So I'm not sure who's around to read this, but I suddenly have A LOT of free time on my hands so I thought I'd update my blog.
The last time I posted was last October. I think I was complaining about some weight gain and how to deal with it. Typical. The next month we found out I was pregnant (so you can see my concern about weight kind of slid away). We were very excited - we always wanted another child and while we're older than we were with Cate we felt prepared.
The first few months were OK, tests came back good and I got through the first trimester with few problems. The second trimester was a nightmare. At 17 weeks pregnant I went in for a fairly routine ultrasound and we discovered that the baby suddenly had no amniotic fluid. There were tons of reasons it could happen, but no good outcomes were given to us. We highly advised to terminate the pregnancy. It was a tough decision, we wrestled with so many things and started looking at second opinions.
We stared working with J0hns H0pkins and slowly ruled out issues that we knew weren't the cause. We finally pinpointed the problem (which I won't go into b/c of time). While serious, it wasn't the worse case scenario and they agreed to let us in an experimental program to hopefully give the baby enough fluid to develop her lungs (yes, it's a girl) which is the biggest issue in these cases. A baby can live OK in your womb with no fluid, but once it's born it won't be able to breathe because it's lungs never developed.
Starting at 22 weeks pregnant I went to the hospital every week to get an amnio-infusion (they injected saline into my amniotic sac). The hope was the fluid, even if it just lasted a few days each week, would help develop her lungs.
Things had been going well until last week when my water broke on Tuesday night. This was a risk of the procedures that we were aware of, but we had gotten to 28 weeks, which while not perfect, was pretty good. Luckily, I did not immediately go into labor, so I've been put on hospital bed rest until I do or until I reach 34 weeks (which is as far as they will let me go).
So now I'm in the hospital - it's the best place for me and baby, but I desperately miss my daughter and husband at home.
I really need to stay positive to help reach our goal of 34 weeks. Of course, it's not really within my control, but the Dr.'s do stress that keeping busy and not getting down is important (hence the blogging). As a family it's hard to envision another month with me in here, so we try to think of it as days. As of today we have 30 days left - totally doable. I'd like to do a post everyday to help me countdown (fill some of my time).
If you made it through this - thank you. All good thoughts and prayers are welcome.