1st Trip to L&D: Suck It Pinterest!

Okay, so I get this cool idea from Pinterest: you get a dishwasher brush that has the soap dispensing feature. You fill it with dish soap and vinegar. When you take a shower, you use this little brush, and it's all convenient and perfect, and less toxic than say Scrubbing Bubbles fumes....

So, yeah, I totally tried it. Guess what!? It totally works....but guess what else.... It makes your shower floor slicker than SNOT!

So, we have a two headed shower nozzle thing where one is stationary and the other has a cradle thing to use as a body washer. So, after scrubbing the shower, I step up on the built in seat to reach the movable sprayer and wash down the shower walls. When I was finished I got back up there to put it back...and fell!

I swear the *** happened in slow motion. Big, fat, naked, pregnant, slow motion falling....not quite the sudsy shower experience Hubby probably envisioned! {And yes, I was cleaning the shower while I was TAKING a shower because don't you always feel like bathing after doing all of that cleaning? Well, I do, and for efficiency sake, that's what my plan was...}

So, I fell.  I hit the back of my right shoulder on the edge of the seat and finally came to a stop on my right shoulder, right elbow, and right side.

First thought: Lord, God, do NOT let me be found down, wet, and naked on this shower floor!

I was able to get up, got out of the shower, and called the OB....They told me to go to the nearest ER to get my shoulder/elbow area checked out and Women's Services could check the baby. I was a bawling mess on the phone. Then, I called Hubby. He didn't answer his cell, so I called the office and the secretary lady must have known that something was wrong b/c she went and got him and told him that he needed to pick up the line... Gage was awesome. He didn't freak out just because I was crying and freaking out. He changed his clothes just like I asked of him, and helped me get an ice pack for my elbow, and we loaded up in the car. I downed some apple juice on my way to the ER in an effort to jazz up Baby Girl with sugar.... No luck. 

Hubby met me at the ER. My mother in law met us there as well. She brought Gage back here to our house because it was time for his medicine again and his throat was starting to hurt and he was starting to run a low grade fever. He was supposed to have his post-op appointment today at 2:45, but my fall happened at 1:15, so Hubby called and told them what happened and we'll just reschedule that...

I got checked into the ER... My blood pressure was 138/73 & my pulse was 98. I was just a mess because I still hadn't felt her move. In my head, I know that she is well cushioned in there. I know that....but it didn't change my fear. I know that she had moved a bit in the morning, but the more active I am, the less active she is...so, it makes sense that all of my house cleaning was rocking her to sleep. Still, I needed to feel her move. I needed her to wake up and let me know that she's okay, and that my stupidity didn't hurt her.

In the ER: elbow and shoulder---nothing appears to be broken, but I opted out of Xrays to expedite my ER clearance to get straight over to L&D. They checked her heart rate in the ER and it was in the 160s. Her little heart rate was lower once I started to calm down and they had me monitored over in L&D.  Once in L&D, they hooked me up to the monitor that looks at your uterine activity. Nothing remarkable there...

My blood pressure came down to 116/63, and my pulse came down to 81. Her little heart rate was 153-155 in range. So, that's great! I had no bleeding, no cramping, no pain in my belly....just shoulder and elbow pain and this AMAZING fear that something was wrong with her that I was unable to detect on my own.

My view while in L&D: 

That's the belly under an enormous hospital gown: 23w6d.
....and 24 weeks is kind of the marker for viability. ...or so I've been told. I know that there are babies that have been born earlier than that, and they've survived, but it's in my brain that viability is at 24 weeks. I just kept focusing on being 23w6d. One day shy of viability....which isn't to say that I would think one day would make any difference in our decision making regarding such a early delivery.... anyhow....for whatever reason, it just kept coming to the forefront of my mind when I was so scared.

But, luckily, none of that seems to matter today. I seem to be okay, and Baby Girl seems to be okay, and I'm home now, and so very grateful that we're all just fine. I'm afraid I'm going to be pretty sore, but I'll take that....

Hubby's forbidden me to clean the shower anymore and he's agreed to handle that task... Of course he also said, "you'll do just about anything to get out of housework!" He was kidding of course, and he always knows just what to say to make me laugh...
Like his other comment, "Kate Upton washing a car? I bet she doesn't look half as radiant as you!" ...yeah, that was said when I was rocking my no make-up, half wet hair from the shower, post bawling mess look...

 

In conclusion: 

1. I'm happy to report that I wasn't found down, naked, and injured on the shower floor in all of my pregnant glory. 

2. I'm super happy to report that that the baby and I are okay.

3. Pinterest can clearly be blamed for this, don't you think???