Well here I am. It is day 4 in hospital. I am sharing the ward with a woman who happens to be at our same dog training classes also with ridgebacks, also at 29 weeks pregnant and biding time with ruptured membranes...so we are pretty much in the same boat. How bizarre is that? It is great as we can share notes and support each other through a similiar experience. She is a Dr, and really fab! And as a bonus, she can explain medical things to me!
Yesterday was a hard day...I was almost taken in for an emergency caeser! The day started with the expectation that I could possibly be sent home on bedrest, to finding out that my protein test was 3 times higher than it should be, to a poor non-stress test result for our little girl, to being told not to eat anything more as I could be taken in that morning!!! It was a huge shock to me, realising that this is exactly how fast things happen. I was extremely emotional and cried most of the day as I got to terms with adjusting my whole outlook on how this is going to play out. I truly believed that I would go home, chill with my feet up and make it to 34 weeks. But the universe has other plans, as it often does.
Pre-eclampsia is a placental disease and my body is effectively reacting to our girl's placental function, causing my high blood pressure and therefore my kidneys to leak protein. If left untreated, I would effectively develop full blown eclampsia and my liver and kidneys would fail and I would have seizures and a stroke...Her blood flow is not perfect, but the Dr says she has enough capacity for about another weeks growth, so at the moment it seems as if it is a waiting game to see who goes into distress first. She reckons we may have a week, but thinks I will give in before the baby. So everyday is a blessing - one day on the womb is worth 3 days in neonatal NICU.
It seems destiny that we are to have prem babies and a long road of at least 7-8 weeks on NICU, spending as much time with them as possible and hoping for no complications. There are a pair of twins in the unit now who were born at 28 weeks weighing only 650g or so and 1kg, and they are both doing really well. But there will be ups and downs. I really didn't believe this is how these babes would arrive, but I am slowly preparing myself for the inevitability.
The hospital is our world for now...and will be for the next couple of months....next milestone...30 weeks on Thursday....praying we get to 31 weeks next Thursday.....
My ward-mate and I have named our room... the naughty mommies ward!!