Well we made it back in one piece, Thursday was our travel day & it was interminable, more on that later.
Our trip was pretty good. Weather was mostly pleasant, a bit on the cool side, but that was probably better for me. We did have one chilly drizzly/rainy day, which we spent at Epcot, so it was OK. I was really slowed down by pregnancy, which was a little surprising. Most days I rented a
scooter to get around. It left DH feeling like he was alone in dealing w/ DS most of the time. I mean I was there, but skipped a bunch of the rides & I wasn't sharing in pushing him around like I normally would have.
For those who may not know DS5 has mild cerebral palsy, which for him means low muscle tone & everything is just that much tougher for him to do. He gets tired easily. We had bought a Maclaren Major special needs stroller on Ebay for him, mainly for this trip, but we'll certainly use it at other times as well. So after a day or two, something must have lodged in one of the wheels & our new stroller started shrieking like an old rickety shopping cart, it was pretty annoying. We made it through the trip with it, but we need to oil the wheels & see if it gets any better.
So most days we were out early & by lunch my son was asking to go back to the hotel for a break. So we did. We napped (great for me!) and then showered & changed & head back out for dinner. He still didn't make it to any late night parades or fireworks. By 8 we generally were heading back to the hotel, DS got a bath & into bed. The one warmer day towards the end of our trip, Wednesday we slept a little later did some shopping at DTD & went back to the hotel for some pool time. We also switched our dinner ressie that night from Citrico's to Artist Point so we had more time at the pool before we had to get ready for dinner.
So Thursday.... ugh. We had our flight scheduled at 6:20 PM, we were intending to check out, check our luggage at RAC & spend our last "big half day" (my son's words) at the MK. That didn't happen. I awoke at about 4:40 AM or so with a scarily familar tightening across my belly, the kind that makes it feel like hard like a football, rather than the soft mass it usually feels like. I'm immediately thrown into a panic. I get up, pee, get some water & try to calm myself, telling myself, 'ok one contraction does not mean anything.' My DH had moved to the other bed at some point during the night, to get DS back to sleep & just stayed there. I didn't want to wake them unnecessarily. So I lie in bed trying not to freak out, one hand on my belly until I feel it again at about 5:10. I woke my husband, tell him what's going on & that I think we need to get to a hospital.
He gets dressed. Goes down to the front desk, they call an ambulance and a cab. He comes back up & gets DS up, gets him dressed. The EMTs show up talk to me, take my vitals. BP is high (nahhhhh really? ya think?) and I'm packed off on a stretcher to Celebration Hospital ER. At this point, I think I'm losing them. I stay remarkably calm, but I really do think that going to lose them. We spend the whole AM in ER, they give me whole bag of fluids, not that I really needed them. And things calm down. Still very aware of my uterus, but no scary tightening... ER doc does an internal exam, cervix is still nice & closed, but it looks red (irritated I guesss) I get an U/S & the kids look good, h/bs at 155 & 156 -moving around like they should be. Not that I could see the screen. But I get that, the u/s tech wouldn't want potentially bad news to come from a woman figuring it out for herself from the u/s screen. But DH was there & he saw them. She did say that it appeared that the placentas had grown together & fused, not terribly uncommon. Report also said I had a cervical length of 3.7 cm - which I understand to be a good thing.
The ER did find red & white blood cells in my urine & they suspect a bladder infection & that may have set off the earlier contractions. They prescribe some abx & it takes a bit to fill the rx at the hospital pharmacy. They clear me to head home that night.
I don't reccomend having a 5 year old in the ER, if you can help it. He had a tough day. Time to have dinner, back later....