Bit of excitement

[dalekboy]

So, on the weekend, Sharon and I did a trip to Cohuna. Haven't seen Aunty Gwen for ages, and wanted to take the chance to do so before Lex arrived.

It was a good visit, I have a particular attachment to my rellies in Cohuna. Then, Sunday night, Shaz started feeling... not right. Sore back and crampy pains, similar to what she felt when we lost Tracy (the anniversary of which was a little over a week ago now), so at 1am we headed into Cohuna District Hospital.

The nurses hooked her up to a few machines and confirmed that it was indeed premature labour - 10 weeks early! They rang the doctor and he told them to give Shaz some tablets that would hopefully stop the contractions, which they did. If they hadn't, she would have been rushed down to Melbourne, since that was the nearest place that could handle a ten week prem birth. After a fairly sleepless night, we eventually got out of there around 10am.

After popping back to Aunty Gwen's to eat and say our goodbyes, we drove the 8 hours back to Canberra, yawning all the way.

Sharon's fine, guts are still slightly achy, but otherwise no issues. She saw the midwife yesterday and Wendy told her that there was a run of similar prems on the weekend.

At this point, we doubt Lex will wait for his official opening on August 16th, but at least he's well into the viable point now, and every extra week we get increases the chances for things to go well.

Stay tuned...

Comments

[battblush.livejournal.com]

It's more likely to confuse a boy for a girl than the other way around. Once I'd found out that Connor (aka Nemo) was a boy the sonographer told us that usually if they ask you if you want to know while at the same time lifting the paddle off the stomach it means its a boy. Three times she was proven right as every ultrasound following this had the staff do just that. Our reply was always "It's okay, we know he's a boy."

My fingers are crossed for you that he at least waits another six weeks. The more cooked, the better.

[fe2h2o.livejournal.com]

Interesting! That ties in with my memories of Puggle's scans as well.

Of course the sonographer this time told us off when we said we didn't want to know (before she'd started... as the GP had suggested), telling us "that's _not_ what this scan is for!"

[callistra.livejournal.com]

My ob would ask before we even got to the bed... do you want to know? and we'd say no!
:-)
And then I'd throw my knickers around her office.