First of all, I wanted to send out a deeply heartfelt thank you for all the support you’ve sent our way. S and I can’t express how much it has meant to us to know so many people are rooting for us and the twins. This is a scary, lonely situation that all of you have helped to make a little less lonely and scary.
Thursday was a long stressful day as we met with the OB and the perinatologist to learn just what we are facing and what steps would be taken at each stage. It was reassuring to hear that, in some cases, a ruptured membrane can heal and things can continue as normal. The peri was also encouraging, telling us, “Mother Nature knows you are supposed to stay pregnant and she does everything she can to keep you that way.” The biggest risk is my getting an infection that would cause my uterus to do it’s part to get rid of any “invaders.” To work against that, I’m on a steady drip of penicillan and everyone is going crazy with the handwashing and antibacterial gel. My job is to lie here. I’m working very hard at that. It isn’t as easy as you would think. After one day, my hips and lower back are incredibly sore. I’m not used to being this confined, but I take my responsibilities seriously.
I was on a ctx monitor when we first got here, but aside from one small contraction, things were quiet. I still leak a little fluid from time to time, but there’s no steady flow and our little boy seems quite content on the sonograms…that is when his sister isn’t sticking her feet into his face. We had a little excitment last night when I had a really sharp stabbing pain, but that seems to have been either an extreme round ligament pain exacerbated by the amount of inactivity or a rudely placed foot/hand/head.
Once I reach 23 weeks, I’ll be transferred to another hospital in this network that can handle micro-preemies. I’m certainly fine with being where the best faciilities are, but this hospital, the nurses and techs have been wonderful. The room is as nice as it could be, I even have a private patio outside. I can’t go out there, but I can open the curtain and watch the sunlight change. I won’t miss the food though. Not sure how anyone is supposed to stay healthy on that stuff.
Every day is another day closer to viability. I keep holding on to that. Every doppler check, every sonogram, they look and sound so healthy I get a few hours reassurance. We’re working very hard to come up with real names…suddenly neither one of us feels right using baby a and b. We’re close to a decision.
Thank you, again. Your words of support are beyond value.