Crazy to think so much time has gone by since my last post. Lot's of travel, a toddler, the holidays and a new baby on the way might have just been enough to keep me busy! But looking back over these last 6 weeks, it's wild to experience the unexpected in life.
I was encouraged recently by my sweet husband to think about blogging again. The more I thought about it...the more I was hoping this could be an encouragement for other mommas on a similar journey.
To play catch up, i'll jump back to April. I was 24 weeks pregnant, thankful to be feeling full of energy again and busy with our sweet 2 1/2 year old. I went to a routine follow-up ultrasound only for my OB to find by accident that my cervical length had shortened from the previous scan at 20 weeks. She assured me that it wasn't all that concerning, but I should take it easy and come back a few days later to make sure all was still measuring the same.
I followed her orders and went to see her a few days later. To all of our surprises, my cervical length was even shorter. It had gone from 1.3 cm to 0.3 cm ( the norm is about 3 cm) in just 3 days. My heart completely sunk. I had a very easy pregnancy with our daughter. I had lot's of braxton hick contractions and had to be on modified bed rest, but everything went smoothly!
My OB suggested I check in to the hospital for monitoring and steroid injections. Thankfully my mom was in town watching A and my husband could spend the night with me. It was pretty overwhelming. My emotions were all over the place, I was scared of all the what if's, and my only overnight hospital experiences was when our daughter was born.
That first night I was pretty restless, which I guess is to be expected in the hospital. As that next morning approached, I started to have contractions. More consistent and uncomfortable then the normal braxton hicks I was use to. The next few hours were kinda a blur. I was sent over to labor & delivery for more close monitoring. I was given a high dose of Magnesium Sulfate (which makes you feel just awful), had a long and emotional talk with my OB, and just kept praying the contractions would stop. The reality that our baby might be born that afternoon, at only 24 weeks and 3 days was terrifying.
Thankfully, the medication worked like a charm. The contractions stopped, my body seem to stabilize out and I was surrounded by family and friends. I spent 48 hours in L &D, then was transfered back to postpartum. My OB was able to switch me to oral medications to prevent contractions, and as long as everything stayed status quo, I was home free...on strict bed rest.
A week after heading to the hospital, I was sent home. It was such a great feeling to be home with our daughter and sleeping in my own bed. It was equally an overwhelming experience to realize just how much I couldn't do, and how I could manage such strict rest for the next 11 weeks.
I'll jump ahead to the current, as I could probably write forever on all the challenges and emotions that have run through my head. I'm 2 day's shy of 30 weeks pregnant- my first goal almost reached! The last 6 weeks have been full of adjustment. My fabulous OB has worked so well to help me stay out of the hospital, my mom and mother-in-law have provided full time care for our daughter during the week, and I have been learning to accept help in new ways.
I can't say this has been an easy journey...but I can say that it's getting easier. Finding a daily routine and checking out new things to explore online have been a great help. I've been trying to mentally process that for this time I am suppose to spend most my time on the couch, and accept that it is only for a time. I've been reading other people's story's and staying encouraged by friends who also experienced prolonged bed rest.
I'm not sure anyone in a similar situation will stumble across my blog, but I'm hoping to keep writing along this crazy journey. I'm sure I'll look back at this post, and realize what a small glimpse of time this really is.