After a quick examination, the doctor let me know I had begun to dilate (1 cm) and she could already feel a baby. There was no need for her to say anything else. I knew my fate. It was back down to labor and delivery for me.
From there it was like a bad rerun. I had a doctor and nurse over my bed trying to trace your heartbeats on the monitor, while another was jabbing me with an IV, shot, and another lovely catheter. However, I was so grateful to be in the care of some wonderfully caring, familiar faces. As much as I didn't want to be back in the hospital, I was comforted that I had some of my favorite, sweet souls looking after me. After 45 minutes of just getting me set up, it was on to another ultrasound. Zsu Zsu, Paka, Aunt Aubrey, and Uncle Kye were all there to see you. Unfortunately, this may have been the first ultrasound I did not enjoy. Baby A, you are now so incredibly low that it's tricky to find you. The nurse was pushing down so hard which caused instant cramping and contracting. However during the ultrasound we also met with my regular doctor, as well as another high risk doctor. He was very encouraging. "We aren't throwing out life savers yet. You aren't drowning. Just sending up some warning flags. You could still make it several weeks."
After our ultrasound, and being returned to my room, it was back to the upside position followed by more of that fun magnesium (this time only for 13 hours and not 36!). This was the start of a long and draining night. From 7-10, I got decent sleep in 30 or so increments (with the magnesium they need to recheck me every single hour, so you never get more than an hour sleep at a time.....good practice for when you two get here, right?!). At 1 AM my nurse asked, "Are you sleeping at all??" She quickly got me an ambien to help me sleep....until 3 when we faced yet another scare.
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I soon began cramping pretty badly which is never a good sign. It was looking like we'd be taking an ambulance ride down to UL to deliver. But not before the doctors tried one more thing first.....and more importantly (and what I give credit to), not before your daddy offered a prayer over the three of us. At 4 AM we were given another shot. Thank God the cramps calmed down enough to take me off the magnesium and enough to not transfer me.
The next several hours were pretty sleepless and unfortunately the cramps have since picked up again. So, we do all that we know to do. We pray. We trust God. And we hold on to our faith, Little Miracles. You have made it through another day. Today we celebrate 27 weeks and 3 days. And for that we rejoice and praise God, and we beg with broken hearts as we do everyday...."Just one more day, our merciful Lord."
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| love that this is what they posted today. Thank you, God, for yet another confirmation that you have us in your hands. |
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