Hold On Baby G!

UPDATE!  OB/GYN appointment today went great, Mom is off bed rest, at least for now…

We had a close call over Memorial Day weekend as Baby G almost wanted to make his grand entrance 6 weeks too early.  Renee and I drove up to Pismo Beach on Saturday night, about 3 hours north of LA, for our last getaway before travel lock down.  On Sunday, after a hike that in retrospect was way too long and strenuous (those of you who know Renee are rolling your eyes now), Renee experienced some minor bleeding.  So after a quick convo with her physician, it was back in the car for a traffic-heavy, 4-hour drive back to LA and St. John’s Emergency Room.

Turns out, her cervix looked great (still closed) but she was having minor contractions, potentially due to dehydration.  After 1500ml of IV fluid, the contractions continued and we had a scary moment that Baby G was ready to fight his way out at 34 weeks, officially 3 weeks before considered “full term” and 6 weeks before our due date of July 9.   5 hours later and after a shot of Terbutaline to relax the uterine muscles, we were discharged at about 3am once the contractions subsided.

This is Renee shortly after hookup to the IV:

And, this is me:

Now for the fun part.  Renee is on “bed rest” which means exactly what it says.  Hanging out in the bed or on the couch.  No cooking, cleaning, laundry, working out, working, you get the picture.  Again, those of you who know Renee have now moved past eye rolling and are laughing hysterically.  So I’ve declared Martial Law in the Taylor-Gross household, with full-time chaperoning and supervision by General Rob “Sit that Pretty Ass Down” Taylor.   This is a military operation (dubbed “Operation Incubation”) that cannot be underestimated in its complexity and challenge.  The mental and emotional fortitude required to keep Renee on the couch would make mere mortals weep in fear.

But I’m up for the challenge!

Just 3 more weeks Baby G, hang in there!