10.6.14-10.15.14
The weekend seemed to creep by: I was trying my best not to worry or overdo it, but I found myself doing constant kick counts and counting down to the time when I would get to go to the doctor to see our little girl on the ultrasound screen.
Monday finally rolled around and we went in to the office to talk to Dr. B about "the plan". She still wanted us to try to wait until 38 weeks to deliver, which I was less than thrilled about. We decided to switch to biweekly checks, meaning that I would continue having full biophysical profiles including sonograms and an NST, and we added an extra NST each week. It definitely seemed to help my anxiety, and I continued taking the medicine every 6 hours, even setting an alarm on my phone every night for 2 AM to be sure I didn't miss a dose. I was a nervous wreck, and again the only thing I kept referring to were my notecards filled with scriptures.
Each time I went into have an NST, the story would be the same. Maybe a weak contraction or two, but nothing regular and nothing severe. Baby girl's heart rate was tolerating everything just fine, so we kept waiting, each day inching closer to our goal.
On the afternoon of the 15th, I had one of my usual biophysical profile appointments complete with a sonogram and some time with Dr. B. My next appointment wasn't until the following Monday, and I expressed to her that it made me a little uncomfortable to go that long without being checked out.
"I know everything is looking good, but it just feels like that is a really long time without having eyes on her at all. Would you be okay with me coming in for an NST on Friday?" I asked her in the exam room.
"If that's what you need, that's totally fine. I'm actually off on Friday, but I can see if one of my partners minds reading your test," she replied. "I'll let you know in just a minute who that will be."
After I gathered my things and opened the door to leave, Dr B let me know that her partner, Dr D, would be available to read my test on Friday. I was pretty relieved that I would be able to come back in without any hiccups.
The other thing that happened that morning was that my grandmother, who had been struggling with Alzheimers disease and congestive heart failure, had slipped out of her chair in the middle of the night (sleeping sitting straight up was the only way she was able to rest) and broke her hip. It was really hard on my Dad because her Alzheimers had gotten so bad that it would have done more harm than good to put her through a surgery to fix her hip. So instead, the doctors just did their best to make her comfortable. It was only a matter of time before she would leave us to go be with her husband and her Maker in Heaven.
Each time I went into have an NST, the story would be the same. Maybe a weak contraction or two, but nothing regular and nothing severe. Baby girl's heart rate was tolerating everything just fine, so we kept waiting, each day inching closer to our goal.
On the afternoon of the 15th, I had one of my usual biophysical profile appointments complete with a sonogram and some time with Dr. B. My next appointment wasn't until the following Monday, and I expressed to her that it made me a little uncomfortable to go that long without being checked out.
"I know everything is looking good, but it just feels like that is a really long time without having eyes on her at all. Would you be okay with me coming in for an NST on Friday?" I asked her in the exam room.
"If that's what you need, that's totally fine. I'm actually off on Friday, but I can see if one of my partners minds reading your test," she replied. "I'll let you know in just a minute who that will be."
After I gathered my things and opened the door to leave, Dr B let me know that her partner, Dr D, would be available to read my test on Friday. I was pretty relieved that I would be able to come back in without any hiccups.
The other thing that happened that morning was that my grandmother, who had been struggling with Alzheimers disease and congestive heart failure, had slipped out of her chair in the middle of the night (sleeping sitting straight up was the only way she was able to rest) and broke her hip. It was really hard on my Dad because her Alzheimers had gotten so bad that it would have done more harm than good to put her through a surgery to fix her hip. So instead, the doctors just did their best to make her comfortable. It was only a matter of time before she would leave us to go be with her husband and her Maker in Heaven.
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