the golf ball

So this past weekend, Nick and I had the chance for a little overnight trip to Half Moon Bay. Thanks to a company event, we stayed at the beautiful Ritz Carleton Half Moon Bay. We had a wonderful time, including great food, great ocean views, and an ahhh-mazing pre-natal massage. However, we did have one little scare that put a bit of a damper on the trip. We decided to follow the ocean view trail out of our hotel for a quick walk before dinner. The trail is adjacent to the hotel's golf course. No sooner had Nick uttered, "We better watch out for golf balls." than one flew out of the sky and hit me right in the stomach. I had a bright red blotch on my tummy and a little bit of pain but we decided to continue our walk. Nick was worried and kept asking me if I was okay, but I decided it wasn't too big of a deal, since golf balls are so tiny and it hit me more on the side than straight on. 

However, to set both our minds at ease, when we got back to the hotel room, I decided to call the doctor just to make sure that it wasn't anything to worry about. The advice nurse immediately transferred my call to a trauma nurse, who asked a few questions and then transferred me directly to a labor and delivery nurse. Each nurse asked if I had felt my baby moving since the incident. Unfortunately, the answer was no. The last nurse told me that I needed to monitor my baby's movement for the next 8 hours and if I didn't feel any movement to come in the hospital right away. Of course this call did nothing to calm our fears.

We got ready for our dinner, all the while praying like crazy that I would feel the little one move soon. The event we attended had a very loud 80s cover band.  When we walked into the ballroom, all of a sudden, I felt it. The teeny-tiny movements that we had been praying for were back and I was so happy that my eyes immediately filled with tears.  I've never been so thankful in my life! Apparently my little guy is a big fan of the late M.J. : )