On May 5th I had a doctor’s appointment – 4 weeks until my due date of June 2nd. Regular appointment with ultrasound – Jeremy was with me. We got in there. The tech is doing her thing, measuring the bean and what not. When it’s over, she says “I’ll be right back.” We thought, weird….she’s never done that before.
So when she gets back she tells us that we need to meet with the doctor in the ultrasound room with her. So we wait. I’m wondering what the heck is going on of course.
The doctor comes in, looks at some numbers the tech pulled up on the big screen for us all to see and says “I think you might need to be on bed rest.” Um, what??? NO. Long story short….she hadn’t grown very much since our last ultrasound and my fluid was bordering on dangerously low. So…there I was about to be put on bed rest. But what did I do? I convinced my doctor to let me work at least the next week but not do ANYTHING. No getting up out of my seat unless I have to pee (I was training a lady to do my job, she could get up). “Fine. But drink LOTS AND LOTS of juice.”
Over that next week I consumed more than four jugs of 72 ounces of white grape juice and unspeakable amounts of water. I was due back to the doctor on May 12th for a recheck of my fluid. So…we go…with Mamaw and Big Daddy in tow (my husband’s dad and step mom). Again….long story short – my fluid had improved some but not good enough but she did grow some! This time there was no convincing to do. I must be on permanent bed rest till the baby is due.
So, for the next two weeks I got up, saw the oldest off to school and went back to bed until Keira (our almost 3 year old) decided to get up. Then I fixed her breakfast (usually just cereal) and sat my butt on the couch until someone got there to help out that day. Usually it was Mamaw and Big Daddy. On the weekends my mom would come over and cook dinner and help clean up. They gave Keira her baths and washed and folded our clothes, cooked our dinners, vacuumed our floors and steam mopped the tile. I felt so helpless. I told myself that it was all for the good of the bean but I HATED to sit there all day.
Finally. On the 19th – we went to the doctor for the last time. She’d grown some, but still not lots. There was improved fluid, but still not good enough. I was scheduled for induction at the local hospital with the best NICU because of the fear that she may need help for midnight on the 25th. Wasn’t my hospital of choice but hey….I want her to be well taken care of if that need arose.
My mom came that Sunday night and brought dinner. Jeremy and I tried to sleep but it just wasn’t happening. I think we slept about 2 hours before we had to get up and head to the hospital. Keira had fallen asleep and we put her in her bed. Seth and mom were still up and we said our good byes. We’d call them later when my water broke (cause last time it was a while before Keira made her entrance). The drive to the hospital was filled with what if’s and talk about her name. We had decided on two finally – Adelyn and Caitlyn.
Once there we were walked to our room and I had to fill out some paperwork and do the necessary vitals and such. Jeremy got situated on the uncomfortable but large couch and I got ready for my nurse to come in and give me my fluids. I absolutely HATE having needles stuck in my hand. As I wrote that I could totally feel her sticking that in the top of my hand again. UGH. I had to also have a softener done on my cervix. You ladies with babies already know what that means. Most Uncomfortable Thing Ever In My Life. I’d totally rather have my finger nail ripped off than have that lady do that again.
Then….all we could do was wait.
That day in Chattanooga was the USA Cycling Championships. I had hoped that since it was taking place near the hospital we were in that it wouldn’t cause traffic problems for family coming to see us later. Little did I know I should have been worried about my doctor being able to make it to the hospital in time……(picture below was me on the 19th before our doctors appointment).