hospital immediately.
I’m so thankful looking back that my OB Dr Ashley Rush wanted to be proactive and called me into that appointment. I’m beyond thankful that my husband was with me at the appointment and to drive me to the hospital. There is not telling what could have happened if we had been on the road, at 23weeks pregnant, pre viability and my water broke. We would never have been expecting it.

When you find out you are expecting, you never expect to end up on hospital bed rest. After 12 weeks, the first trimester, it’s the safe zone. How, why is this happening? It was definitely a memory that even a year later is very much a clear scene in my mind. It’s a scene that makes me appreciate every giggle I hear, every milestone she hits and every hug I get from my precious little miracle.

Sept 16th: Just 1 year ago today I woke up after my first night of bed rest. This was also the day before we were scheduled to move from Raleigh, NC back to be near family in Orlando, FL. The 14th, we went in to the OB to just have one last check to see if everything was ok before we hit the road on our trip. I had just commented to my girlfriends Tessa and Cory the night before the appointment over frozen yogurt, on our last girls night, that I felt the best I had all pregnancy. I hadn’t had much pain in about a week and half, my breathing felt better and I generally felt good.  So, on my way out to the appointment Jonathan asked if I wanted him to join. I said only if he wanted, it should be a quick appointment late morning. He asked me if I would be having and ultrasound, I told him yes and he decided that he wanted to be there to see our little Sweet Pea once more before we hit the road.

The morning of the 14th we planned to go to the appointment, grab lunch on the way home and continue packing. During the appointment with the ultrasound tech we just enjoyed the show if watching our little one wiggle all around at 23 weeks and engaged in casual conversation as the ultrasound checked for heartbeat and whatever else they look at like cervical length. That’s when the conversation came to a dead stop and the tech informed us that she was calling the OB in. The OB came in and him and the tech whispered back and forth for what felt like forever. This was about the time that Jonathan and I knew that our plans for the day were not what we originally thought.

Then we were given the news that at 23wks I was already between 1 and 2 cm’s dilated with membranes bulging. The Ob said, “we are in Yikesville”, which must be the professional term for “oh shit, this is bad”, and we were informed that we needed to drive to the hospital immediately.
I’m so thankful looking back that my OB Dr Ashley Rush wanted to be proactive and called me into that appointment. I’m beyond thankful that my husband was with me at the appointment and to drive me to the hospital. There is not telling what could have happened if we had been on the road, at 23weeks pregnant, pre viability and my water broke. We would never have been expecting it.

When you find out you are expecting, you never expect to end up on hospital bed rest. After 12 weeks, the first trimester, it’s the safe zone. How, why is this happening? It was definitely a memory that even a year later is very much a clear scene in my mind. It’s a scene that makes me appreciate every giggle I hear, every milestone she hits and every hug I get from my precious little miracle.