I’ve completed two weeks of modified bed rest and so far so good, though I’ve been keeping pretty busy, and MAY have done a few more things around the house the past two weeks than I’m exactly supposed to be doing–I can neither confirm, nor deny. Anyway, I am now 24 weeks pregnant and determined to take my activity restrictions more seriously as we progress forward. Onerous though my current limitations it may be, I’d really like to prevent the need for anything more restrictive. I am doing really well with no signs of pre-term labor at this point, and I’m so thankful for all the friends and family who are praying for us! God is my help and strength.
Yesterday, I had a pretty rough beginning to my day. I was supposed to go to my doctor’s office to get a steroid shot (to help the babies’ lung development in case of pre-term delivery) but I had to pick the steroid at the hospital pharmacy before taking it to my doctor’s office. When I arrived at the hospital (an hour late because a previous appointment was horribly delayed by some crazily inefficient insurance woman who arrived 45 minutes late), the prescription had not been filled yet, even though my nurse had faxed over the RX last week. The pharmacy told me it would be a few minutes. Fifteen minutes later I was told the pharmacist was working on it, and it would be 5 to 10 minutes. Fifteen minutes later I was told once again it would be a few more minutes. I now had 30 minutes to get my RX, walk over to my doctor’s office and get my shot before the nurse had to leave for the day. I called the nurse just to let her know what was going on, and that I wasn’t sure if I could get there in time. Not getting the shot yesterday wasn’t really an option because I was supposed to get a second shot 24 hours later at my scheduled OB appointment. At this point, the man waiting in line AFTER me, received his RX and I began to have a major emotional melt down. I found that I was completely unable to keep myself from sobbing in the middle of the hospital pharmacy. It ended up taking an hour and fifteen minutes to get my prescription filled. And THEN I got lost trying to find my way out of the hospital. I can only imagine what I looked like: some crazy pregnant lady, tears streaming down my face, wandering down the halls looking for the right exit. If it weren’t for the awesomeness that is my nurse who totally rearranged her schedule so she could wait for me, I don’t know what I would have done.
The day ended much better than it started, though. The ladies from my church threw me a baby shower last night, and so many ladies came to shower me with blessings. It was a fabulous night. My Mom-in-law gave a devotional, which was beautiful, and my Mom wrote a letter for her to read at the shower. I was overwhelmed by the kindness of my friends and church family as well as by my Mom and Mom-in-law’s words, so the day ended in tears, too. But at least this time they were good tears. This whole inability to control public outbursts of emotion is not something I’m getting used to any time soon. :)
In other updates, my glucose test/gestational diabetes test came back perfect, which is something I was a bit concerned about, so that’s awesome!
AND, the best update I have is that John got to feel a baby kick for the very first time Sunday night. It was so cool! I’ve been feeling them flip and wiggle around inside me for a couple of weeks now, but I hadn’t really felt a full kick on the surface of my skin before. I was just relaxing on the couch, and I put my hand on my belly. Just at that moment my baby boy kicked my hand! I pressed down a little, and he did it again. So I made John run over to feel, and sure enough, as soon he put his hand on my belly, Baby Boy gave one more solid kick to Daddy’s hand! ”That’s your son, John!” I said. I think I fell a little bit more in love with both my babies and my hubby in that one moment.
Tomorrow I have another ultrasound to see the babies’ growth progress. I’ve only gained one pound in the last three weeks, so I’m excited to have some reassurance that they are, in fact, growing and doing well since their last growth assessment–at 20 weeks they were measuring at 11 oz., 11 oz, and 10 oz respectively.
yay! for healthy babies. and I totally hear you on the emotional out-of-control. We were 20 minutes late for our OB appt this week due to construction…and totally getting lost in Saginaw! I was in tears for sure! Praying for a great ultrasound!!