We’ve made it to 37 weeks. 36 of week were almost absolutely healthy perfection when it comes to pregnancy. And then once week 36 hit? It hit.
In the past 7 days, my body has been through a lot. I’ve been telling the babies to stay in and “bake” until 38 weeks and 3 days, which gets us to my scheduled c-section of April 3. This is not happening. My body is done being pregnant, the babies just need to find the door.
Things started causing me concern when my feet and hands started to swell last week. This is normal in spring pregnancies, I’m told. I was able to keep it under control, so didn’t mention it to the doctors. Then Saturday night, I noticed my weight loss excess skin started to swell up into it’s own “pocket”. I was concerned, but not enough to call the doctors.
But Sunday morning I felt alarmed. Baby A had not moved or responded to my belly taps in almost 8 hours. It was off to Magee. On the car ride, I started contracting every 10 minutes. Then every 8. By the time I got hooked up to prenatal monitoring, I was contracting every 4 minutes. Both babies had good heart rates and showed no cause for concern. B is just taking over all leftover space in my stomach and causing A’s movements and heart rate to be less noticeable. After about 3 hours on the triage stretcher, I was sent home (but advised to stay close in case the contractions sped up)…because I was not dilating.
Greg and I grabbed a late lunch and then the contractions hit so hard that I could barely walk back to the car. I called my doctor and waited 30 minutes to be told the on call doctor was in Labor & Delivery, so just head to Magee if I was concerned. Back we went…only to find out I was not dilating yet and the contractions weren’t getting any closer together. They initially discharged me, but I let my emotions show and spent the night being monitored for pain and dilation. Nothing by 11:00, so we went home to try to sleep and figure out it all out.
Today was a scheduled appointment where I found out…I have a hernia in my excess skin. I gained 13 pounds in the last 6 days (thanks to 3 bags of IV fluid, swelling, hernia, and baby growth). My blood pressure was up – but that was likely due to my anxiety of gaining 13 pounds in 6 days (it went back down before I left the office). And…surprise…I am not one teeny tiny bit dilated. Nothing. Nadda. Zilch. Contracting every four minutes for 48 hours has done nothing. At this point, I am so used to them that I don’t even need to look at a clock to know three minutes of my life has passed and it’s time to start another cycle of pain.
My doctor is being awesome about all this, but we can’t justify a c-section just quite yet. There are not enough symptoms together that justify it with the pediatricians to have the babies “this early”. Yo. I have carried twins for longer than many others do. But, as I am sure any mother who has spent any time with her babies in a NICU or any mother who has an angel baby would tell you – I need to be patient with these two and let my body and their bodies do their work. The time will come. Luckily, I am cleared for a 38 week c-section…now it’s just getting it scheduled with the hospital. I was able to move the date up to April 2 and am on a waiting list for March 31 or April 1 should anything open up. These babies are coming…whether that is 8 days from now or less. They have been served their eviction notice. Tomorrow’s NST could even move things up if I show anything of concern. We are just waiting and waiting and waiting.
Now I have to go rest. While not on bed rest, pretty much anything exhausts me immediately. Working at the computer most of all – I’ve had a horrible headache since Sunday and nothing is helping it. But, I needed and wanted to get this out…to remember this part of the twins’ birth story…before the positive hormones kick in and I am all so in love with my babies and life and I never felt an ounce of pain in this pregnancy I could do this 100 more times. Ha. That moment.
But first, to share with you a few of my precious maternity photos taken by Michelle. Back about 3 and a half weeks ago (or 25 pounds ago…yikes). There will be more shared on Facebook and then later on the blog (name spoilers…!!!), but I have to share something now because I want to feel pretty and happy and positive I was making it to April 3 all over again. Keep the thoughts and prayers up, please? Love yas.