So far, this has not been what I've envisioned how my second pregnancy was supposed to go. That's rarely how things go in life though. I've had a pretty healthy pregnancy so far. A couple ultrasounds identified a sub chorionic hemmorrage which required me to be on 'take it easy' orders for a good 12 weeks. No heavy lifting, no vacuuming or anything that would overwork the pelvic area. Check. Not that big of a deal. I was feeling great. At our 20 week ultrasound, everything looked healthy and found out we were having another baby girl.
Saturday, November 26 everything changed. That evening, I noticed some spotting. Which honestly isn't the end of the world, especially with my diagnosised hemmorages. But it felt a lot more serious than that. I took it easy for a couple hours and put my Little Miss to bed while my husband went to a meeting. Around 9:30 that night, the spotting had actually gotten a little worse, so I called my doctor and he told me to go to the hospital to be monitored. We called our friends over to stay with Little Miss while we journied to the hospital.
Admissions and testing and diagnosing took several hours. The nurses tried to be reassuring, but as the evening wore on, the news didn't look very good. I was only 23 weeks pregnant. Around 1 in the morning, we were told that I needed to be admitted and stay on hospitalized bedrest until the baby was born. I had prePROM, premature rupture of membranes, or my amniotic fluid was leaking. Basically my water had broken. Not good news for a 23 week baby.
Our course of action: bedrest 100% of the day. Heavy heavy doses of antibiotics to help avoid infection. Steriods to help develop the baby's lungs. A lot of prayer.
Considering everything goes well, I will be on bedrest until Week 34.
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