2nd Glucose test result

So, the nurse said my first blood draw after drinking the nasty liquid was high.  I thought… Ok… maybe it will be similar to my last one hour test.  I scored a 136.  They’d like it to be less than 135.  I seriously, could not have been closer!! Ugh.  Just finished my 3rd blood draw.  One more to go!

1st Glucose test result!

My hospital has this super cool online feature where I can log in and see my test results as they are coming in! Good thing I brought my computer with me today! My doctor just sent a note saying my fasting levels look great! 77.  We’ll see how the next couple go! 

Woo hoo! A little more than an hour and I’m done!

Day of the 3 hour glucose

Traffic was bad… and I’m so not used to driving in it.  So I got here a little late.  I haven’t had anything to eat since about 10pm.  My dinner? Corn on the cob, chicken parmesan pasta, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and a glass of milk.  Don’t judge. 

I just finished chugging this: 

That’s 10 ounces of syrupy orange deliciousness! (Not really) But at least it was cold.  I’ll have the orange cold every day of the week over warm lime.  Even so, I thought I was gonna barf on the last sip.  

They’ve already drawn my blood once for my fasting level…. and now I wait an hour for them to draw my blood again.  I’ll actually get my blood drawn 3 more times.  It won’t be until 12:30 that I can eat. 

While I’m here, I get a growth scan today! Yay! That means I get to see my baby.  And we’ll get to see exactly how big he is.

It’s been an emotional week.  One that has me a little concerned about my mental state.  Sometimes I feel like I don’t know if I can do this.  Other times, I’m ok.  

So, the goal right now is to pass this test and get through today! Here goes nothing!

Gestational Diabetes

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Waiting… patiently

Anyone who has been through a pregnancy recently knows all about the glucose test. Yuck. Right now, I sit waiting to take mine.  I chugged the nasty stuff about 50 minutes ago, and in 10 minutes they’re gonna take my blood.  Another process I dislike… strongly.

They’re testing for gestational diabetes.  One hour before you get your blood drawn you have to drink this syrupy liquid.  My doctor’s office offers lemon-lime flavored or orange.  Rumor has is lemon-lime is the best, and that’s the only one I’ve ever tried.  It’s basically like drinking super sugary, flat, cold soda. You have to drink 5 ounces in 5 minutes.  If you throw it up or arrive late to your appointment, you have to take it again… and the 3 hour test (I’ve heard) is even worse. 

So here I sit…. 25 weeks pregnant… ready to take my test. Seven minutes to go. 

Other than a cold that I STILL can’t get rid of, I’m feeling pretty good! Sounds like we’ll be taking out my cerclage at 37 weeks… or the middle of July, and then it’s game on!

Funny, it still feels like that’s a ways away, but when I was making my appointments it felt like this kid is coming on the express train and I better start getting ready! Yikes!

Side note… walking into the doctor’s office it was 80 degrees outside… and I was uncomfortably hot.  I’m in trouble.  July in Denver can be scorching. I’m not ready! I’m really not ready to start swelling! Ugh… the joys of being pregnant. Good thing the child at the end of the process makes it all worth it! 

Four minutes to go…

(and now 2 days later)

They brought me in just after I typed that last sentence. I got home and crashed because I was so tired.  I’ve since received my test results, and..

I failed. For real. FAILED. 157. They wanted the level to be less than 135. I’m not really sure how this has happened, but I now have to go in next Tuesday for the 3 hour test.

As I was telling my husband the news on the phone earlier today I couldn’t help but cry. Sometimes I feel like I just can’t catch a break.  I know a lot of that is my pregnancy hormones talking, but it still sucks.  I don’t want to have gestational diabetes on top of everything else.  

My doctor says I haven’t done anything wrong, but I can’t help but feel like I have. I would just be devastated if I knew I did anything to harm myself or my unborn child.  My doctor also says that we’re not worrying about anything until the results of the three hour test are in.  I know she’s right, but it’s easier said than done.

Not only is the possible diagnosis super scary, but it’s a test I have to miss work to take. A test that won’t allow me to eat or drink anything until lunch that day… and then lunch has to be hospital food because I have a growth scan (another ultrasound) after lunch.  I will be at the hospital half the day.  I would rather be at work.  I would rather have to wake up at 2:30 a.m.  No offense to the lovely people who work at the hospital.

At least they say I’ll have wifi… so this computer is coming, and I’ll be able to keep you updated.

My mantra for this week:  It’s worth it in the end… it’s worth it in the end…

Making a major milestone!

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Oh my how my stomach muscles have deteriorated… NO… I’m not having twins!  But this is my second pregnancy, and my poor stomach muscles just aren’t the same.  I’m a little bigger at 24 weeks with this pregnancy than with my daughter!  My fear is: what the heck am I going to look like come full term?!  I suppose we’ll all find out soon enough. Ugh.

I had my last post-op check up this week, and my cerclage still looks great! Hooray! Moving forward, I now have several growth measurements to look forward to.  More pictures of my baby! Who doesn’t love that?!  

Women with Uterus Didelphys typically have smaller uteri.  What should have formed into one uterus, has remained two.  In my case, they are each about half the size of a normal uterus.   Because of this, doctors watch to make sure your baby continues to grow.  Since babies in a smaller uterus can sometimes run out of room, these can also measure small.

Hannah was small.  She was full term, arriving at 38 weeks, but weighed only 5 lbs. 10.5 oz, and was 18 inches long.  The pediatrician put her in the 5-10 percentile for just about every measurement.  At 18 months, she’s now up to the 50th percentile in height, and 30th for weight.  So she’s catching up! She’s super smart, and she’s basically awesome.  Small babies (to a point) don’t scare me anymore.  And if you like to look at the bright side of things… so long as that baby is head down, labor and delivery can be easier too.

Speaking of head down… baby boy is head down now too! Normal pregnancy babies can continue to turn through around 32 weeks.  Uterus didelphys babies are more likely to stay put a little earlier.  So we were super excited to see him head down this appointment!

Bonus of this recent visit… 3D imaging!!!

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It is absolutely amazing what they can do with imaging.  My hospital (University of Colorado Hospital) actually works with 3D imaging companies to work on their technology, and all the ways they can use it, besides seeing your cute little child.  For example, for people like me, with uterus didelphys, instead of going through a painful process to see the full extent of your uterine anomaly… this imaging can show just as detailed of a picture, is much less intrusive, and much less painful.  That’s AWESOME.

24 weeks! I’m excited to get to this point, I’m excited to have a new goal, and I’m so excited to meet my son.  Next appointment… 26 weeks!

23 Weeks!

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Yesterday was my birthday, I’m 23 weeks along and I’m now just a few days from viability!!! That means, a few days from the point where doctors would save my baby should I go into labor… and THAT is a huge milestone.  Obviously I would love it if the little guy would stay in a little longer!

I had my follow up appointment from surgery this week.  I think this was the most excited my docs have ever been about how everything looks.  "Text book" was the phrase they used! I admit, I even clapped in the doctor’s office when I heard the news! LOL.  We were so excited we even printed out the ultrasound picture of my cervix. No, I’m not sharing on here.. I thought that would be a little weird! But it was so nice to see a picture of a cervix that wasn’t breaking down and that we were all nervous about.

I have one more follow up appointment on Tuesday, and then I’ll see the high risk docs symptomatically.  That means, if everything continues to feel normal, then the rest of my pregnancy will be treated as normal! Woo hoo!

We also talked about how I still need to listen to my body, and take it easy.  Last Saturday I was on my feet for a little longer than I should have been.  The muscles in my belly hurt so bad from being stretched, and not getting to rest that it almost made me cry.  We were at a charity event, and all I wanted to do was hang out with our friends. That’s what makes this hard sometimes.  I don’t like giving up things… but I REALLY don’t want to force my body into to labor early.  Unfortunately, I just need to come to terms with the fact that I can’t do as much as some of my other pregnant friends.  And that’s ok.

Moving forward, learning to balance our busy life is going to be my biggest challenge.  I’m purposefully trying not to list everything I’m working on for the next several months so that i don’t have an anxiety attack right now! Ha! One day at a time, Becky…. one day at a time. 

My cerclage

It took a couple of days, but I’m finally out of my drug-induced haze!  (No drugs were used that could harm the baby.  They just made me REALLY drowsy.) All of last week happened so fast, the whole thing just feels surreal… like I’m going to wake up and this will all have been a dream.  Despite that, the procedure to put in my cerclage could not have gone any better.

The decision was made last Tuesday.  My cervix had been shortening, much slower than last time, but enough to worry my doctors that I may, in fact, deliver a preemie.  So, after an anxious night of no sleep, we dropped our daughter off at daycare and arrived at the hospital just after 7:30 a.m. Thursday morning.  It was snowing. Hard. Sorry (kind of) news friends who had to work through that without me!  But we arrived safely, and then the waiting game began. imageDr. Donnelly prepping me for surgery.

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When you make quick decisions, you don’t really give yourself time to realize the full scope of what’s going on.  So my nerves were doing pretty good that morning.

FAIR WARNING: If you do not believe in women and flatulence, (my husband) do not read any further. STOP READING NOW.

In fact, much like last time, I was much more worried about flatulence than I was about my doctor’s ability to put in the stitch.

You see, when you first enter into operating room, everything looks “normal”. Then, after the doors close, they hoist these things that make it look like you are about to participate in an olympic event… The rings! One of my best events in elementary school.  I so got this!

Sadly, that is not what they would be used for that morning.  Long story short, they give you a spinal to numb you from the waist down, then strap your legs in, and everyone gets up close and personal.  It is my worst nightmare to be THAT gassy pregnant lady who breaks wind in all of my doctors’ faces.  I mean, I was going to be awake for this!!  MORTIFYING!!  

At least last time they assured me they’d blame it on the only male in the room… the surgeon. hahaha.  This time, it was all ladies who would be down there, so I felt it would be best to just give them fair warning.  

Fortunately for me, I was a lady even while numb from the waist down.

This time, I actually slept through my surgery.  Thank goodness… because by the time we made it all the way to that room I was one anxious pregnant lady! I had gotten so little sleep the night before that the “happy” drug they gave me knocked me out. Cold. When I woke up, they were finishing up.

Dr. Donnelly ended up sewing both cervixes together since the other one was so small comparatively.  She felt that tying the two together would cause the least amount of bleeding, and least amount of risk.

You do spot red blood afterwards.  But it’s not much, and totally normal.  In fact, it is 2 days after surgery and I’m not spotting anymore.  I feel a lot more tired than I did, and my back is sore.  But otherwise I feel pretty good! And now I wait.

The reality is, I still could go into labor at 24 weeks.  If your body wants to have the baby, you’re going to have the baby, cerclage or not.  Milestones are BIG for me from now on.  24 weeks, 32 weeks… And my goal is to make it to 36 weeks when the stitch will come out.  Wish me luck!!   

Done! Surgery went great!

Surgery went great. Started a little late due to some emergency c sections, but it’s finished!

I got a fantastic nap while they were putting the cerclage in, so I don’t remember anything. But I now measure 4 cm. they ended up sewing both cervixes together.

More pictures to come… But wanted to keep you updated!

Hooray for being finished!