Sarah had a rough night last night. She had 22 contractions in one hour. They put her on the monitor, gave her medication and called the doctor. After the medicine kicked in, her contractions went to 12 per hour. Eventually the medicine worked, but she was up all night.
First thing this morning, the doctor sent her down for bio-physicals to see if the babies were stressed. They all got 8's, which is good. The doctor said that Sarah's uterus is just responding to the fact that it is so large. These contractions were pretty bad, but not as bad as the ones that caused her to be admitted. The doctor also commented that Sarah's due date should be August 9. Then, their birthday would be eight nine ten. (She was just providing a little comic relief. :))
It appears that A might not be born first after all. He has changed positions, so someone else might be the firstborn. We will see if they change places again. However, the bigger they get, the less able they are to move. We shall see.
On the way home from the hospital, Tom and I witnessed a dog attack. Right in front of the hospital, there was a guy in the middle of the street with two pit bulls with big broken chains jumping on him. My car startled the dogs when I came around the corner. I stopped in the road and the dogs came up to us. Then the man was able to get away. Tom said that the guy was smart to run into traffic. The car is what saved him. I am so glad that we didn't park on the street.