C.H.A.O.S.

Anytime I see that word I am reminded of my favorite childhood show, Get Smart. The lead agent, Maxwell Smart (played by Don Adams) worked for Control while they battled C.A.O.S. (Ok, it's different spelling, but it's pronounced the same.)

Anyway, this week has been total chaos. I dont' mean the I-can-barely-hold-it-together-by-the-end-of-the-day type. 

No, I wish. 

Wowzer, just let me explain...

Two Saturdays ago was commencent. It was great. A little hectic with family coming, trying to finish finals, and Baby Spin having the flu (i.e. vomiting in the car 10 minutes before my O.B. appointment- you know, because we can never do anything simple anymore).

But the day came, we celebrated, they let me walk with Mr. Spin's college and they even read out names together! Even our photo op pictures with the dean of the college were...together. 

That's just how we roll. :)

Monday hit and I was noticing some fatigue but since family was still in town I was trying really hard to not cop out on activities. Well, I didn't make it to the beach. But I felt guilty in just staying home so instead of resting I tried packing. Or at least I think so. I did something productive but the last 8 days are a bit of a blur...

Then family left on Tuesday and I think we started packing. Again, can't really remember.

By Wednesday a friend came and helped us pack a truck load up of furniture to move to our new pad. I was really tired before we even started but hey, it had to get done, right? And after all, I'm not dead, I'm just pregnant.

When we got home that night Mr. Spin started going crazy on our place. Like, CA-RAZY. I swear he was on something because my husband was replaced with a pink, fluffy bunny that beats a drum displaying the Energizer logo. It was nuts! I needed to sit, so I layed out on the couch and two hours later I woke up with enough 'umph' to stumble into bed.

Sleep didn't come easy because this kiddo was kicking and I was cramping. But I finally got some rest.

The next morning...

LOTS OF KICKING and cramping. I just stayed in bed and didn't move. Like, LOTS OF CRAMPING. 

Mr. Spin came in to say 'goodmorning' and I figured I should get my sorry (and saggy) tush up. So I did what any pregnant woman would do- 

I went to the bathroom. 

:)

But, wow. The cramps. So I sat for a bit. Mr. Spin asked if I was ok and I assured him I was fine but just really cramping. 

He went into the other room to get ready for work and then...

I saw the blood. 

The next words I uttered I'll never forget:

"Uh, Brandon? I'm in labor."

*INSERT INSTANT CHAOS HERE*

He's rushing around trying to find my phone so I can call the hospital. I'm trying to coordinate with family about watching Baby Spin. Then Baby Spin is not making it easy to get him dressed (of course).

I called my mom who was pretty groggy when she answered. 

My first words to her?

"Mom? Don't freak out. But I'm in labor."

Her L&D instincts immediately kicked in.

"Talk to me, what's going on."

(Now THAT will wake you up in the morning!)

We made it to the hospital where I was put into a labor room. At that moment Mr. Spin and I looked at each other with the "holy crap we're leaving here with a baby" look. A few moments later I passed a pretty impressive blood clot just as the nurse stepped out of the room. To make sure I wasn't crazy I called Mr. Spin into the bathroom and I so wish I had a picture of his facial expression. It was somewhere between shock, disbelief, and horror. Quite memorable and quite funny.

He then started scrambling around the room, fretting about finding the call button for the nurse. 

(Oh my gosh, it was so dang funny. I love him!)

She came in and it was one of my mom's good pals. She saw the clot, looked at me with a big smile and said, "Would you stop it already? Sheesh!"

They started my IV and yes, I started to faint.

They loaded me up with magnesium sulfate to stop labor and proceeded to give me steroid shots to help develop the baby's lungs in case I needed to be delivered. 

The nurse asked which side I wanted the shot in because in 24 hours I would have it in the other side and she wanted to know my preference (like it matters?). It was then that I had my 2 minute melt-down. Why?

Because...

I wasn't going home anytime soon.

The next thing I said?
"I want to go back to graduation!!!"

It's been 5 Days after commencement and now I'm in pre-term labor.

Of.

Course.

Also, let's keep in mind...

This was Thursday morning at 9 AM. We were scheduled to move Saturday morning at 8:30 AM- 

not even a full 48 hours later and NOTHING WAS PACKED.

I also hadn't eaten since the night before and since my contractions were so close (as in 1-3 minutes apart) there was no way they were going to feed me anytime soon.

After 22 hours of starving hospital food tastes pretty darn good. 

Well, I stayed there all day Thursday...

Friday...

Saturday...

And finally got released Sunday at 11 AM. I guess when your placenta decides to separate from your uterus they like to watch you for a full 72 hours after the fact. I was practically sprinting to the door! (Wheelchair? More sitting? REALLY?! Lol)

Sleeping didn't come because of back spasms and heart burn. And the stress of the move was pretty intense. Mr. Spin couldn't even make it the hospital Saturday because he was just D-O-N-E.

On a side note, I got caught up on all the food network shows since we have lived without TV for the past 17 months. 

I also made the Dean's list the last semester. Again. :)

(Didn't find that out until I got access to the internet on Sunday.)

We are tired.

We have no real idea what things are where.

But we're all ok. 

So much for a let down after finals. :)