The Thrill of Running Red Lights

I've been holding out on you all regarding a touchy subject lately. The FH was supposed to travel this week. We'd been disagreeing about if it was appropriate for him to go....he really needed to go for work - being a business owner means that your shoes aren't really fillable by someone else - especially when you don't have employees that do an even similar role. He had decided not to go because that was the right thing to do and for once in my life I admitted that I needed him....that I was too afraid to be alone. I'm not a big "needer". I like to think I'm pretty independent so this got some attnetion. The decision was not an easy one for him though and he wasn't exactly "happy go lucky" the past few days because really she could hold out on us for another week and he would have lost this opportunity.

Yesterday was a great day for me - I had some Chicken & Brocoli for dinner and after having the same "get over not being there" conversation with the FH I decided it was bedtime around 9. I have a very active child - she participates in the Womb olympics every single evening between 7-10:30 - it's not a sporatic kick here and there - it's constant movement and spinning and stretching for those hours....I'm not even exaggerating. So when I went up to bed around 9ish and I was laying down I had a huge heart drop when I realized that I hadn't felt Lexi move. I hadn't felt her move in a while....like hours...and I felt sick to my stomach because I was so distracted by other things that I didn't realize my Olympian wasn't training. So I get quiet, drink some water and lay down on the bed and I start to push around the belly and try to count kicks - for 40 minutes. Nada. Not a kick to count so I call the FH upstairs kind of frantic. I explain to him why I'm freaking out and he says - We're calling the doctor.

So we come downstairs and I look up in the books and every one says 2 hours 10 kicks or more....well it's been about 80 minutes at that point with nothing. So I'm freaking out in my head. While the service is reaching our stand in doctor (ours is on vaca this week - so typical) my head goes where it shouldn't go and the "what if's" start to flow. Oh Lord I am a champion What If'er I can take you to world exterminiation in the inside of 3 What If's. The doctor said come on in to get monitored.

So we get in the car and the FH drives us to the hospital and that's where he has the thrill of running red lights...apparently this is every man's dream...not the situation but the ability to run lights and speed without any fear. But really the FH was just as afraid as I was and tears were in his eyes too because THIS is our little girl and she HAS to be alright HAS TO BE. The FH was a rock - he was calm and supportive and was not freaking out - and I was so right to need him. I don't know how I would have done it without him....and I am SO grateful I didn't have to try.

They hook us up to the monitors when we get there and the nurse Malorie is seriously the most amazing person ever and we will be picking out a special little something to send to her. The heart rate is low for Lexi- she's at about 120 which is on the low end of normal but much lower then her normal of 158. In my entire life I have never been so relieved, thrilled, excited to hear a heartbeat....I seriously felt years flying off of my life as I realized that she was okay. So they move me all around and around 12:50 she starts to move - the training session for the evening was just on a rain delay and the nurses got to see why no moving freaked me out when this kid usually is doing back flips and cartwheels.

We still had to wait around the hospital for an ultrasound and the FH went to fill out some paperwork while I was chilling - he came back upstairs and said he went to the emergency room and there was a Gun Shot Would which I found SO exciting and asked if there was lots of blood and he said "tons" and then 20 minutes later when I pressed for more details he looked at me like I had three eyes - apparently White Plains isn't quite so dangerous and his GSW was thick with sarcasm. LOL that got me to laugh for the first time that night. We finally got out of the hospital around 3 and back home around 3:30. Going back to the doctor on Thursday morning - all is fine and Thank god for that.