things this past week have sent me on an emotional roller coaster. I worked two shifts early in the week and both shifts were easy, me sit on my bum and watch monitors for the majority, but I kept getting a persistent headache and my blood pressure was reading in the high 130's to 140's over 90's. I told myself to just hold out until Thursday the 20th which was my routine 35.5 week appointment. Going into that appointment part of me thought Dr. Brown would say to just take it easy or go on bedrest. My heart and my mind were not ready nor anticipating what her instructions would be:
#1 twice a week non-stress tests (or NSTs) performed by Maternal Fetal Medicine (MFM). (these consist of an ultrasound to check fluid level surrounding the baby and 20 minutes of monitoring her heart rate and my contractions).
#2 my induction would not take place on the 15th or my 39.2 week mark, but would be moved forward two weeks to December 1st, 37.2 week.
While I've seen many women induced at 37 weeks for high blood pressure it caught me by total surprise that she would have ME induced at 37 weeks. [ The reasoning behind it is when you have elevated blood pressures you are stressing out your organs. One organ that you could be stressing is the placenta and while it would be lovely to let the baby cook for another 2 or 3 weeks, if the placenta isn't working the way it should it could do more harm than good to be pregnant past 37 weeks. In addition we were going to run labs to make sure I do just have high blood pressure and that blood pressure isn't just a precursor to other things such as preeclampsia. ]
As soon as she told me we would be moving it forward two weeks I started to cry. This was not happening to ME. I am active. I am a working woman. I have so many things on my to-do list that I had planned for the next 4 weeks and now you're telling me I only have 2 weeks? Bennett. Bennett can't handle having a sister in 2 weeks! I wanted more time to spend with him before she made her debut. The stress hit me like a freight train and while I was trying so hard to look at the situation clinically as she was I was having an emotional crisis within.
I left the office and ventured over the MFM to schedule my NSTs then went over to the lab to have my blood drawn to test for any signs of pre-eclampsia. Later that day I went back for that NST which came back reactive and of course my blood pressure was 140/88.
That night as I was getting ready for bed I started to get a headache. At 10pm I took 1000mg of Tylenol and went to lay down. Restless and tossing in bed I arose at 11pm to take a fioricet (a common headache medication we give on L&D). By 12:50am I got out of bed again, tried to eat some left overs from dinner and took another fioricet hoping the pounding in my head would just go away. I laid back down but at 1:50 the headache was as strong as ever. Crying I called the on-call MD who immediately advised me that I needed to come into labor and delivery and be evaluated. Off Lance and I went at 2:30am to IMC. Once there they gave me 10mg of oxycodone thinking that would cure me in a jiffy. They also ran another lab test, protein-creatinine ratio and the on-call MD was pretty sure that I was going to stay to have my blood pressure monitored or stay to be induced due to severe pre-eclampsia. We discussed the ALPS study which is for pre-term babies to get betamethazone (a steroid to advance lung development). Needless to say I was in utter shock at the idea of having a baby at 35.6 weeks. The oxycodone didn't put a dent in my headache so at 6am the doctor walked back in and said she was gonna have me take benedryl and compazine and if that didn't cure my headache by 7am she was going to make me get an MRI.
Thank heavens the benedryl/compazine helped the headache and by 7:30 we were able to leave the hospital under the condition that if my headache came back at any point I would have to call my doctor and still get an MRI.
While in the hospital it made me sad to think of all the things I wanted to get done before the arrival of this little girl, but it definitely made realize what priorities were - getting her here safe - and it made it look as if my lengthy list wasn't so important anymore.
I spent the rest of my Friday resting and Saturday Lance had a fun day date planned for the two of us. We went to Sakana and got sushi then were supposed to go get pedicures (my husband is awesome), but the rainy weather brought a group of 5 women in right before us so we instead went to Target and casually shopped. As we were leaving I thought we were going to stop at Hobby Lobby to pick up chalk for our new chalkboard, but Lance decided home was the destination (which slightly irritated me because we had my dad babysitting and no urgent reason why we needed to return home).
I walked into our house carrying my target purchases which consisted of the postpartum necessities (haha) to a FULL house of friends and family shouting SURPRISE! WHAT. THE. HECK. My husband really planned a surprise party? and I really didn't find out about it before hand? I was actually SURPRISED!?! C.R.A.Z.Y.
Lance however thought I had figured it out and was just playing along with the lies all week. He asked me after the party if I had a good time and liked it and I told him how truly special it made me feel. How over the years I've always had such high expectations for my birthday and seem to always feel a little forgotten because everyone is so consumed with the Thanksgiving holiday. I brought up my 1st grade birthday party where I rented out the arcade/roller rink and invited 20 girls to only have 3 show up. How this birthday was the best birthday I have truly ever had.
|Yes, I really got a toilet as my present for my birthday. It's for our basement!|