I don't think I'm patient enough anymore to sit here and think through a really good blog, so it's gonna be short. I'm still pregnant - There are ups and downs to this, but I do think the ups outweigh the downs. The NST yesterday went great. Both girls cooperated and my blood pressure was lower than it has been. Great. I still felt cruddy but was happy that there were some improvements. At my OB appointment I found, once again, I had not gained or lost a single ounce. I asked them if their scale was broken, but it wasn't.
At my last appointment the doc told us about the "hands and knees, then down on to my arms" trick that sometimes turns, or moves, a baby when presenting breech. It worked!!! But, now they're both breech. Hahahahaha. The nurse took my blood pressure and it read something like 122/72. Yeah, that's great, but there's no way in hell that was my blood pressure. She actually had some difficulty and ran the cuff a couple of times before settling on that number, but neither Corey, the doctor or I was convinced that the reading was correct. They didn't take the pressure again, but my pulse rate was high, so that should have given it away. Anyways, everything looked good, including my bloodwork. My platelets had gone back up to 171...YAY...and all the other readings looked OK. Still a little proteinuria, constant headaches and I still see stars, but with the improvements the doc was hesitant to induce just yet - Especially with both girls now breech. They did, however, inform me that while I was at the hospital for my NST they monitored my contractions and they were coming about every 10 minutes. I've had so many contractions lately, that only a few have caused me to stop and pay closer attention to them. The ones I had yesterday, not so much. But they are increasing in frequency now, so it's just another thing to watch.
I go back in on Monday for another NST and OB appointment - If there are changes in dilation, my blood pressure is higher or something is just too stressful on me or the girls, we will schedule the delivery for Tuesday or Wednesday. Otherwise, I'll go back on Thursday for another round of appointments and we'll schedule the delivery for Friday or Saturday. They would like me to make it to 36 weeks (next Friday) but we're in the safe zone now, so whenever it happens is just fine and dandy with all the docs now. Either way, it looks as though our girls will be here by next weekend. The worst part is that it's looking highly likely that I'll be having a C-Section and I really hoped it wouldn't come to that. Nature works in amazing ways, though, and I know that we're in the home stretch now, and that it's going to be OK.
So, off to more bed rest and I'll update soon!
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Stick a Fork in Me
I was about to begin this blog with "Happy Thursday." But, I think it's Wednesday. Corey may argue this, but I believe that I'm usually aware of my surroundings and everything that's going on, including what day it is. In fact, I swore I had blogged after my visit on Saturday, but I didn't. Lately, I seem to be lacking in general knowledge of the time, date and day of the week. Being on bed rest has not helped - Spending hours upon hours laying down on STRICT bed rest has caused me serious mis-perception in everyday occurrences and I can't wait to get back in to a somewhat normal routine. Yeah, yeah, I know, there's nothing normal about the events that are about to take place in our lives - But to be among the living is something I long for at the moment, and that seems pretty normal.
I'm blogging today and the header wasn't "Birth Announcement" so obviously we haven't had the babies yet. We're just about there, thank goodness.
Yesterday was my scheduled NST and OB appointment. We got to the hospital, 9:30AM, as scheduled, and we were informed that the beds were all full in the maternity ward, they were short staffed, and the last nurse they had was just sent on an emergency transfer from Hood River to Portland. In other words, they had no place to put me for the NST. Unfortunately, this proved to be quite an inconvenience for us - Our OB appointment wasn't until 11:45 and we had just dropped Cooper off with meemaw, at her office, with the intention of picking him up after the OB appointment. Living out of town makes situations like this very difficult, especially with me being on bed rest. So, we decided to pick Cooper back up from meemaw's work and Corey would take him shopping while I laid down in the car. My NST was rescheduled for after my OB appointment. It was comfortable enough laying in the car, but my feet weren't propped up, which they probably should have been. After all the shopping was done and Cooper had his lunch of "buggafies" (burger and fries) we headed over to drop him back off with meemaw. She planned to take him home for his afternoon nap. Off to the doc.....
My weight had gone unchanged in a week - I mean, not an ounce heavier, not an ounce lighter. Exactly the same. I kind of figured that I'd have put on several pounds being on bed rest, continuing to eat the same diet, and not getting around to work out the calories. Nope, not me. My blood pressure was still borderline at 139/92 and my legs and ankles were so swollen. Everything else, however, was still just hovering at the same level it was last Saturday. I had been on a Z-pak (azythromicin) for the sinus and throat infection, and I was feeling somewhat better. The doc checked for dilation with no changes to report. The ultrasound showed that baby A was feet and butt down, and baby B was head down. We're hoping that over the next couple of days baby B will push her way down to become baby A and we'll have that au natural birth. No C Sections, no C Sections, no C Sections, no C Sections...........
My next OB appointment is this Friday, day after tomorrow. If at that appointment my blood pressure is up, or my overall health status is worse, the babies will be delivered Friday night or Saturday. If everything stays the same - No increase in contractions, blood pressure still hovering at 140/90, no headaches, no vision spots - then I'll be scheduled for another routine follow up appointment on Monday or Tuesday, and we'll do the same thing....Maybe they'll deliver that night, maybe not....I have had a headache since last night that is not resolving with Tylenol and my sinus infection seems to be heading back, even with the antibiotic treatment. So, at this rate, they'll be here this weekend unless things improve. I can't argue.
I'm ready to have them. I know, the longer they bake, the better off they'll be. But my brain's baked, my belly is well done in for, and my back isn't as strong as I thought it was. My hips pop when I move, I pee hourly, I can't breathe and I can't put my socks on anymore....That usually means it's time to stick a fork in something, cause it's done.....right?
Poor Maija is currently in the other room with Cooper, hacking and coughing with a hoarse throat that sounds all too much like how my nasty illness began a few days back. It came on fast (within a couple of hours), and I felt better the next day. But later in the afternoon and in to the night it felt like I'd been hit by a truck. The same seems to be happening to her. It hit her last night with a nasty sore throat, and this morning she felt much better. But this afternoon she's losing her voice, her cough is full of rough stuff and I understand it all completely. Corey will be home shortly to relieve her and I hope she goes home to rest. Unfortunately, if her illness continues on the same path as mine, she'll need something to help clear it up. I'm so sorry for passing this on to you, Maija!!!
So, I'm heading in to lay down in the living room to help monitor the boy, and we'll see what happens with the girls at the next appointment......Gotta love this March madness!
I'm blogging today and the header wasn't "Birth Announcement" so obviously we haven't had the babies yet. We're just about there, thank goodness.
Yesterday was my scheduled NST and OB appointment. We got to the hospital, 9:30AM, as scheduled, and we were informed that the beds were all full in the maternity ward, they were short staffed, and the last nurse they had was just sent on an emergency transfer from Hood River to Portland. In other words, they had no place to put me for the NST. Unfortunately, this proved to be quite an inconvenience for us - Our OB appointment wasn't until 11:45 and we had just dropped Cooper off with meemaw, at her office, with the intention of picking him up after the OB appointment. Living out of town makes situations like this very difficult, especially with me being on bed rest. So, we decided to pick Cooper back up from meemaw's work and Corey would take him shopping while I laid down in the car. My NST was rescheduled for after my OB appointment. It was comfortable enough laying in the car, but my feet weren't propped up, which they probably should have been. After all the shopping was done and Cooper had his lunch of "buggafies" (burger and fries) we headed over to drop him back off with meemaw. She planned to take him home for his afternoon nap. Off to the doc.....
My weight had gone unchanged in a week - I mean, not an ounce heavier, not an ounce lighter. Exactly the same. I kind of figured that I'd have put on several pounds being on bed rest, continuing to eat the same diet, and not getting around to work out the calories. Nope, not me. My blood pressure was still borderline at 139/92 and my legs and ankles were so swollen. Everything else, however, was still just hovering at the same level it was last Saturday. I had been on a Z-pak (azythromicin) for the sinus and throat infection, and I was feeling somewhat better. The doc checked for dilation with no changes to report. The ultrasound showed that baby A was feet and butt down, and baby B was head down. We're hoping that over the next couple of days baby B will push her way down to become baby A and we'll have that au natural birth. No C Sections, no C Sections, no C Sections, no C Sections...........
My next OB appointment is this Friday, day after tomorrow. If at that appointment my blood pressure is up, or my overall health status is worse, the babies will be delivered Friday night or Saturday. If everything stays the same - No increase in contractions, blood pressure still hovering at 140/90, no headaches, no vision spots - then I'll be scheduled for another routine follow up appointment on Monday or Tuesday, and we'll do the same thing....Maybe they'll deliver that night, maybe not....I have had a headache since last night that is not resolving with Tylenol and my sinus infection seems to be heading back, even with the antibiotic treatment. So, at this rate, they'll be here this weekend unless things improve. I can't argue.
I'm ready to have them. I know, the longer they bake, the better off they'll be. But my brain's baked, my belly is well done in for, and my back isn't as strong as I thought it was. My hips pop when I move, I pee hourly, I can't breathe and I can't put my socks on anymore....That usually means it's time to stick a fork in something, cause it's done.....right?
Poor Maija is currently in the other room with Cooper, hacking and coughing with a hoarse throat that sounds all too much like how my nasty illness began a few days back. It came on fast (within a couple of hours), and I felt better the next day. But later in the afternoon and in to the night it felt like I'd been hit by a truck. The same seems to be happening to her. It hit her last night with a nasty sore throat, and this morning she felt much better. But this afternoon she's losing her voice, her cough is full of rough stuff and I understand it all completely. Corey will be home shortly to relieve her and I hope she goes home to rest. Unfortunately, if her illness continues on the same path as mine, she'll need something to help clear it up. I'm so sorry for passing this on to you, Maija!!!
So, I'm heading in to lay down in the living room to help monitor the boy, and we'll see what happens with the girls at the next appointment......Gotta love this March madness!
Friday, March 6, 2009
The Zoo
No babies yet.....And that is a good thing. I went in for my tests yesterday and they were OK enough for the doctor to send me home for another two days. It has been so frustrating being on bed rest and barking orders to Katie and Corey. I'm not one to be like that, and now that I've been doing this for a couple of weeks, I hope to GOD that I am able to deliver these girls naturally so that it doesn't continue after they're born. Maija has started to take her time off so that she can be with Cooper during the day while Corey's at work. I will continue to be on strict bed rest until the girls arrive, which will be in the next 8 days. We're still shooting for the 35 week mark, next Friday, because if they decide that I need to have them sooner, they'll send me to Portland. I'd rather not, but at the same time, whatever is best for the girls, and me.
I do have to tell the story of the crazy hospital visit that I did have, though. I got to the hospital, and it was raining cats & dogs. When Corey drove up to the lobby entry to drop me off the valet offered to park the car. Yeah, valet, at the hospital. I'd seen the signs before, but never needed it and never thought about it. Corey was thrilled, as I don't know if he would have found a close spot, and I don't know if he's ever even used valet parking. It was great. So, we get up to the maternity ward and the nurses immediately know who I am. I've been there so much that they can all recognize my belly walking through the double doors before they've seen my face. Corey suggested that I get comfortable on the bed, but I informed him that because of the twins the nurse would need to put another belly monitor band down, and I'd still have to pee in a cup. He looked at me like I was crazy, but as I headed to bathroom the nurse pointed out that the cup was already in there, and she headed over to put the third belly band down before my return. It's funny, because Corey hasn't been there for all the NST's - He hasn't needed to be - and he just laughed at me as I was telling him all the little details of how the visit would go down.
The nurse got me hooked up, and when she couldn't find the heartbeats for a steady amount of time single-handedly she called in another nurse to help. Just after the second nurse began to work on the task of finding our stubborn girls, the Phlebotomist arrived for the blood draw. Here I was, on the bed, so careless to all that was happening, and Corey was in the glider laughing hysterically. I was so used to this, but he hadn't seen it. On my right was one nurse attempting to find a baby, while at the same time trying to get a blood pressure on me. The second nurse was closer to the lower part of my belly trying to find the other baby and also hooking up the contraction monitor to the top part of my belly. The lab tech was banding me up on my left arm to get ready to draw the blood and I had cords, needles and hands all over my mid section - It was quite a zoo.
Before the chaos took place the first nurse actually did have me all hooked up and the readings on the babies were great. But the blood pressure cuff had quit working and she decided to go find the portable blood pressure machine. She had all monitors and belts in place, stood up, took a step and found that every single cord that was hooked to me was wrapped around her ankles. She tripped, of course, began to fall, but caught herself on I believe the baby warmer that was close to the bed. I asked if she was OK and she asked the same of me. She mentioned that she was surprised that she didn't yank me off the bed. Corey quipped "Cara's pretty anchored and I doubt you could pull her out of that bed if you tried to." This, of course, was his comical way of reaffirming how enormous I really am. All three of us started laughing till we nearly cried. The nurse had to plug everything back in because though I was "anchored" the plugs into the machine weren't so much. Once plugged back in, I still couldn't stop laughing and each time I laugh, my belly bounces. Which, in turn, sounds on the monitor. So in the hall I'm sure everyone heard the laughs, the ultrasound booms from my bouncing belly and maybe even a snort from me. It was a great way to relieve some of the stress we were feeling about the visit and gave me something to blog about!! Thanks, Pam!
So....the tests. My blood pressure was 139/89, platelets had dropped to 151, still a trace of protein in the urine, and though difficult, they were able to get some good readings on the girls. Corey described this scenario as "Just a pinch below where everyone freaks out." The doc on call today, Dr. Adsit, decided that I was still in the safe zone, and that I could go home to be on strict bed rest again, and return in 48 hours for another round of the same tests. I go in tomorrow morning, and I hope that the report is still good. I'm just ONE week away from being able to deliver here in Hood River.
In the meantime, I'll just continue to lay in bed, count contractions, eat bon bons and watch soap opera's all day. No, Corey, not really. I'm bloggin!!! Hopefully we'll get good news again tomorrow. Till then.......
I do have to tell the story of the crazy hospital visit that I did have, though. I got to the hospital, and it was raining cats & dogs. When Corey drove up to the lobby entry to drop me off the valet offered to park the car. Yeah, valet, at the hospital. I'd seen the signs before, but never needed it and never thought about it. Corey was thrilled, as I don't know if he would have found a close spot, and I don't know if he's ever even used valet parking. It was great. So, we get up to the maternity ward and the nurses immediately know who I am. I've been there so much that they can all recognize my belly walking through the double doors before they've seen my face. Corey suggested that I get comfortable on the bed, but I informed him that because of the twins the nurse would need to put another belly monitor band down, and I'd still have to pee in a cup. He looked at me like I was crazy, but as I headed to bathroom the nurse pointed out that the cup was already in there, and she headed over to put the third belly band down before my return. It's funny, because Corey hasn't been there for all the NST's - He hasn't needed to be - and he just laughed at me as I was telling him all the little details of how the visit would go down.
The nurse got me hooked up, and when she couldn't find the heartbeats for a steady amount of time single-handedly she called in another nurse to help. Just after the second nurse began to work on the task of finding our stubborn girls, the Phlebotomist arrived for the blood draw. Here I was, on the bed, so careless to all that was happening, and Corey was in the glider laughing hysterically. I was so used to this, but he hadn't seen it. On my right was one nurse attempting to find a baby, while at the same time trying to get a blood pressure on me. The second nurse was closer to the lower part of my belly trying to find the other baby and also hooking up the contraction monitor to the top part of my belly. The lab tech was banding me up on my left arm to get ready to draw the blood and I had cords, needles and hands all over my mid section - It was quite a zoo.
Before the chaos took place the first nurse actually did have me all hooked up and the readings on the babies were great. But the blood pressure cuff had quit working and she decided to go find the portable blood pressure machine. She had all monitors and belts in place, stood up, took a step and found that every single cord that was hooked to me was wrapped around her ankles. She tripped, of course, began to fall, but caught herself on I believe the baby warmer that was close to the bed. I asked if she was OK and she asked the same of me. She mentioned that she was surprised that she didn't yank me off the bed. Corey quipped "Cara's pretty anchored and I doubt you could pull her out of that bed if you tried to." This, of course, was his comical way of reaffirming how enormous I really am. All three of us started laughing till we nearly cried. The nurse had to plug everything back in because though I was "anchored" the plugs into the machine weren't so much. Once plugged back in, I still couldn't stop laughing and each time I laugh, my belly bounces. Which, in turn, sounds on the monitor. So in the hall I'm sure everyone heard the laughs, the ultrasound booms from my bouncing belly and maybe even a snort from me. It was a great way to relieve some of the stress we were feeling about the visit and gave me something to blog about!! Thanks, Pam!
So....the tests. My blood pressure was 139/89, platelets had dropped to 151, still a trace of protein in the urine, and though difficult, they were able to get some good readings on the girls. Corey described this scenario as "Just a pinch below where everyone freaks out." The doc on call today, Dr. Adsit, decided that I was still in the safe zone, and that I could go home to be on strict bed rest again, and return in 48 hours for another round of the same tests. I go in tomorrow morning, and I hope that the report is still good. I'm just ONE week away from being able to deliver here in Hood River.
In the meantime, I'll just continue to lay in bed, count contractions, eat bon bons and watch soap opera's all day. No, Corey, not really. I'm bloggin!!! Hopefully we'll get good news again tomorrow. Till then.......
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
All good things must come to an end
Man oh man what one week can do to a person. Where to begin......
I was taken off bedrest last week and was thrilled to be able to do some things for myself again. Corey remained the cook, cleaner, laundry person and baby house preparer while I still barked orders...But I could move about, make some lunch, do some things that didn't keep me up for long. Corey bought a blood pressure monitor that we've used daily and it's been a great tool for us to know when I've been doing too much. But sometimes monitoring just isn't enough.
Sunday was my baby shower. It was a wonderful laid back, eat and greet, gift opening time for me, and the gifts were fantastic. Car seats, a double bassinet, clothes, blankets and bottles were some of the gifts that we got - Along with nearly 20 packages of diapers! What a relief to begin with those on hand. The food was great, and my good friend Shannah brought my favorite flavor brownies from the brownie factory she works at. Nearly 20 people were there, and that was about half of the people who were invited. It would have been an overloaded house had everyone been able to make it. Though I would have loved to see everyone who wasn't able to make it there, at the same time I don't know that there would have been much more room in that house for people to mingle about. Sometimes blessings come in disguises, I suppose. Thank you Niko and Kathy for hosting this wonderful party for us - We can't wait to use everything we got!
After we returned home with the loot, Corey, Katie and Katie's friend Jen unloaded everything (cooper included) in to the house. I laid down on the couch and about 2o minutes after resting Corey had Katie take my blood pressure. It was 156/108 - HOLY COW! That was so much higher than it's been, so I kept laying. 20 minutes later we took it again and it was back down to my baseline of 140/90. Still high, yes, but we took it again later and it was in the 130's. I couldn't believe that it had hit that high, since I hadn't really done much. Shows how sensitive this body is right now! It was seeing those high blood pressures that made me think, "All good things must come to an end." I had no idea just how dead on I was in thinking that....
My ultrasound appointment was yesterday - The tech was fast and was able to get all the measurements she needed and determine that both girls were sitting close to 5 pounds each. That's a really great weight to be at 33 1/2 weeks. Today was my NST/OB appointment, and oh boy, was that adventuresome - This is where the blog gets interesting.
So, I got to my scheduled NST appointment at the hospital, and though I had a headache, I have had one for several days I just figured it had something to do with the unending sinus thing I've had for several weeks. At the admitting desk they had me pre register for the girls' delivery. Nobody had yet worried about that little detail, as I think they were thinking we still have a lot of time before they arrive. I get up to the birthing center and a new nurse got to be the poor sucker to try to find the heartbeats today - Nothing against the new girl, but I was hoping that a familiar face was going to do it as a couple of them have mastered the art of finding them. My blood pressure at the beginning of the NST was 138/84. " It's pretty high" said the nurse. "Not for me!" I said. I then explained to the girl the positions that the ultrasound tech found them in yesterday, but she just couldn't find them where I said. She found heartbeats, but I though they were really close together and too low down. She swore they were from different babies. Okie dokie. Once all was said and done she took my blood pressure again - Surprisingly, it was up to 145/88. Oh, crap, I thought. She called my doctor with the NST, blood pressure and urine test report. I figured her response wasn't going to be as I'd hoped it would be. I was right - A full blood test was ordered STAT and I was to come over to her office as soon as that was done. Oh, joy. So I finished at the hospital and headed over to see Dr. Henson.
First things first - Pee in a cup. Normal routine for any of you mothers or mothers to be. Then weight - Up 3 pounds in a week. Hmmm. The nurse took my blood pressure and it was up to 154/74. Darn it - It was just creeping up before my eyes! The blood tests came back and there were 2 elements of concern: My iron levels are exactly the same they were when I was tested a few weeks back. Not so great, since I've been on supplements for several weeks now. And, most importantly, my platelets have gone down in the week since my last blood test. All symptoms combined - Continuous headache, swelling, high blood pressure, proteinuria, seeing stars or floaters, nausea and now a decrease in platelets - These all point to the one thing that I never had before, and didn't think I could this time around either: Pre eclampsia. Ugh.......
I have been placed on strict bed rest for the remainder of the pregnancy, which is not going to be much longer. In 48 hours - 11am on Thursday - I will go back to the hospital for another NST, round of blood work and urine test. If my blood pressure is the same, or higher AND my platelets have gone down in that time, I will be transferred to Portland for an early delivery of our girls on Thursday night or Friday. If the blood pressure is the same, and the platelets have remained the same, or increased I will return in another 48 hours to the hospital for the same testing again, with the same plan of attack with the results. We could have the girls as early as day after tomorrow.....Best case scenario, however, is we make it to Friday, March 13, at which point we can deliver here. Unfortunately, that's not looking so good any longer.
I may or may not be back on here to blog before their arrival - If I'm not, my next one will be their birth announcement! What an exciting week I have to look forward to while I lay here in bed...ha!
I was taken off bedrest last week and was thrilled to be able to do some things for myself again. Corey remained the cook, cleaner, laundry person and baby house preparer while I still barked orders...But I could move about, make some lunch, do some things that didn't keep me up for long. Corey bought a blood pressure monitor that we've used daily and it's been a great tool for us to know when I've been doing too much. But sometimes monitoring just isn't enough.
Sunday was my baby shower. It was a wonderful laid back, eat and greet, gift opening time for me, and the gifts were fantastic. Car seats, a double bassinet, clothes, blankets and bottles were some of the gifts that we got - Along with nearly 20 packages of diapers! What a relief to begin with those on hand. The food was great, and my good friend Shannah brought my favorite flavor brownies from the brownie factory she works at. Nearly 20 people were there, and that was about half of the people who were invited. It would have been an overloaded house had everyone been able to make it. Though I would have loved to see everyone who wasn't able to make it there, at the same time I don't know that there would have been much more room in that house for people to mingle about. Sometimes blessings come in disguises, I suppose. Thank you Niko and Kathy for hosting this wonderful party for us - We can't wait to use everything we got!
After we returned home with the loot, Corey, Katie and Katie's friend Jen unloaded everything (cooper included) in to the house. I laid down on the couch and about 2o minutes after resting Corey had Katie take my blood pressure. It was 156/108 - HOLY COW! That was so much higher than it's been, so I kept laying. 20 minutes later we took it again and it was back down to my baseline of 140/90. Still high, yes, but we took it again later and it was in the 130's. I couldn't believe that it had hit that high, since I hadn't really done much. Shows how sensitive this body is right now! It was seeing those high blood pressures that made me think, "All good things must come to an end." I had no idea just how dead on I was in thinking that....
My ultrasound appointment was yesterday - The tech was fast and was able to get all the measurements she needed and determine that both girls were sitting close to 5 pounds each. That's a really great weight to be at 33 1/2 weeks. Today was my NST/OB appointment, and oh boy, was that adventuresome - This is where the blog gets interesting.
So, I got to my scheduled NST appointment at the hospital, and though I had a headache, I have had one for several days I just figured it had something to do with the unending sinus thing I've had for several weeks. At the admitting desk they had me pre register for the girls' delivery. Nobody had yet worried about that little detail, as I think they were thinking we still have a lot of time before they arrive. I get up to the birthing center and a new nurse got to be the poor sucker to try to find the heartbeats today - Nothing against the new girl, but I was hoping that a familiar face was going to do it as a couple of them have mastered the art of finding them. My blood pressure at the beginning of the NST was 138/84. " It's pretty high" said the nurse. "Not for me!" I said. I then explained to the girl the positions that the ultrasound tech found them in yesterday, but she just couldn't find them where I said. She found heartbeats, but I though they were really close together and too low down. She swore they were from different babies. Okie dokie. Once all was said and done she took my blood pressure again - Surprisingly, it was up to 145/88. Oh, crap, I thought. She called my doctor with the NST, blood pressure and urine test report. I figured her response wasn't going to be as I'd hoped it would be. I was right - A full blood test was ordered STAT and I was to come over to her office as soon as that was done. Oh, joy. So I finished at the hospital and headed over to see Dr. Henson.
First things first - Pee in a cup. Normal routine for any of you mothers or mothers to be. Then weight - Up 3 pounds in a week. Hmmm. The nurse took my blood pressure and it was up to 154/74. Darn it - It was just creeping up before my eyes! The blood tests came back and there were 2 elements of concern: My iron levels are exactly the same they were when I was tested a few weeks back. Not so great, since I've been on supplements for several weeks now. And, most importantly, my platelets have gone down in the week since my last blood test. All symptoms combined - Continuous headache, swelling, high blood pressure, proteinuria, seeing stars or floaters, nausea and now a decrease in platelets - These all point to the one thing that I never had before, and didn't think I could this time around either: Pre eclampsia. Ugh.......
I have been placed on strict bed rest for the remainder of the pregnancy, which is not going to be much longer. In 48 hours - 11am on Thursday - I will go back to the hospital for another NST, round of blood work and urine test. If my blood pressure is the same, or higher AND my platelets have gone down in that time, I will be transferred to Portland for an early delivery of our girls on Thursday night or Friday. If the blood pressure is the same, and the platelets have remained the same, or increased I will return in another 48 hours to the hospital for the same testing again, with the same plan of attack with the results. We could have the girls as early as day after tomorrow.....Best case scenario, however, is we make it to Friday, March 13, at which point we can deliver here. Unfortunately, that's not looking so good any longer.
I may or may not be back on here to blog before their arrival - If I'm not, my next one will be their birth announcement! What an exciting week I have to look forward to while I lay here in bed...ha!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
A Different Day, A Different Doc
I never truly understood the extent of the dangers of high blood pressure in pregnancy. In my past pregnancies I have had high blood pressure toward the end, but the doctors hadn't done anything about it. So, I figured the same this go round. I was sooooooo wrong. High blood pressure COULD be a sign of impending pre-eclampsia. Therefore, especially with twins, it is monitored like it would be in a person who was close to having a heart attack. That has made things somewhat stressful for us the past week, which is not what we need or want.
Last Thursday was my scheduled NST at the hospital - Baby B, as usual, was a showoff, and passed her test with flying colors. Baby A, again, as usual, wasn't cooperative and the hospital couldn't get good readings on her. After 2 hours of the nurses battling to get steady heartbeats, I was off to my scheduled OB appointment. BP was high, yet again. The doctor decided that instead of using the doppler to listen to the heartbeats she would just do an ultrasound to check positions and to check the girls' breathing and heart rhythms. Once again, baby A wouldn't cooperate. And, with my blood pressure so high, she got worried - In turn, I did too. She decided to consult with a neonatalogist in Portland to be advised. "Oh, hell" I thought. If she is truly worried enough to call a specialist in Portland then there must really be something wrong. About 20 minutes later she returned to inform me that the Portland Doc decided that there are just too many pieces of concern at the moment, and I was to immediately return to the hospital for monitoring, blood tests, urine tests, and possibly an overnight stay. I called Corey and told him that he'd have to cancel his plans with the boys and find a babysitter if he could, as I was headed over to be admitted to the hospital. Panic set in with both of us - Corey, because he was on the receiving end of information that I couldn't explain in detail. And me, because, well, here I was at 32 weeks headed over to the hospital because the doctor was fearful at my blood pressure and the dangers of having to deliver this early. I was shaking like a jitterbug. So back to the hospital I went - It was so fast that I had left and returned that the nurses hadn't even yet discharged me from the room from my first visit. I was hooked up and another NST was set up for me - I had blood tests drawn and was to fulfill a 24 hour urine collection order. It took hours and I never wanted to be home more than I did during that time. The more time we spent there, the more we questioned the reasoning for me being there. Yeah, high blood pressure, but I didn't think it was much different from the pressures taken the past couple of weeks. Yet NOW they freak out and find cause for concern. Hmmmm. At 9pm I was discharged. Everything came back fine and the NST was finally successful. The negative part - I was placed on bed rest until my next appointment the following Tuesday. I was still in the same situation I was before any of my appointments that day, and I truly felt like a perfectly good evening had been wasted on unnecessary worry.
Maija was home with the children and I headed home to go to eat something (it had been roughly 9 hours) and climb in to bed. With the kids in bed, and me headed there too, I sent Corey off to be with the boys. It was senseless for him to be home to watch me sleep when he had a chance to have a little fun with the boys. He's been working full time and coming home only to put in another full day worth of work with chores and household jobs. Needless to say, he absolutely deserved that time out and I didn't want him to miss out. Besides, it may be one of the last times he's able to get out for a while.
Since last Thursday our family has been so wonderful to have brought us food - Aunts, uncles, siblings, friends and parents have all contributed something over the past few days, and it has been so nice. Since I haven't been able to be up cooking, and Corey is doing everything else, it was perfect to have that food all ready to go. Thank you to all who have given your time, energy and great food to us. It was truly appreciated.
Cooper, on the other hand, was not so appreciative of his mommy not doing much. I had to play with him laying down and am no longer able to lift him. He is not happy about it in the least. Lucky for him, his daddy has been here and he's had a great time bonding with him. Unfortunately, he now chooses daddy over mommy for everything, and even takes toys away when I want to play with him. I think he's just mad at me.
Today was another NST and OB appointment. Finally, we were able to have an NST that was successful and both babies cooperated. It was a little over an hour in and out of the maternity ward and the nurse was fantastic. Blood pressure was down and everything was going fine. Corey picked me up from the test and we headed for the OB appointment, Coop in tow. I gained a pound in a week - which is really good. The nurse took my blood pressure and though it seemed similar to those taken in recent weeks, both the doc and the nurse didn't seem to be worried. Yay!!! The doctor, different from who I saw last week, did an ultrasound and found the babies to be just fine. Baby A, still breech, had great movement, and Baby B, laying transverse across the top of my belly was a super trooper, too. This doctor questioned my restrictions and informed me that although I would no longer be on bed rest, I'd probably need some help with the boy. This, makes me one happy camper. And, maybe I won't feel so useless anymore. I know now what I should and shouldn't do, and the rest of the pregnancy should go smoothly. I must make it to 35 weeks to deliver here in Hood River, but the doctor wants me to go to 36. She says that with the up and down of my blood pressure, a trace of protein in the urine, and recent problems with headaches and swelling, that she'll have me deliver at 36 weeks. That's 3 weeks and 3 days from now - Nerves are now setting in!!
The baby shower is this weekend - I'm excited for that - and just in time for our little girls' arrival. Mid March we'll be announcing the arrival of our babies - A day we're looking forward to with nerves, excitement, wonderment and a new set of earplugs for each of us. Ha!! The growth ultrasound is scheduled for next week, and after the next appointment, I'll update again. Till then, pray for one of the girls to be acrobatic and turn head down, and may the Kokopelli forget where we live for a few years.
Last Thursday was my scheduled NST at the hospital - Baby B, as usual, was a showoff, and passed her test with flying colors. Baby A, again, as usual, wasn't cooperative and the hospital couldn't get good readings on her. After 2 hours of the nurses battling to get steady heartbeats, I was off to my scheduled OB appointment. BP was high, yet again. The doctor decided that instead of using the doppler to listen to the heartbeats she would just do an ultrasound to check positions and to check the girls' breathing and heart rhythms. Once again, baby A wouldn't cooperate. And, with my blood pressure so high, she got worried - In turn, I did too. She decided to consult with a neonatalogist in Portland to be advised. "Oh, hell" I thought. If she is truly worried enough to call a specialist in Portland then there must really be something wrong. About 20 minutes later she returned to inform me that the Portland Doc decided that there are just too many pieces of concern at the moment, and I was to immediately return to the hospital for monitoring, blood tests, urine tests, and possibly an overnight stay. I called Corey and told him that he'd have to cancel his plans with the boys and find a babysitter if he could, as I was headed over to be admitted to the hospital. Panic set in with both of us - Corey, because he was on the receiving end of information that I couldn't explain in detail. And me, because, well, here I was at 32 weeks headed over to the hospital because the doctor was fearful at my blood pressure and the dangers of having to deliver this early. I was shaking like a jitterbug. So back to the hospital I went - It was so fast that I had left and returned that the nurses hadn't even yet discharged me from the room from my first visit. I was hooked up and another NST was set up for me - I had blood tests drawn and was to fulfill a 24 hour urine collection order. It took hours and I never wanted to be home more than I did during that time. The more time we spent there, the more we questioned the reasoning for me being there. Yeah, high blood pressure, but I didn't think it was much different from the pressures taken the past couple of weeks. Yet NOW they freak out and find cause for concern. Hmmmm. At 9pm I was discharged. Everything came back fine and the NST was finally successful. The negative part - I was placed on bed rest until my next appointment the following Tuesday. I was still in the same situation I was before any of my appointments that day, and I truly felt like a perfectly good evening had been wasted on unnecessary worry.
Maija was home with the children and I headed home to go to eat something (it had been roughly 9 hours) and climb in to bed. With the kids in bed, and me headed there too, I sent Corey off to be with the boys. It was senseless for him to be home to watch me sleep when he had a chance to have a little fun with the boys. He's been working full time and coming home only to put in another full day worth of work with chores and household jobs. Needless to say, he absolutely deserved that time out and I didn't want him to miss out. Besides, it may be one of the last times he's able to get out for a while.
Since last Thursday our family has been so wonderful to have brought us food - Aunts, uncles, siblings, friends and parents have all contributed something over the past few days, and it has been so nice. Since I haven't been able to be up cooking, and Corey is doing everything else, it was perfect to have that food all ready to go. Thank you to all who have given your time, energy and great food to us. It was truly appreciated.
Cooper, on the other hand, was not so appreciative of his mommy not doing much. I had to play with him laying down and am no longer able to lift him. He is not happy about it in the least. Lucky for him, his daddy has been here and he's had a great time bonding with him. Unfortunately, he now chooses daddy over mommy for everything, and even takes toys away when I want to play with him. I think he's just mad at me.
Today was another NST and OB appointment. Finally, we were able to have an NST that was successful and both babies cooperated. It was a little over an hour in and out of the maternity ward and the nurse was fantastic. Blood pressure was down and everything was going fine. Corey picked me up from the test and we headed for the OB appointment, Coop in tow. I gained a pound in a week - which is really good. The nurse took my blood pressure and though it seemed similar to those taken in recent weeks, both the doc and the nurse didn't seem to be worried. Yay!!! The doctor, different from who I saw last week, did an ultrasound and found the babies to be just fine. Baby A, still breech, had great movement, and Baby B, laying transverse across the top of my belly was a super trooper, too. This doctor questioned my restrictions and informed me that although I would no longer be on bed rest, I'd probably need some help with the boy. This, makes me one happy camper. And, maybe I won't feel so useless anymore. I know now what I should and shouldn't do, and the rest of the pregnancy should go smoothly. I must make it to 35 weeks to deliver here in Hood River, but the doctor wants me to go to 36. She says that with the up and down of my blood pressure, a trace of protein in the urine, and recent problems with headaches and swelling, that she'll have me deliver at 36 weeks. That's 3 weeks and 3 days from now - Nerves are now setting in!!
The baby shower is this weekend - I'm excited for that - and just in time for our little girls' arrival. Mid March we'll be announcing the arrival of our babies - A day we're looking forward to with nerves, excitement, wonderment and a new set of earplugs for each of us. Ha!! The growth ultrasound is scheduled for next week, and after the next appointment, I'll update again. Till then, pray for one of the girls to be acrobatic and turn head down, and may the Kokopelli forget where we live for a few years.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
So Not the Drama
The sun is shining, it must be around 55 degrees, and all our animals have found a place to lounge in the sun. It's quite a change of scenery from the cloudy gloom we've had for the past few days. Cooper is down for a nap, and though I should be as well, I was unable to close my eyes. Maybe time on the computer will do it.
We are only to Wednesday this week, and it already feels as though it's been a full week. My last blog was 6am on Saturday, Valentines day. Katie had a basketball game that she was to play in early that afternoon and then Corey and I were to go out for a nice Valentine's evening afterwards. About an hour and a half before Katie's game we had her walk the dog. It's her chore, and just a usual thing around here. Sure, there was a little bit of snow here and there, but she's trekked through worse. I was just getting out of the shower as she walked in the house. I heard some commotion, but summed it up to loud boots and Katie just being a kid. Corey came to the bathroom door to try to explain to me that something had happened when suddenly Katie came out of her bathroom holding out her arms in front of her saying she couldn't see. She ran into a shelf we had in the hallway and knocked over some pictures before heading to her room - Funny that she couldn't see, yet she managed to make her way from her bathroom to her bedroom. Hmmm. I'm half naked at this point, holding Cooper back, attempting to make sense of whatever is happening amidst the yelling and chaos. I quickly dress myself and head to Katie's bathroom to find her green in the face and there's blood dripping from Katie to her sink. "OH MY GOD.....What in the heck happened?", I yelped. Calm Corey explained to me that miss Katie slipped outside and fell on her arm.........That's it?? All that drama for a fall? Good lord.
Corey finally got the wound cleaned up and was able to get a good look at the source of the bleeding - It wasn't large in size, but it was a deep gash, and the amount of blood it was pumping out must have scared Katie to death. It was a gash that was nearly stitchworthy. We couldn't understand the "I can't see!!" that she was yelling out to us, but if someone doesn't handle the sight of blood well, what do they do? They can black out. Which is what we believe started to happen with Katie. Once we had her somewhat calm, though still green in the face, Corey and I left the bathroom. Not 10 seconds later we hear it......Miss Katie has thrown up all over the bathroom. Between the trauma of the fall, the sight of blood and the pain in her arm, her body just couldn't take it. It was then that we knew though her drama of the situation was probably an overreaction, she really was affected physically by this. She couldn't bend her arm so we called her coach and pulled her from the game. Unfortunately this was the biggest game of the season, and we were very sorry to have missed it. But Katie was not in her right mind to handle basketball under any circumstance. Besides, she couldn't bend her arm and wouldn't have been able to play anyways. Our plans for a nice Valentines evening out were shortened by a few hours, but we had a wonderful dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. Just that time alone was so wonderful
Now, we probably wouldn't have mistaken her "sight of blood blackout" with dramatic overkill if we hadn't had a week full of drama already. I'm beginning to lose my mind with all the drama this child surrounds herself with. For instance, we went to her doctor last week to discuss some medication, one of which was an inhaler the doc wanted her on to help ease a cough that has lasted a couple of months. She only uses it at home, and it's only for the cough. Katie decided to go to school and tell her friends, her teacher AND her PE teacher that she has asthma, and is now on an inhaler for it. Of course, this freaked the teachers out that we wouldn't tell them such a thing, and the PE teacher was concerned that she had been overworking Katie since she needed this inhaler for asthma. Good grief. I had to make good with the teachers on this one, and explain the whole diagnosis to them - which was NOT asthma. Katie insists that she really thought she had asthma, though the doctor, Corey and I all explained the purpose of the inhaler to her in detail. That, along with several other things just about threw us over the edge last week - And then the arm thing.....phffftppph.
I have decided that I must be out of my mind. A hormonal preteen drama queen, a busybody toddler and twin girls due to arrive in just a few weeks??? Holy crap. Seriously, could life be any crazier than this? I suppose it could, but I thank my lucky stars every day that when I crawl in to bed each night I have Corey reassuring me that it's not that bad.
Tomorrow is the first of the confusing OB appointments - The NST at the hospital, followed immediately by my OB appointment across the road. I will have an ultrasound next week at some point too. I'm sure the girls have moved again. Hopefully they've moved into a GOOD position, and they'll stay there. I've never felt more excited not to be pregnant than I feel right now. Three weeks and 2 days - That's all the further along I have to be before the docs say it's OK to have them any time. So close, yet so far away........
We are only to Wednesday this week, and it already feels as though it's been a full week. My last blog was 6am on Saturday, Valentines day. Katie had a basketball game that she was to play in early that afternoon and then Corey and I were to go out for a nice Valentine's evening afterwards. About an hour and a half before Katie's game we had her walk the dog. It's her chore, and just a usual thing around here. Sure, there was a little bit of snow here and there, but she's trekked through worse. I was just getting out of the shower as she walked in the house. I heard some commotion, but summed it up to loud boots and Katie just being a kid. Corey came to the bathroom door to try to explain to me that something had happened when suddenly Katie came out of her bathroom holding out her arms in front of her saying she couldn't see. She ran into a shelf we had in the hallway and knocked over some pictures before heading to her room - Funny that she couldn't see, yet she managed to make her way from her bathroom to her bedroom. Hmmm. I'm half naked at this point, holding Cooper back, attempting to make sense of whatever is happening amidst the yelling and chaos. I quickly dress myself and head to Katie's bathroom to find her green in the face and there's blood dripping from Katie to her sink. "OH MY GOD.....What in the heck happened?", I yelped. Calm Corey explained to me that miss Katie slipped outside and fell on her arm.........That's it?? All that drama for a fall? Good lord.
Corey finally got the wound cleaned up and was able to get a good look at the source of the bleeding - It wasn't large in size, but it was a deep gash, and the amount of blood it was pumping out must have scared Katie to death. It was a gash that was nearly stitchworthy. We couldn't understand the "I can't see!!" that she was yelling out to us, but if someone doesn't handle the sight of blood well, what do they do? They can black out. Which is what we believe started to happen with Katie. Once we had her somewhat calm, though still green in the face, Corey and I left the bathroom. Not 10 seconds later we hear it......Miss Katie has thrown up all over the bathroom. Between the trauma of the fall, the sight of blood and the pain in her arm, her body just couldn't take it. It was then that we knew though her drama of the situation was probably an overreaction, she really was affected physically by this. She couldn't bend her arm so we called her coach and pulled her from the game. Unfortunately this was the biggest game of the season, and we were very sorry to have missed it. But Katie was not in her right mind to handle basketball under any circumstance. Besides, she couldn't bend her arm and wouldn't have been able to play anyways. Our plans for a nice Valentines evening out were shortened by a few hours, but we had a wonderful dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. Just that time alone was so wonderful
Now, we probably wouldn't have mistaken her "sight of blood blackout" with dramatic overkill if we hadn't had a week full of drama already. I'm beginning to lose my mind with all the drama this child surrounds herself with. For instance, we went to her doctor last week to discuss some medication, one of which was an inhaler the doc wanted her on to help ease a cough that has lasted a couple of months. She only uses it at home, and it's only for the cough. Katie decided to go to school and tell her friends, her teacher AND her PE teacher that she has asthma, and is now on an inhaler for it. Of course, this freaked the teachers out that we wouldn't tell them such a thing, and the PE teacher was concerned that she had been overworking Katie since she needed this inhaler for asthma. Good grief. I had to make good with the teachers on this one, and explain the whole diagnosis to them - which was NOT asthma. Katie insists that she really thought she had asthma, though the doctor, Corey and I all explained the purpose of the inhaler to her in detail. That, along with several other things just about threw us over the edge last week - And then the arm thing.....phffftppph.
I have decided that I must be out of my mind. A hormonal preteen drama queen, a busybody toddler and twin girls due to arrive in just a few weeks??? Holy crap. Seriously, could life be any crazier than this? I suppose it could, but I thank my lucky stars every day that when I crawl in to bed each night I have Corey reassuring me that it's not that bad.
Tomorrow is the first of the confusing OB appointments - The NST at the hospital, followed immediately by my OB appointment across the road. I will have an ultrasound next week at some point too. I'm sure the girls have moved again. Hopefully they've moved into a GOOD position, and they'll stay there. I've never felt more excited not to be pregnant than I feel right now. Three weeks and 2 days - That's all the further along I have to be before the docs say it's OK to have them any time. So close, yet so far away........
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Happy Love Day!
It's just after 6am on Valentines day, and like clockwork, Cooper has awoken ready to take on his day. So, at the moment, Blues Clues is celebrating "Love Day" on TV and Cooper is absolutely happy and full of loves himself. What a wonderful way to begin this Love Day!!
I had mentioned in my last blog that I was going to plan something for V-Day for Corey and I to do, and that I had hoped to keep some of it a secret. That was too much work! ha. TOGETHER we decided on a movie and dinner at a restaurant we love. We also decided that our gifts to one another will actually be one gift - A much needed new camera. We can find the right one with time, and can do so before the girls arrive. Our last camera quit working during the holidays, so we've been pictureless for a while. It will be nice to get out together, alone, even if it's just for a couple of hours. I can't wait for tonight!
My OB appointment was yesterday. Man oh man, where do I start? Well, my first topic of concern was my weight LOSS. Yeah. I am down 2 pounds from my appointment last week and I truly didn't see that coming. Along with some other things that I'm not going to describe on here, my blood pressure was pretty high. And, it was taken after I'd been sitting, doing nothing but reading, for about 30 minutes. Obviously the doctor didn't like that. So, here's my report: Weight loss, high blood pressure, lots of contractions, I am HUGE and the babies are both about a week larger than their dates. NO, my dates aren't off. This pregnancy is dated down to the day and documented, so there's no mistake. Anyways, the doctor looked at me and said "you HAVE to try to keep these girls in there just 4 more weeks." She said this with a very worried look on her face, and said with their size, their positions (Baby A is breech, baby B is across the top of my belly on top of sister and they make a T shape), my blood pressure beginning to increase and the fact that my ability to move around is diminishing is cause for concern that they may try to arrive earlier than we want. Still no bedrest, but I'm becoming pretty restricted. 2 hours rest with feet up in the morning, nap with Cooper, 2 hours feet propped up in the afternoon, and try to completely rest in the evenings. I was told to expect the restrictions to increase over the next few weeks, but I don't see how it could be more restricted without bedrest! Hmmm.
I go in weekly now for the NST's and my OB appointment, and in a couple of weeks will have another ultrasound at the hospital. In earlier blogs I wrote that it took the nurses hours to find the heartbeats - This concerned me about having to do the NST's before my OB appointments, and I felt it would be a waste of time. I talked to Dr. Henson about it and she told me she chewed the hospital staff for not following through on this in my past visits. So, from here on out, if the nurses at the hospital can't get those heartbeats to register they have to call the doctors to immediately come over and do an ultrasound to find the babies locations - Apparently, even with twins, it shouldn't take more than an hour for this test. My first one was nearly 3 hours, and the second was about 2 hours. Both tests were unsuccessful and no reports were available for the doc to review. She's not happy about that, and I don't blame her.
Corey and Katie have decided that due to the docs reports they will be taking on all the laundry and all the dishes and Corey will be cooking. My poor husband is going to be so exhausted and honestly, I'm a little worried about him. He plays it off that he's fine and that he's enjoying taking over the work, but he already works so hard. Hopefully he doesn't overdo it.
Since I began typing this blog the daylight has arrived and I can see the new blanket of snow that has graced us. There are probably 4-5 new inches out and it's beautiful. Depending on the roads, this may affect our travels to a movie and dinner tonight! Whatever will be, will be, right?
I had mentioned in my last blog that I was going to plan something for V-Day for Corey and I to do, and that I had hoped to keep some of it a secret. That was too much work! ha. TOGETHER we decided on a movie and dinner at a restaurant we love. We also decided that our gifts to one another will actually be one gift - A much needed new camera. We can find the right one with time, and can do so before the girls arrive. Our last camera quit working during the holidays, so we've been pictureless for a while. It will be nice to get out together, alone, even if it's just for a couple of hours. I can't wait for tonight!
My OB appointment was yesterday. Man oh man, where do I start? Well, my first topic of concern was my weight LOSS. Yeah. I am down 2 pounds from my appointment last week and I truly didn't see that coming. Along with some other things that I'm not going to describe on here, my blood pressure was pretty high. And, it was taken after I'd been sitting, doing nothing but reading, for about 30 minutes. Obviously the doctor didn't like that. So, here's my report: Weight loss, high blood pressure, lots of contractions, I am HUGE and the babies are both about a week larger than their dates. NO, my dates aren't off. This pregnancy is dated down to the day and documented, so there's no mistake. Anyways, the doctor looked at me and said "you HAVE to try to keep these girls in there just 4 more weeks." She said this with a very worried look on her face, and said with their size, their positions (Baby A is breech, baby B is across the top of my belly on top of sister and they make a T shape), my blood pressure beginning to increase and the fact that my ability to move around is diminishing is cause for concern that they may try to arrive earlier than we want. Still no bedrest, but I'm becoming pretty restricted. 2 hours rest with feet up in the morning, nap with Cooper, 2 hours feet propped up in the afternoon, and try to completely rest in the evenings. I was told to expect the restrictions to increase over the next few weeks, but I don't see how it could be more restricted without bedrest! Hmmm.
I go in weekly now for the NST's and my OB appointment, and in a couple of weeks will have another ultrasound at the hospital. In earlier blogs I wrote that it took the nurses hours to find the heartbeats - This concerned me about having to do the NST's before my OB appointments, and I felt it would be a waste of time. I talked to Dr. Henson about it and she told me she chewed the hospital staff for not following through on this in my past visits. So, from here on out, if the nurses at the hospital can't get those heartbeats to register they have to call the doctors to immediately come over and do an ultrasound to find the babies locations - Apparently, even with twins, it shouldn't take more than an hour for this test. My first one was nearly 3 hours, and the second was about 2 hours. Both tests were unsuccessful and no reports were available for the doc to review. She's not happy about that, and I don't blame her.
Corey and Katie have decided that due to the docs reports they will be taking on all the laundry and all the dishes and Corey will be cooking. My poor husband is going to be so exhausted and honestly, I'm a little worried about him. He plays it off that he's fine and that he's enjoying taking over the work, but he already works so hard. Hopefully he doesn't overdo it.
Since I began typing this blog the daylight has arrived and I can see the new blanket of snow that has graced us. There are probably 4-5 new inches out and it's beautiful. Depending on the roads, this may affect our travels to a movie and dinner tonight! Whatever will be, will be, right?
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