To say that the past 4 days have been chaotic would be an understatement. As I type this, I am sitting in a hospital bed in the antepartum wing of the hospital. I got here last Thursday and have finally turned my computer on...
I had a routine ultrasound scheduled on Thursday to check my cervix since we found funneling and shortening the week prior. The u/s showed that not only was my cervix still funneling and shortening (what was left was between 1-1.5cm) but there was some “debris” in the funnel which doc said could be indicative of an infection. With that, he sent me off to the hospital for a minimum of 24 hours of monitoring. This recommendation was not only scary (I cried from the u/s office all the way to the hospital) but I suddenly saw my babies being born way too early and there would be nothing I could do to protect them.
I checked in to Labor & Delivery and was immediately taken into a room where I was placed on an IV of meds, among which were magnesium and antibiotics. The magnesium made me extremely hot and I saw stars after the first dose, but that got better over time. I was also given a shot of betamethasone, which is used to speed up the maturity of the babies’ lungs in case they were born very soon. I talked to the doc in L&D and she said our goal was to get through Saturday afternoon as our first hurdle so that the drug would be at its peak in case they had to take the babies. So, this meant I was definitely in the hospital for at least 2 days. Those were the longest 2 days I've experienced in a long time.
My doc actually does rounds at the hospital so I had the chance to talk to him on Friday and he said that he doesn’t just want to get me through Saturday, he wanted to get me to 28 weeks…and with that, he prescribed a minimum 2 week stay for hospital bed rest. I told him that was fine with me because I feel safer here in case something does happen. He said we’ll re-evaluate at 28 weeks and determine if I need to stay in the hospital or if they’ll send me home. I think sending me home at all would just scare me too much so, as much as I miss fresh air and a good nights’ sleep, I hope I do stay. My goal for this pregnancy was to reach 34 weeks and when I got here they told me to keep that goal…for now, we focus on small milestones but it’s not unreasonable to think big. I'm currently 26w4d. Since I’ll be here for an extended amount of time, I was moved out of L&D and into antepartum.
The stay itself hasn’t been too bad, I just had to get through the crazy emotions of the first 48 hours. I really thought my babies were going to be born when I got here, just with the swiftness that they took me in and hooked me up to everything. I can't even put into words the anxiety I've had or the different scenarios that have gone through my head. It's just so scary. I’ve had 2 u/s in the 4 days I've been here, showing that all the babies are doing well and my cervix is still being funky, but they’re confident they can hold off full-on labor for a while. I’m under constant monitoring for my blood pressure (which has been ridiculously low thanks to no activity, and they even took me off my bp meds yesterday) and the babies get monitored 2-4 times per day for heart rate and activity. I swear they know when the nurses come in to monitor them because they start kicking up a storm!
One interesting discovery has been that I’m having contractions, which so far I haven’t felt. (While hooked up to a monitor a nurse the first day asked if I felt “that” and I said, “felt what” and she said “you just had a contraction.”) This is a bit scary but so far isn’t problematic because they aren’t progressing labor. Since my belly is approximately the size of a full-term singleton my uterus will naturally have small contractions. They aren’t labeling them as Braxton Hicks, just something to keep an eye on.
DH is here now and he is such a trooper. He got in Wednesday night and I was admitted to the hospital less than 12 hours later. He’s been at my side the entire time, helping me shower (he even shaved my legs for me because I certainly can’t reach) and just doting on me. I feel horribly that I haven’t seen him in 2 months and now we’re spending quality time in the hospital, but just having him here helps tremendously. And for those of you who know our living/moving situation, that all has been officially canceled. We were literally supposed to be on the road right now going to his new duty station…we had to cancel the lease on our house and now have to figure out the logistics of me being here and him reporting to his ship there, and getting him to visit when the babies are born. We know being here is the best for me and the babies but what we have left to contend with, both physically and emotionally, will be hard. My family and friends here are ecstatic that the babies will be born here, but it’s just not fair to DH…
I’m emotionally much better today now that I’m getting into the routine of things, and everyone has been extremely supportive. The nursing staff is great and I have access to one of the top NICUs in the country. I know I’m being well cared for, I just have to kick back for the long haul. I’ve passed the complete fear and anxiety of being admitted and am now focusing on enjoying the time with the babies in my stomach. This isn’t to say I’m not scared at all but the doctors are optimistic so I just have to trust them.