Monday's Tests

Since we were admitted over the weekend, a few things needed to wait until Monday to get accomplished. One of which was to talk to my doctor. He was out of town over the weekend, and I had just met with an on-call doctor. By this point, he didn't have any new news. The courses of intense antibiotics should continue. Considering everything goes well (ie no contractions or infections) then he won't give the green light to come off of bed rest until I reach 34 weeks. Grand total of 11 weeks in bed. But that's okay, because that means this Baby Girl will be a lot more ready to come into this world then.

They also gave me an ultrasound and had me meet with some perio-something-specialist. This was another rush of the realistic complications that are present. This isn't an ideal pregnancy and the possibilities of a horrible outcome are very real. The baby had dropped. Her head is sooo low they couldn't see it on the ultrasound. One of the nurses pointed out that this might be a good thing. She can use her noggin kind of like a cork, keeping more fluid inside.

They also measured the amount of amniotic fluid. They said a normal level is 10-20. Mine was measuring at 4.5. Low. But there still is some fluid. Some possible complications of lack of fluid consist of affecting lung development and leg, arm, and joint development. Without enough fluid, the baby doesn't learn to breathe and so her lungs don't learn to work properly. And if there isn't enough fluid for the baby to move, her arms and legs won't work properly. And honestly, the only way to really know is to wait until the baby is born. The placenta and baby's urine produces more fluid, which is promising. The only way to know at what rate I'm loosing fluid compared to the fluid that is being produced is monitored by ultrasound over the upcoming weeks.

One of the highlights was that Morgan and Little Miss spent a huge portion of the day with me. Little Miss makes herself at home and climbs into bed with me and just cuddles with me and 'hugs' baby sister. When it was bed time and time for them to go home, it broke my heart to have Little Miss cry and say she didn't want to leave mommy. I don't ever want her to leave either.