Long Journal Post About Hudson's Drama Day

Most of you probably know that Travis, Hudson and I had a not very boring day yesterday. And while I probably will bore you,I'm hoping Hudson enjoys reading what we've been doing to make sure he gets here healthy and safe. Not to mention let him know why we are still paying off his hospital bills when he graduates college. It started when I woke up at 730am (I have to clarify the am/pm because I have been enjoying extra sleep lately) to a lot of blood. I woke up Travis, he gave me a blessing and we headed to the hospital. When we arrived they couldn't find Hudson's heartbeat and it was the worst feeling I've ever had. Only then were the possibilities of what was happening running through my head in a way where I couldn't deny them. After switching machines and getting the head nurse, they found his heartbeat. SUCH RELIEF. My doctor met us up at the hospital after the drama of finding his heartbeat. I've been seeing this doctor on and off for the past 7 years but never really appreciated her until yesterday. Since I was 32 1/2 weeks along the Chelan hospital was not equipped to deliver Hudson, which since I was still bleeding and my blood pressure dropped far enough to really scare her it looked like we were going to have to go that route soon. To add to the fun Hudson was breech. My doctor was very honest about what she was doing and used her resources to make sure we had what Chelan couldn't offer, like the NICU flight team from Seattle on standby as well called up another doctor to assist and the breathing specialist up to the hospital. She also conferred with a doctor at Sacred Heart that is now my doctor here, to make sure there wasn't anything more to do for me or Hudson. And I'll be honest, it maybe should have scared me that she was so worried when I started to pass out (thankfully I didn't) but it cementented in my mind that she really cared and would do everything to help us. Our nurse Autumn was also wonderful and attentive. Ok, enough about my doctors. We got my bleeding stopped after putting me on Magnesium (not fun stuff). And after several exams to show no dilation the Sacred Heart doctor wanted us life- flighted over to Spokane. My wonderful mom and Dear husband were with me but only one could fly so Trav volunteered to drive saying he could do it the fastest. My poor mom doesn't like small planes and gets sick but she went with me anyway. My dad was out drying cherries in the helicopter so met us at the airport when they changed me from the ambulance to the plane. I had been keeping it together pretty well but having my dad there about made me cry. The flight was uneventful other than the turbulence at the end, right after mom jinxed us by saying,"this isn't bad at all!". Mom held up like a trooper and never threw up. I was proud. Once at Sacred Heart the doctor had a talk with us about what had been going on. It didn't make me feel better that when I answered his questions he would reply, "oh, that's bad," over and over. He did all the exams again but since they got me a comfortable bed for a continued stay it wasn't equipped for exams so I had to wriggle myself on a little plastic bucket I swore was going to break. I kept having visions of grandma Helen breaking the tiny Flinestone chair going through my head. The doctor agreed that the placenta had partially separated from my uterus so we needed to be observed to make sure it didn't keep happening. My reward for having the awful exams again was them removing my catheter, SWEET MOLLASSES I was happy! Since then it has been a lot of monitoring vitals and not a lot of sleep, which is just fine as long as we know Hudson is ok. I LOVE hearing his heartbeat. I'm doing well too. My blood pressure keeps dipping low and my blood count has gone down some but nothing too significant or unexpected after losing so much blood yesterday. They are hoping to release me Tuesday morning but that all depends on what happens (they keep telling me over and over it's not a promise, just a hope). My mom has been wonderful and is staying at a hotel in Spokane to be here with us. Travis and I are very grateful for her help in getting some snacks, toiletries and just being here with us. I don't care how old you are, it's always comforting to have your mom (and dad is probably coming over tonight after working!)while going through something like this. Travis of course has been wonderful also, jumping up from sleeping on the couch anytime he hears my bed move or a tiny sound from me to help with whatever I need. He is pretty amazing.