On Sunday I fell.
Aaron and I were walking across a parking lot to our car, and my shoe slipped. I tried to catch my balance, but I knew I was doomed to have let gravity have its way.
I started to fall face first to the asphalt. Instinctively, I turned so my right side would impact before baby.
I tore up my right hand pretty good, right wrist sprained, right shoulder bruised and bloody, right knee and the top of my right foot both scraped up too, and the smallest injury was to my right cheek.
But what about the baby?!?!?!
At first I just laid there my mind freaking out. Aaron was right there. He and a woman who saw me fall helped me get up. I knew I wanted to get to a hospital to make sure the baby was okay, but I was also covered in sandy dirt and blood.
I went in and washed up, then Aaron drove me to the ER. When we got to the ER they sent us to Labor and Delivery. L&D sent us to Labor Holding where they hooked me up to contraction and fetal monitors. We then spent 4 hours waiting to see if I would go into labor.
Being stuck in a bed hooked up to stuff was SO BORING, but Aaron was amazing. He did his best to entertain me and just be silly. It was so nice to have him there to distract me from my injuries and worry.
Baby was active, with a steady heartbeat, and after 4 hours of monitoring -- there was no sign of pre-term labor! Since I was 28 weeks and 4 days at the time of the accident, our baby would have a high chance of survival with intensive neo-natal care, but I am glad that the baby did not show up on Labor Day!