Scary Moment

I just want to start this post off by saying everything is fine and Baby Apple is doing terrific!!!! With that said...I went through something that scared the wits out of me last week. Writing about it made me feel so much better. I wasn't sure I was going to post this, but I post pretty much everything for y'all and didn't want to make this any different.

This past Wednesday, I worked all day and had SO MUCH going on at school. That night was open house and I was meeting all of my student's parents for the first time. To say I had A LOT on my plate is an understatement, to say the least.

I woke up Wednesday morning feeling great, moving around, listening to music while getting ready for work. Normally, I feel Baby Apple make some sort of slight movement (he's not really a morning person! He moves SO MUCH at night) and I'm immediately comforted and can start my day. On Wednesday, however, he didn't make his usual morning movement.

(By the way....Baby Apple is VERY ACTIVE at 24 weeks. He has a routine by this point and I guess I'm just very used to it or just in sync with my body...not sure.)

I didn't worry too much, went to work, ate some breakfast and drank some juice. I almost ALWAYS get movement from the baby after I eat/drink breakfast. Again, nothing.

So....class begins, I start teaching, and I have this little twinge of fear in the back of my mind. I keep asking myself...why isn't he moving?

I tried not to psyche myself out...I knew I had to put my best foot forward, wear the happy face for my students, and move on with my day.

Before I know it...lunch has arrived. I decide to eat a salad and I drink some cold water. Still...no movement. None.

Class begins again...I'm swamped with teaching students and getting ready to entertain hundreds of 8th grade parents....I again have this twinge of fear in the back of my mind about the baby not moving....

By this time- 5pm has rolled around. Still no movement. I'm freaked. Seriously. I don't want to show it on my face, so I go about my business. I grab dinner with four co-workers and we scarf down our burgers/sweet potato fries in enough time to spare before parents arrive. I also decide that I'm going to drink a coke...I'm hoping by this point that the caffeine alone will stimulate SOME sort of movement. Still....nothing.

In the meantime, I'm texting my sister (who is a labor and delivery nurse) and tell her about what is going on. She suggested that I stop panicking and just try to relax. I do my best.

I go through open house from 5:30 pm till 8:30 pm. I smile, I wave, I shake hands, I tell parents that their children are angels (they really are!) and I totally STOP myself from thinking anything bad about the baby.

Open house comes and goes and I call my sister on the phone.

Now come the tears. Uncontrollable tears. I am only thinking the worse by this point because I haven't felt ANYTHING all day. I'm NOT a negative person, either. I'm just so used to his routine I just knew something was wrong.

My sister tells me to go home, shower, drink cold water, and lay on my side. Then....wait.

So I do as she says. I go home-kiss Hubs-Cry a bit-he calms me down-I shower-I drink cold water-I lay on my side on the couch and watch TV.

An entire hour goes by and still no movement. Hubs is worried at this point too, even though he didn't want to show it.

We get dressed and he drives me to the hospital. I just kept telling myself "everything is going to be ok...I just need to hear that heartbeat....everything is going to be ok...."

My sister meets us there and I get hooked up to the monitor.

Then, right away: I hear him. I hear his heartbeat.

LOUDLY.

It's strong. Then....almost like it was done on purpose...like on cue or something....We all see my stomach move....I FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY feel him move. I see him move.

He waited until 11 pm to make his move.

Come to find out...he was probably moving around like that ALL DAY, but I just didn't feel his movements at all.

Leave it to my child to do something like this :) He must know me all too well....he's gonna be dramatic like his momma. Seriously.

I hope I am not the only pregnant woman in the world that has worries like this in the back of my mind! It is just so incredible to feel the sort of love that I do about someone I have never met...and it certainly is scary when your baby's routine is out of sorts.

On a happy note...hubs and I went to Babies R Us to register over the weekend and FINALLY cleaned out the office to turn it into the nursery! It's being painted today!!! I'll post about all that soon!!!

Have a wonderful week, loves!