The first 24

Thank you, all, for your kind and encouraging comments. We are hanging in, and doing pretty well. So say I, but also the doctors and the nurses.

Since with magnesium I am not allowed to get out of bed, the jig dancing for making it through the first 24 hours and to the second dose of steroids was mostly virtual. And truthfully, it was a little anticlimactic, due to the complete lack of drama in the preceding many hours. Just the way we like it, of course.

Mid morning the cervix check declared it holding at 2cm and 50%, which bought me clear liquids, including jello. Half way through the day they deemed the contractions slowed down enough to lower the dose of mag. Made it noticeably easier to breathe. The evening pair of docs even suggested that they could consider taking me off the mag entirely sometime tomorrow before the 48 hours are up. But I am not up for living quite that dangerously on account of how fast I progress through labors when they actually happen, so I told them I can handle the mag for the full 48.

The doctors are much encouraged by the even further reduction in contractions, so while they are not making promises, they are talking about the negative fibronectin from a week ago and the reduced contractions as good signs for not expecting labor to resume right away after tomorrow night.

The mag is clearly making the baby quieter than usual, but he is still apparently doing well, maybe even better than what they are used to seeing from most babies on mag. Works for me, you know? And did I mention how much I love the sound of the monitor? I believe I did, rather recently.

It is dawning on us that we might, just might, eventually go home with a live baby. So to prepare for that eventuality, JD ran a bunch of errands today, very efficiently. But guess what? We still don't have any baby detergent, and I didn't remember that until tonight. Nice, no?