This was quite possibly the longest night of my life. After the diagnosis came that I would have to stay, Morgan went home to send our friends home, so he could be home with Little Miss. The next several hours after 1:00 in the morning consisted of more monitoring, IVs, temperature checking, a shot in the tushy, and trips to the bathroom. With the remaining moments left for me to sleep, I couldn't get my mind to rest. What were we going to do? Who was going to watch Little Miss? How can we spend Christmas here? It was exhausting. A lot of uncontrollable crying, that I like to blame on the hormones.
Sunday Morning was a little crazy. I'm the Primary President in my ward. I was supposed to go to a 7:00 AM Ward Council meeting, which I obviously missed. Then I had an appointment with my Bishop at 8:30, which I obviously missed. I was supposed to teach Sharing Time that day also, so I spent the morning trying to get in touch with the one and only member of the presidency that was going to be at church that day. Morgan said that the phone was ringing off the hook with calls of concern and teachers calling to cancel. Poor Morgan had to deal with a lot of it for me.
Morgan and Little Miss spent most of the day with me, which was wonderful. We began calling our parents to tell them the news. We started to make a plan for who was going to watch Little Miss on which days. Making a plan felt so good. My dad, step-mom and sister came to visit bringing loads of things to keep me occupied. I'm SOOOO grateful for that.
We had a neo-something-specialist come and talk to us about the very real problems that 23 week and Preemie babies could have. Not very good news, but good information to have. He told us that we need to be prepared to make some pretty serious decisions, based on how developed our baby is. We need to ask ourselves what kind of life do we want this baby to have? It helped us put things into perspective and realize that we need God's help more now than anytime. Morgan and I pretty much decided that it is in the Lord's hands. We're doing everything within our power. We have all these doctors and technology on our side. And if the baby comes before she's ready, then we can raise this baby in the next life. That's the beauty of an eternal family. And if all goes well and I can stay pregnant until she is nice and healthy and ready to come, then we will raise this baby in this life. But it's out of our hands. We just need to exercise faith.
Sunday night I slept soo well. I was so exhausted from no sleep the night before. And we had a plan of who was going to care for Little Miss. And I was feeling fine. Several hours of sleep is exactly what my body needed.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
The Diagnosis
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.
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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