The count down continues! Exactly 4 weeks from today my cerclage comes out! It honestly can’t come soon enough. Baby boy is doing great! He’s super healthy and moves around a ton! And don’t get me wrong, I am DEFINITELY not wishing for the baby to come earlier, but like last time, this pregnancy has been a rough one, and not necessarily all because of my Uterus Didelphys!
Before I get into the fun times had by me this week… first I want to say how excited I am that this came out this month!!
I am so honored that “Her Life” Magazine in Denver decided to feature me and this blog on the cover of their June issue! A HUGE thank you to them for the wonderful story!
Now, back to the drama. I don’t know what it is about my life… but weird s*&% happens. I can’t do anything without it going to the extreme. So, thank God for highlights like these during a horrible week.
It actually all started out great. My husband flew out of town for a few days, so it was Hannah and mommy time… some of our last… before baby arrives. I had a chance to reorganize her room, do lots of laundry, and we even took a trip to the zoo with our great friends Erica and Beckham!
I felt so accomplished!!! And then it hit me. The stomach bug from hell. Sunday… as tornado warnings passed just south of my home… as Hannah was sleeping… I was in the fetal position (as much as my belly would allow) trying to keep food down. I was not successful, and I was getting dehydrated quickly. I waited for the storms to pass to call my mother-in-law for help. Thank God they live in town, otherwise I’m not sure what I would have done! She took Hannah for the night, and I tried… TRIED… to get better.
Ladies, if you have never been sick while you’re pregnant, thank your lucky stars. We basically have no immune system… so colds and viruses last longer. Good luck getting rid of that bug in a normal time frame. Monday morning I waived the white flag of surrender and drove myself to labor and delivery. I could tell my Braxton Hicks contractions had picked up, and I was still not keeping ANYTHING down. Better safe than sorry.
2 I-V bags, and some pain pills later I was headed home. Still… things just weren’t right. I went back to work Wednesday but was sick nearly the entire time. So Wednesday night, back to labor and delivery I went. Chris was home to take care of Hannah, so that made things easier. But this time, it was 1 I-V bag and potassium pills. My electrolytes had gotten too low, at which point they give you horse pills. Disgusting. If I had another viable option, I would have taken it. Apparently, though, you don’t want this in I-V form, because it burns going in. Very painful… and for me would have required an overnight stay. So if you can stomach swallowing them… bonus points for you!
It’s the one on the left.
I had them break the two I had to take in half, because I don’t take pills well in the first place. (My prenatals are chewable)
Fortunately for me, they stayed down, and I got to go home at 1 a.m. Thursday. Finally by Friday I was feeling like a normal human being.
The whole experience had me thinking there was no possible way I was going to make it through to 37 weeks when my cerclage comes out. I physically didn’t think it was going to happen. And that was so defeating. I never got sick while I was pregnant with Hannah… and I’ve been sick A TON this time around.
On the emotional side of it, I felt like getting sick while we had “girl time” meant I had failed. I couldn’t take care of myself, and I couldn’t take care of my daughter. That was devastating. I give a lot of credit to single moms. I don’t know how you do what you do. You’re amazing.
The biggest concern with anyone, but especially me, about being so dehydrated is the increase in contractions. They were Braxton Hicks contractions, but were coming 6-10 minutes apart. And tearing through my cerclage with contractions is just not an option. I don’t even want to imagine how painful that would be.
So, knowing I have other things at stake, I always take the extra cautious course.
Now, I’m focusing on scheduling rest… because I’m not getting enough. And I’m trying to get better at asking for help. I know I’m stressed because I had another ocular migraine over the weekend. So I think my body is trying to tell me that I’m not superwoman… as much as I’d like to believe that were true.