I had followup appointments Monday and Wednesday, where fluid levels still looked borderline low. Yesterday, I was at the doctor for 9 hours, doing various ultrasounds and tests, and it looks like the baby is doing well despite the low fluid levels. I went into the day thinking there was a good chance I'd be hospitalized, so I was very happy to end up spending the evening at home. My next appointment is next Wednesday, at which point I will be 36 weeks and 4 days pregnant. By that point, if levels remain low, the doctors might push induction a little more, because baby will be very close to full term (technically 37 weeks). But it's good to know that he gets another week of development, and I get a week of not worrying.
It has been emotionally draining waking up every few days and thinking "I might have a baby today." I guess that's how most women feel around their due dates, but to have that every day starting at 33 weeks has been stressful. Last night I got the first full night's sleep I've had in a while.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Slight complications - 35 W
We went to the doctor's office Wednesday for a routine checkup. I had planned to take the day off work - I went to the gym in the morning, and was planning to set up a baby registry in the afternoon, after the appointment. I knew they were going to check my amniotic fluid levels at the appointment, because they had looked borderline low at my last ultrasound.
They check the fluid levels by ultrasound, so I figured at least we would get to see the baby again and confirm that he was head down and getting into position for delivery. The ultrasound technician spent a lot of time trying to capture his face on the monitor, and we got a few glimpses that looked less zombie-like than before. We also confirmed that he was a boy.
After the ultrasound, we went back to the doctor to discuss the results. She told us the fluid levels were very low, and that we would have to go straight to the hospital, where I would be put in an IV to make sure I was hydrated. They would do another sonogram there, and see whether the fluid levels increased - if not, we might have to induce labor right away. I was somewhat in shock, and so glad that Aaron was with me. As we drove to the hospital, I wondered whether we'd be coming back with our baby.
We got to our hospital, and I spent several hours on an IV. There were some moments where I felt that we should be in a sitcom, what with dealing with nurses who only spoke spanish, and who kept thinking that we were there to deliver the baby *right away.* They told Aaron to change his clothes, and I thought there must be some misunderstanding - he doesn't need any special clothing to watch me get an IV inserted! Later, they kept asking if I was there for "parto" or "cesario" - labor or c-section. No no no no no, just observacion please! Anyway, the fluid levels seemed to go back up with the IV, and I was kept on it overnight. I've been on bedrest since Thursday, and I have another appointment tomorrow to check how things are looking. I've been drinking almost 2 gallons a day and hoping to give our little guy plenty of room to swim around.
Before this happened, I'd spent lots of time thinking about the labor and birth experiences, and hoping for a natural childbirth without induction or pain killers. I still have that goal - go into labor naturally, and let my body do its thing. But my secondary goal right now is to make it to 36 weeks (1 more week) before being induced, to avoid a c-section if at all possible, and to end up with a healthy baby. The birthing process itself seems much less important.
We are scrambling to prepare our house for the possibility that we will have a baby much sooner than expected. In a way, it is exciting - we would meet our baby so much sooner! But I still hope that everything looks normal tomorrow and we go back to planning for a due date of March 15.
They check the fluid levels by ultrasound, so I figured at least we would get to see the baby again and confirm that he was head down and getting into position for delivery. The ultrasound technician spent a lot of time trying to capture his face on the monitor, and we got a few glimpses that looked less zombie-like than before. We also confirmed that he was a boy.
After the ultrasound, we went back to the doctor to discuss the results. She told us the fluid levels were very low, and that we would have to go straight to the hospital, where I would be put in an IV to make sure I was hydrated. They would do another sonogram there, and see whether the fluid levels increased - if not, we might have to induce labor right away. I was somewhat in shock, and so glad that Aaron was with me. As we drove to the hospital, I wondered whether we'd be coming back with our baby.
We got to our hospital, and I spent several hours on an IV. There were some moments where I felt that we should be in a sitcom, what with dealing with nurses who only spoke spanish, and who kept thinking that we were there to deliver the baby *right away.* They told Aaron to change his clothes, and I thought there must be some misunderstanding - he doesn't need any special clothing to watch me get an IV inserted! Later, they kept asking if I was there for "parto" or "cesario" - labor or c-section. No no no no no, just observacion please! Anyway, the fluid levels seemed to go back up with the IV, and I was kept on it overnight. I've been on bedrest since Thursday, and I have another appointment tomorrow to check how things are looking. I've been drinking almost 2 gallons a day and hoping to give our little guy plenty of room to swim around.
Before this happened, I'd spent lots of time thinking about the labor and birth experiences, and hoping for a natural childbirth without induction or pain killers. I still have that goal - go into labor naturally, and let my body do its thing. But my secondary goal right now is to make it to 36 weeks (1 more week) before being induced, to avoid a c-section if at all possible, and to end up with a healthy baby. The birthing process itself seems much less important.
We are scrambling to prepare our house for the possibility that we will have a baby much sooner than expected. In a way, it is exciting - we would meet our baby so much sooner! But I still hope that everything looks normal tomorrow and we go back to planning for a due date of March 15.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Two months less one day
It is January 16, and I am seven months and one day pregnant. I had a doctor's appointment today that revealed that the uterus is still measuring small, but I have decided not to freak out about that like I did last time. I can feel the baby in there, and he/she is starting to get noticeable body parts (I think I can tell the difference between head, body, and legs), and I just can't worry too much if it is measuring an inch smaller than it is supposed to. As my friend K. pointed out, the baby's dad is very much on the small end of average, so if baby ends up being on the small end, it makes sense (plus it might make for an easier delivery!)
I'm still feeling pretty good. Every now and then I overdo it and start feeling totally exhausted and need to lie down in the middle of the day. One of those times was when we tried to go baby shopping at Wal Mart (the only accessible discount store in PR). The traffic, the parking, the long lines, the schlepping, all completely exhausted me, plus we didn't even end up buying anything. Ugh. So we have decided to stick with slightly more upscale places that do not make me decide that the baby needs to stay in my belly forever because I just can't stand shopping for it.
My weight gain has slowed down considerably (I am + 26 pounds now, will probably end up gaining something in the low 30s). But it is getting harder and harder to lug myself up and down the 76 steps to my apartment every day. Sorry for the lack of pics - I've been a delinquent about uploading from my camera - but I will post some in the next few days.
I'm still feeling pretty good. Every now and then I overdo it and start feeling totally exhausted and need to lie down in the middle of the day. One of those times was when we tried to go baby shopping at Wal Mart (the only accessible discount store in PR). The traffic, the parking, the long lines, the schlepping, all completely exhausted me, plus we didn't even end up buying anything. Ugh. So we have decided to stick with slightly more upscale places that do not make me decide that the baby needs to stay in my belly forever because I just can't stand shopping for it.
My weight gain has slowed down considerably (I am + 26 pounds now, will probably end up gaining something in the low 30s). But it is getting harder and harder to lug myself up and down the 76 steps to my apartment every day. Sorry for the lack of pics - I've been a delinquent about uploading from my camera - but I will post some in the next few days.
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