Day 10 is about to come to a close but there’s really nothing new to report.
Friday they did an ultrasound at the specialists’ office (well, what turned out to be that hospital’s perinatal center) which showed the same results: no fluid or next to none surrounding the baby but she had some in her bladder.
They want us to decide when I should go in the hospital. I’m kinda at the point where I’ve resigned myself to say at 24 weeks (so in about a week and a half from now) but Steve still hasn’t made up his mind. It’s one of those things that, eh… Choice A seems like a no brainer and then Choice B also seems like a no brainer, so you’re liable to go back and forth between the two choices. Or three choices, or whatever. Either way, though, no matter what you decide, it almost feels like you’re trying to play God. But a decision has to be made. I just kinda want someone else to tell me what to do.
Well at least these things make me feel better.
Roses and carnations from a friend…
Day #4 of bed rest has not really been off to a great start.
It’s not even quite noon yet and I’ve only been up since 9 or 9:30 and already I’ve had noticeable fluid loss on two occasions (though not nearly what happened on Thursday), I’ve thrown up all my breakfast, haven’t felt baby kick yet, and had a complete melt down in the bathroom.
I know those days are gonna happen, and that they’ll pass and I’ll be back to my old peaceful self. But in the meantime, I’m just feeling pretty depressed today.
Not to mention, it doesn’t help that Elijah has been constantly yelling at the TV and computer. First he’s yelling at the computer because he’s running out of time on a game that he’s really not mature enough for then he’s yelling at The Price is Right every time they go to commercial or someone loses. I mean, the kid was freaking out because the woman didn’t win the car. Then he freaked out because there was a woman up to win a truck but, and I quote, “that’s a boy truck!!” Blah.
Oh well, on the bright side, I don’t have a fever, Sarah is here to take care of me, and I have a doctor’s appointment tonight during which I am supposed to get an ultrasound.
Here are some ultrasound pictures that were given to us Thursday and Friday morning. If you compare them to what we had before, you’ll note the loss of fluid.
The last photo also says breech. Sigh, one thing after another. :)
Steve says breech doesn’t matter, ’cause they say they’ll do C-section anyway. I tell you what… a C-section really scares the crap out of me…
Another Facebook repeat. Sorry :) It’s just easier to type something up once and point everyone to it rather than type the same story 100 times. :)
So, we’re home now. I’ve got myself on the couch, laptop in my lap, here we go…
In re-cap, yesterday morning my water broke. Today I am 21 weeks into the pregnancy, so you can see that the water breaking at this stage is not only a surprise but is not a good thing. We went to my doctor and saw the nurse practitioner. We had an ultrasound and were sent home to be on bed rest with a follow up appointment on Tuesday. I was not having any contractions.