Last Few Weeks Before Delivery

 - by Take5

On a Saturday morning, at 29 weeks, I started having a lot of contractions and they were much stronger.  I had 21 contractions in an hour, and we couldn’t get them to stop with the tertbutaline, so Bill and I went to The Woman’s Hospital of Texas.  During the 45 minute drive there, I really hoped that I would get to come home again but figured that was improbable.  We prayed that the babies would not come yet! 

Taking a "Walk" outside the Hospital

When we arrived, the doctor examined me and put me on a medication called magnesium sulfate to stop the contractions.  They decided that I should check into the hospital for the duration of the pregnancy.  This drug had a much bigger impact on me, and I had to be hooked up to an IV all the time which was very limiting.  The staff also monitored contractions three times per day and baby heart beats once each day.  Within a few days, I was able to get off of the magnesium sulfate and go back to the terbutaline pump.  This allowed me flexibility to shower more easily, go for “walks” in the wheelchair, etc. 

Mark Visits with us in the Hospital

Bill spent the night with me in the hospital the first night, and Mark stayed with my parents, who brought him to visit the next day.  Leaving Mark was very hard.  Everything happened so quickly that morning that I don’t think he knew what was going on and seemed very concerned.  It helped a lot getting to see him again the next day.  During my stay, Mark got sick and wasn’t able to come for a whole week.  Because he wasn’t even 18 months old yet, he didn’t grasp what was happening and wasn’t able to talk on the phone.  Bill, my parents and my friends would give me updates every day with what he did and would sometimes send pictures.

The staff at the hospital was awesome!  The nurses were extremely helpful and really nice.  They even brought me a cake and sang “Happy 32 weeks to you” when I reached 32 weeks!  I met with a dietician, a physical therapist, a neonatal doctor who talked about what to expect when the babies were born, and of course the OB every morning.  Everyone went out of their way to try to make things as comfortable as possible.  I really missed being at home, but it was calming to know that if there were any issues at all, I was already at the hospital with a great team of doctors, nurses and other medical professionals.

 Trying to fill the time on bedrest at home is hard, but it is even harder in a hospital!  I watched TV, read books, did Sudoku puzzles, ate a lot, and really appreciated visitors, especially if they brought Mark with them!  I think the biggest challenge, but one of the most important things, was trying to keep an upbeat and positive attitude.  We were focused on keeping the babies inside as long as possible.  There was a dry erase board in the room where Bill wrote all the babies names and made a calendar with a countdown to our target delivery date.  One of the highlights of each day was lowering the numbers of days left until delivery!  It gave me a sense of accomplishment, and just looking at their names reminded me how important it was to stay focused on the goal.

 The last couple of weeks were very uncomfortable.  I had gained over 90 pounds and 27 inches around, more than doubling my waist size.  It took a lot of effort and sometimes some help even to roll over from one side to the other.  I had to wedge myself into the shower literally touching my back and stomach to the walls.  Honestly the last week or so is kind of a blur.  I started not feeling as well and was so uncomfortable.  I pretty much watched TV and slept, although I did walk to my last ultrasound three days before delivering!  It was only three doors down from my room, but to me that was a big deal!  Even with the difficulty of this pregnancy compared to the first, I still loved being pregnant.  While I was excited about delivering soon, I felt sad that the pregnancy would be over.  It is such an amazing thing watching a baby or many babies grow inside! 

One Week Before Delivery

On Saturday, October 25, at 33 weeks, my body had given all it could give.  My OB, Dr. Kirshon, said we needed to deliver at this point, and Baby A’s water broke.  It was so exciting to hear that it was time, but it was terrifying too!  I was certain that, like the pregnancy, this delivery was going to be different than when Mark was born!

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