Saturday, November 1, 2014

My Second Home: Floyd Labor and Delivery Ward

Yesterday, I had a routine visit at the doctor's office.  All thanks to my blood pressure, we were sent back to the hospital.  To tell you the truth, I'm a bit tired of the same old story myself.  I was excited to meet Miss Jasper Wheeler on her birthday!  The nurse let us slip back to say hi before they strapped me to the bed.

I was in triage for about 4 hours before they put me in a room on the maternity ward.  I was told (again) that this was it.  I'd probably be here until 37 weeks - November 10.  The doctor visited this morning.  All my labs look good, and my blood pressure is down.  I'm convinced that the nurse at the doctor's office was using a blood pressure cuff that was too small and that contributed to my highly elevated blood pressure yesterday.  The doctor told me that I don't look toxic at all - always nice to hear.  

A determination will be made when my 24 hour test comes back after lunch, and I'll (hopefully) be discharged.  Bo has gone to stay with his Moma and Bepaw.  He'll be beside himself.  :)

Up until this point, I was counting down to 37 weeks, but now they're saying that we could go past that.  Good for the baby, but I'm OVER BEDREST ALREADY.  I'm going to work on having a good attitude.  A visit from the Wheelers will help.  Totally looking forward to that.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Baby Cheeks: Good News!

We had the first of our 2 weekly checkups today.  I got there about 15 minutes early in the hopes that they'd get me in earlier.  It was a joke.  My 10:30 appointment turned into an 11:15.  Ugh.  I understand that doctors typically run late, and usually my clinic is really good.  I think that when you're going twice a week, though, patience runs thin.

Anyhow - the nurse took my blood pressure... she and I both know that it's been pretty high (sometimes frighteningly so).  She gave me a funny look.  I immediately thought that I was headed back to the hospital.  NOPE!  It was 136/90.  If my count is right, that's lower than it's been in almost 6 weeks!  Also, there was no trace of protein in my urine!

Baby Cheeks wasn't as responsive as we wanted on the NST, but that's pretty much standard at this point, so I got the go ahead to come back on Friday.  

It's such a relief to finally have a good report!  Now the challenge is to remember that my good report is because I'm doing things correctly and not use it as license to go back to running around doing whatever I want.  Except Halloween.  I want to see the kiddos Trick or Treat!  Anyone have a wheelchair I can borrow for the night? 

Monday, October 27, 2014


You'll have to forgive me.  The next few Mondays are BIG milestones!  Today we are at 35 weeks.  If Cheeks comes now, (s)he is considered late preterm - not a preemie!  (Okay - technically still a preemie, I guess, but you get it...)

I've done a lot of googling "babies born at 33 weeks" and "babies born at 35 weeks" and whatnot.  I noticed that many of the babies born in the 34th week still have feeding tubes, whereas the babies born at 35 weeks seem to be pictured without them.  I know it's not in the least bit scientific, but it does make me feel better.

Last night, I *think* we had some Braxton Hicks contractions.  They were short, but I'm almost sure that's what they are.  Could have been Cheeks pushing against my whole belly at once, but I kinda doubt it.

Doctor visit tomorrow!

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Pumpkin Carving!

You know what makes my husband a GREAT daddy?

It's more than the pumpkin carving.

He lets the kids be themselves.

Me?  I want to direct... birthday parties, holidays, clothing, room decor, etc...

Cam?  If Bo says that the eyes go halfway down the pumpkin and should be squares, that's what happens.  No questions asked.


Cheeks: My BIG baby.

Yesterday, we had our follow up with the doctor.  Cam and I arrived at 8:40 for our appointment at 8:50 only to be told that we didn't have an appointment.  It didn't take long to work it out, and they squeezed us in only slightly after our original appointment.

The nurse took my vitals and then hooked me up to the machine for the nonstress test.  Somewhere around the 10 minute mark, the doctor came in.  Not one to mince words, she nodded her hello and then declared, "Your blood pressure sucks."  While some people might not appreciate this delivery, it's actually my preferred method of communication.  As a born optimist, when people don't speak clearly and directly, I have a tendency to gloss it over.

Once again, Baby Cheeks was not responsive enough for the doctor's liking, so we were sent to wait for a biophysical profile ultrasound.  The ultrasound tech was nice enough to flip over to her 4D ultrasound so that we could get a really good view of this cheeky baby.  It was amazing.

Baby was moving and grooving and we passed another BPP with 8 out of 8.  The tech estimated that baby is weighing in at 7 pounds and 9 ounces, though she admitted that her estimates are usually about half a pound high.

We met with the doctor afterwards.  I was just sure that she was going to send me back to the hospital, but she told me that she trusts me and my family to watch for symptoms and get to the hospital if anything changes.  From the beginning, it's been clear that this baby will be another csection baby, and I consoled myself by thinking about how nice it would be to schedule Cheeks' birthday.  It never occurred to me that there is every possibility that I will go into labor naturally before our induction date.  (There I go again... glossing things over.)

The doctor told me that with a baby this big, there is every possibility that I'll just hit maximum uterus capacity and go into labor.  She reminded us that God is in control and with His help, we'll make it to 37 weeks - but if we don't, that's His plan too.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Bed Rest: The Glamorous Life.

Today I wore my pajamas all day.  I watched too much television, clipped some coupons, and called to make an appointment with the vet.

The most strenuous part of my day was losing the remote... or maybe it was microwaving a hot dog for lunch.

I took one nap, ate two large cups of ice, and updated Facebook too many times.

I think I'll balance my checkbook.

My life is SO exciting.

One day closer to a full term baby.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Home again. Home again. Jiggety jig.

Since my last update, I've been moved down to the maternity wing.  I had been told fairly clearly that I should just NOT prepare myself to go home.  Based on everything that was going on, I was told that I had 3 options.

  1. Tests come back looking dangerous.  Emergency cesarean section.
  2. Tests come back looking fine.  I go home.
  3. Tests come back borderline.  I stay on the maternity hall until things start looking dangerous or 37 weeks.
As the doctor presented me with these options, he made it very clear that he did NOT expect me to go home and he did NOT expect me to make it to 37 weeks.  According to him, preeclampsia does not get better until delivery.  It only will get worse from here.  In his words, "it could be a matter of hours, days, or weeks."  He didn't believe I'd take a turn for the worse in hours or weeks.  I can't tell you how relieving it is to have a doctor just break it down for you in a realistic sort of way.

I wasn't happy, but I resigned myself to make the best of my next days or (God forbid) weeks on the maternity hall.  All the tests were back and stable.  Baby passed another biophysical profile.  (Ultrasound tech estimates that Cheeks is 7 pounds +/- 1 pound and measuring at 37 weeks.  If she's right, Cheeks is already bigger than Bo at birth!)  Proteinuria had not increased at all.  Blood work all looked normal.  My blood pressure was bouncing around a little, but mostly steady.

I moved out of L&D and down to the M Wing.  I got settled in for who-knows-how-long.  

That's when things changed.  I had had dinner and settled in to watch some TV when the doctor came back.  He told me that my last proteinuria test was not actually correct.  They had simply re-read my last results.  My new results weren't even in yet.  I was terrified.  I've read many many horror stories of people going from levels like mine (low 400's - preeclampsic but barely) to the THOUSANDS (dangerous and ready for emergency cesarean immediately) overnight.  He was done with his rotation, but said that someone would get me the results that night.

I waited.  It wasn't too long before the nurse came back to tell me that my levels were down in the 200's!  Not even preeclampsic levels!  The nurse called the new rotation doctor to tell her of the change.  The doctor came to visit me and told me that based on all the evidence, she couldn't see a good reason for me to stay.  She told me that she'd be comfortable discharging me immediately, but that if I was agreeable (and because it was already 7PM) that she'd like it if I'd stay the night and do a few more blood pressure checks.  I agreed.

I couldn't believe how quickly the news changed!  I was going home!  I AM going home!  Hopefully I'll be heading back through town at the right time to pick up Bo from school!  I'll be back on the couch, but I'll be home.  

Baby Cheeks is coming soon - but not now!