Scare

What a weekend.  This year has been so full of surprises for our little family, and they just keep a' comin'.  Sometimes it's so easy to lose sight of what exactly God's plan is in all this, but trying to stay focused and just keep on trusting.  Gotta learn to let go of the reins and give up full control.  No matter how much I think I've got it "all handled" or how smoothly things seem to be panning out, that is when I am reminded of how small I truly am and how insignificant my "plans" really are.  
As per my prior post, Kate and I had been over at Kelly's house Saturday morning dyeing Easter eggs with Will.  I was feeling fine!  After lunch we headed home for nap time.  I proceeded to have a very lazy afternoon.  I really didn't do much of anything.  When Kate woke up from her nap, Joe took her to the grocery store to grab a couple things, we fixed sandwiches for dinner, and Joe and I watched a movie after we put Kate to bed.  Right before we were getting into the bed Saturday night, I began feeling some minor contractions.  They weren't painful at all, just more like "tightening" sensations, but there was a rhythm to them.  We laid there and talked about it for about an hour and a half before I called the on-call service and spoke with an L&D nurse.  Shortly after our conversation we decided we probably needed to head on down to the hospital just to have it checked out, seeing as I "just wasn't feeling quite right."  Mom and Dad came over to stay with Kate while we headed on down to the hospital...it was about 11:30 at night.
Once we got down there we went straight into L&D triage where they hooked me up to all the monitors, checked the babies' heart rates (which were great, thank God!) and began monitoring these little "tightenings" I was experiencing.  Turns out I was experiencing some regular, rhythmic contractions, about 2 minutes apart.  They went ahead and hooked me up to an IV for fluids and gave me my first injection of terbutaline.  The terbutaline worked like a charm almost immediately...the contractions pretty much stopped.  But....they came back.  I had to have another injection of terbutaline.  Joe and I were in triage all night (bless his heart!  he had to "sleep" sitting up in a chair) before the doctor on call came in and decided to admit me for monitoring.  We stayed in the hospital all day Easter Sunday (fun!) and all that night, and had to have several more injections of terbutaline.  Dr. Morgan-Gibbs came in to see us Monday morning.  By then I was feeling pretty good and it seemed like things had been pretty much stopped.  They hooked me up to the monitors once again Monday morning, didn't see any contractions, and determined it was safe for me to head on home...but on bed rest, and no more work.
I'm trying to stay positive!  I am only one day in and bed rest really just stinks.  There have been many days where I have been so tired I would have killed for someone to tell me to stay in the bed, and no housework, and no cooking!  But it really is just no fun, especially with a precious little girl I'd much rather be playing with.  Joe has been nothing short of wonderful as have been the rest of our family.  Praise the Lord for an outstanding support system!
Praying that all continues to go well and that I am able to keep these babies in until they are ready.  The thought of them coming too early is plenty motivation for me to be completely worthless at home.  The doctor says she really has no idea what caused this, as I had been doing great!  No problems whatsoever.  She said it probably has to do with the simple fact that I am carrying two babies, which is bringing on more "irritation," due to so much stretching, in the form of early contractions.  She is hopeful, as am I, that all will turn out well, seeing as I had such a great experience with my first pregnancy.
Please keep us in your prayers!  More updates to come...
"And we know that in all things, God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose."  Romans 8:28