Just In Time

How do you know when to go to the hospital? At what point do you decide you feel so ill that you have to visit the E.R.? For me it always seems like I wait until I can't sleep, not toss and turn sleep, just flat out I can't sleep, I hurt so much.  In this case I spent a few days waiting to go to the hospital, in the evening I would feel awful, during the day it was more tolerable. My back ached so bad and stretched into my ribs, yeah try asking a dr. what to do about intense back pain during pregnancy, their response was "welcome to being pregnant". So I prayed, "God what do I need to do? Surely I can't spend the next three months like this I feel awful. Am I sick? Why do I feel so bad?"
His response came Sunday night, I no longer was able to keep food down, I tried the safe options, nope, then the last resorts like jello, nope how about juice and milk? Nope. I still could keep water down but how do I fight a cold, heal my body, grow a baby and not starve myself on water? The answer is I couldn't I needed nutrition, my body could only take so much.
All I needed was some pain meds that would help me and not hurt baby, and some IV nutrition. That's what I thought I needed, I imagined they would keep me overnight and then I'd be better and I'd be home in time for Christmas. Boy was I wrong.
I remember calling Matt on the phone, as he was outside doing chores, and telling him I needed to go to the hospital. Then I texted my mom and nonchalantly told her my hospital plans, it was no big deal, standard stuff. Matt and I joked about now knowing how to get to this hospital and how long it would take so we knew for when the baby was supposed to be born in March. Looking back that seems really ironic.
We got to the hospital around 9 pm, was admitted and had already seen a nurse by 9:30. They had hooked me up to an IV, had me do a urine sample and then left.
Time ticked by, the hospitalist asked me about preclampsia, I said they had run a baseline back at the beginning of Dec. She compared notes, asked about headaches, nope, dizziness, nope, blurred or irregular vision, nope to that too. She then said to the nurse to get the OB Dr. on the phone for her, and then she left again.

Call it God's peace,  because while I had the inkling things were quickly turning into something worse than a stubborn cold, I wasn't scared or nervous I was just there, waiting for relief, waiting to be fixed, and knowing that God had this, nothing they would tell me would be bigger than my God. Thank goodness for that peace because when the hospitalist came back in, she stood in the corner, very much concerned. What she said next should have rattled me, but it didn't I just laid there listening to what she said knowing that God was in charge, what else could I do?
She stood in that corner,clearly upset " I really should sit down to tell you this, but we don't have time. You're really sick and you will deliver your baby prematurely. Do you have a preference in hospitals to be transferred to?" .......