How far along? 25 weeks...only 9 to go until I reach my first goal set by my doctor!
Weight gain/loss: We'll see on Friday at my appointment what these past 3 weeks on bedrest has done. At my last appointment I was up 10lbs from pre-pregnancy. Hoping to keep my grand total at or under 35lbs when all is said and done! Logan is being VERY good to Mommy.
Maternity clothes? yes...but I can still wear most of my pre-pregnancy pants/jeans if I rubberband them to hold them up.
Stretch marks? None yet
Sleep? It's taking me longer to fall asleep now that I'm on bedrest.
Best moment this week? Finding out that I received $5000 of my student loans paid back! This was the 3rd time I applied and it couldn't have come at a better time. Also, insurance finally approved my terbutaline pump and home monitor. I hooked myself up for my first monitoring session and didn't have ANY contractions! woohoo
Food cravings: Still haven't had any "cravings." However, I could always go for some Chick-fil-a and anything with jalapenos...so strange.
Gender: BOY
Belly button in or out? In, but Jordan was making fun last night that it's going to "pop" at any moment...definitely becoming very shallow.
Movement? All the time...this kid is ACTIVE. I love to feel him wiggle around!
What I miss? Being able to hop in the car and go where I please, when I please.
What I'm looking forward to: Friday's doctor appointment. I can't wait to see how big Logan is getting!
Milestones: I have successfully completed 3 weeks of bedrest...2 in a hospital and 1 at home.
Here's what baby looks like this week:
Big day today! 25 weeks seems like such a big number to me. Only 9 weeks until my first "goal" set by the doctor and only 11 until the pump is removed! Insurance finally got their you know what together and approved my pump. Two very sweet nurses came to the house this morning and showed me how everything works. It's all very overwhelming, but they left me with a step by step tutorial book and they are sending a nurse out again on Friday to go over everything one more time. The pump was actually placed in my upper thigh, not my abdomen like I was originally told. It doesn't hurt and I can shower with it in. I also have to hook myself up to the contraction monitor twice a day and send my info via a wireless modem. After each session, a nurse calls within 30 min to tell me they received the info, tell me if I had any contractions, and tell me how to give myself extra doses of the medicine if I need it. It seems like so much to remember, but I was assured that it will all come as second nature within a few days. I hope they're right!
I have a doctor's appointment on Friday and my dad will be taking me since I can't drive. They will be doing an ultrasound and checking Logan's measurements. He HAS to be over 2lbs now. The kicks, rolls, and wiggles are pretty much all the time and you can now see my belly jump...it's kind of freaky. At 22 weeks, he was 1 lb 6 oz, which was already ahead of the average baby for that gestational age. This boy is going to be BIG. We also got to see his feet in the last ultrasound and the tech goes, "WOW. This baby has big feet!" I guess he's going to take after his daddy's size 14/15 shoe size. I'm just so glad he is so big already...makes me feel better if something were to happen and I were to go into labor early.
I will update again Friday afternoon with details from the doctor's appointment and a picture of my 25 week belly. I feel like it has grown a ton, but everyone keeps telling me I'm still so tiny for 25 weeks. Logan, thank you for being so good to Mommy's body!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
A Thanksgiving to remember...
We got home around 7 pm on Wednesday night. I got straight into bed and didn't push my luck with taking a shower. Jordan's mom and dad bought us a mini-fridge to keep next to the bed, so Jordan set that up immediately.
I have never slept so good in my life. It felt so good to be in my own bed, without an IV in my arm, and being able to use my own restroom. The little things. I am grateful.
On Thursday, I woke up and took a shower. Jordan got all my clothes ready and sat next to the shower in case something happened. Our parents came over around 2 pm and prepared the most delicious Thanksgiving meal for us. They took care of everything for us. It was very low key, but definitely a Thanksgiving I will never forget. The meaning of giving thanks has never meant so much to me as it did this year. I have an incredible Husband, parents and in-laws who go over and beyond every day to make sure we have everything we need and love us like crazy, brothers and sisters who love us and would do anything for us, and now a growing baby in my tummy who is a fighter and already the light of my life. He is now my reason for living. Everything I've gone through this pregnancy is worth it. I wouldn't change a thing. He and I already have an indescribable bond and I'm so lucky I get to be his Mommy. Logan, Mommy and Daddy love you! Thank you for being such a good boy. We can't wait to meet you in a few months!!!
So now here I am on bed rest. I have filed for disability and will be unable to work until after Logan arrives. That's okay though. We will survive and we have so many people love and support us that we will get through it. My days are long a boring, but my Husband and family are thinking of new ways to keep me busy every day. I have a check-up on Friday, Dec 3rd to check how the cerclage is holding up and to check Logan's measurements. My doctor visits will be the highlight of my week because I will get to leave the house...woohoo!!!
I have never slept so good in my life. It felt so good to be in my own bed, without an IV in my arm, and being able to use my own restroom. The little things. I am grateful.
On Thursday, I woke up and took a shower. Jordan got all my clothes ready and sat next to the shower in case something happened. Our parents came over around 2 pm and prepared the most delicious Thanksgiving meal for us. They took care of everything for us. It was very low key, but definitely a Thanksgiving I will never forget. The meaning of giving thanks has never meant so much to me as it did this year. I have an incredible Husband, parents and in-laws who go over and beyond every day to make sure we have everything we need and love us like crazy, brothers and sisters who love us and would do anything for us, and now a growing baby in my tummy who is a fighter and already the light of my life. He is now my reason for living. Everything I've gone through this pregnancy is worth it. I wouldn't change a thing. He and I already have an indescribable bond and I'm so lucky I get to be his Mommy. Logan, Mommy and Daddy love you! Thank you for being such a good boy. We can't wait to meet you in a few months!!!
So now here I am on bed rest. I have filed for disability and will be unable to work until after Logan arrives. That's okay though. We will survive and we have so many people love and support us that we will get through it. My days are long a boring, but my Husband and family are thinking of new ways to keep me busy every day. I have a check-up on Friday, Dec 3rd to check how the cerclage is holding up and to check Logan's measurements. My doctor visits will be the highlight of my week because I will get to leave the house...woohoo!!!
Have you seen your strips?!
I had a hard time falling asleep on Monday night. I stayed up a prayed for a long time asking God to help my body cooperate, while still thanking him for keeping Logan safe! When I woke up Tuesday morning, the nurse came in and said, "have you seen your strips today?" She was talking about the printouts of my contractions. I looked over and was stunned. They were in a more steady line, rather than looking like mountains, and it was the BEST they had looked since the time I was admitted into the hospital.
I tried all day to stay very calm. I layed on my side as much as possible and just kept praying. My doctor came in that afternoon and said he was very pleased with how things were looking. He told me his goal was to have me out by Thanksgiving Day. Then he explained "the plan."
Here's "the plan:"
I will be placed on a terbutaline pump that will be placed in my abdomen. It will deliver steady doses of the medicine into my body to keep the contractions at bay. I will also be set up with a home monitoring device. I will have to hook myself up to a contraction monitor twice a day and wait for a nurse to call me with the results and tell me what to do next, if anything. All of this will be done through a home health service with visiting nurses. Right now, we are still waiting for this plan to happen. The only thing standing in the way is getting approved by insurance. Praying it will happen soon!!!
On Wednesday, I will still looking the same as Tuesday, which was really good news. The doctor gave me a shot of terbutaline at 7 am and a pill form of it and took me off the magnesium at 8 am. HALLELUJAH!!!! Then we played the waiting game until 5 pm when my doctor said he would make a decision. Jordan got off work early that day so he came up to be with me and his mom was there, too. At 5 pm, the nurse came in and said, "You're going home!!!!!!!" Music to my ears! Since I had stayed the same for over 24 hours, the doctor felt like I was safe to go home. I am taking terbutaline by mouth every 4 hours until the pump is approved. My bed rest is very strict right now...mostly because we're still in iffy-waters. I can get up to use the restroom and can take a 10 minute shower every other day. That's it. The rest of my time is spent in bed, mostly on my side. I can't complain though. I have never been so happy to be home!!!!!
I tried all day to stay very calm. I layed on my side as much as possible and just kept praying. My doctor came in that afternoon and said he was very pleased with how things were looking. He told me his goal was to have me out by Thanksgiving Day. Then he explained "the plan."
Here's "the plan:"
I will be placed on a terbutaline pump that will be placed in my abdomen. It will deliver steady doses of the medicine into my body to keep the contractions at bay. I will also be set up with a home monitoring device. I will have to hook myself up to a contraction monitor twice a day and wait for a nurse to call me with the results and tell me what to do next, if anything. All of this will be done through a home health service with visiting nurses. Right now, we are still waiting for this plan to happen. The only thing standing in the way is getting approved by insurance. Praying it will happen soon!!!
On Wednesday, I will still looking the same as Tuesday, which was really good news. The doctor gave me a shot of terbutaline at 7 am and a pill form of it and took me off the magnesium at 8 am. HALLELUJAH!!!! Then we played the waiting game until 5 pm when my doctor said he would make a decision. Jordan got off work early that day so he came up to be with me and his mom was there, too. At 5 pm, the nurse came in and said, "You're going home!!!!!!!" Music to my ears! Since I had stayed the same for over 24 hours, the doctor felt like I was safe to go home. I am taking terbutaline by mouth every 4 hours until the pump is approved. My bed rest is very strict right now...mostly because we're still in iffy-waters. I can get up to use the restroom and can take a 10 minute shower every other day. That's it. The rest of my time is spent in bed, mostly on my side. I can't complain though. I have never been so happy to be home!!!!!
Bedside toilet, oh my!
On Sunday, the on call doctor made her rounds. She said that things were still not good so she upped the magnesium to 2g per hour. I cried. I didn't want to feel miserable again. I had just gotten over one of the well-known "mag migraines" and I didn't want to go through it again. Thank goodness it was such a small increase that my body didn't really notice and things stayed about the same.
I begged to have the catheter removed. It was so hard to sleep with it in and I needed some dignity back. Well, be careful what you wish for. She said, "ok" but that I couldn't use the normal restroom. WHAT?! Oh yes, I had a sweet bedside toilet next to my bed. I literally stood up, peed in a bucket, and got back in bed. SO. GROSS. I joked with some of the nurses during my stay that you really lose all modesty in a hospital. I'm for sure ready for childbirth. I don't care who sees me...Lord knows all the nurses on the labor and delivery floor have already met the oober-emotional Taylor Wheeler and seen it all. hehe. I'm not ashamed. I kept telling myself, surely they have seen FAR worse than me. One nurse even joked that I wasn't a "walk-around" case. What's that you might ask? Well, those are the women that are so large that the nurses have to "walk-around" the bed to even get the baby monitor on their stomach. WOW. She went there...yes she did.
Back to my status...the doctor mentioned that pump would be started on Monday in my abdomen and some other stuff that I can't remember right now. Everything changed on a daily basis, so I learned not to get my hopes up too much.
Monday rolled around and my doctor came to see me. It seemed as though I had a "set back" and the contractions were worse. However, I still wasn't feeling a single thing. That's what was so frustrating to me! The meds were kept the same and I was told I could only shower every other day. I got my first steroid shot on Monday and the second one 24 hours later. The steroid shots are given to women who are at greater risk of preterm labor. They help the baby's lungs mature faster so that they can breathe on their own if they are born early. Let me say, those were a little painful!
I begged to have the catheter removed. It was so hard to sleep with it in and I needed some dignity back. Well, be careful what you wish for. She said, "ok" but that I couldn't use the normal restroom. WHAT?! Oh yes, I had a sweet bedside toilet next to my bed. I literally stood up, peed in a bucket, and got back in bed. SO. GROSS. I joked with some of the nurses during my stay that you really lose all modesty in a hospital. I'm for sure ready for childbirth. I don't care who sees me...Lord knows all the nurses on the labor and delivery floor have already met the oober-emotional Taylor Wheeler and seen it all. hehe. I'm not ashamed. I kept telling myself, surely they have seen FAR worse than me. One nurse even joked that I wasn't a "walk-around" case. What's that you might ask? Well, those are the women that are so large that the nurses have to "walk-around" the bed to even get the baby monitor on their stomach. WOW. She went there...yes she did.
Back to my status...the doctor mentioned that pump would be started on Monday in my abdomen and some other stuff that I can't remember right now. Everything changed on a daily basis, so I learned not to get my hopes up too much.
Monday rolled around and my doctor came to see me. It seemed as though I had a "set back" and the contractions were worse. However, I still wasn't feeling a single thing. That's what was so frustrating to me! The meds were kept the same and I was told I could only shower every other day. I got my first steroid shot on Monday and the second one 24 hours later. The steroid shots are given to women who are at greater risk of preterm labor. They help the baby's lungs mature faster so that they can breathe on their own if they are born early. Let me say, those were a little painful!
Magnesium sulfate, you are the DEVIL.
On Wednesday morning at 8 am, my status had not changed. My doctor made the decision to start trying magnesium. Let me just say that if you haven't heard about this drug, it is the worst possible medicine you would ever want to take. I have not talked to a single woman who was put on it who had a good experience. It was a nightmare. Thank goodness Jordan took off work that day to be with me and thank goodness his mom was with me that night. However, I don't think they were so excited that that happened to be the day/night they chose to stay with me. Bless their hearts!
The magnesium was started through my IV that morning. I was warned that it might make me a little nauseous, so to take it easy on breakfast. Well, I decided I was feeling okay so Jordan ordered me pancakes and sausage. I ate it all. Lunch rolled around and same thing...I was feeling like a champ. Maybe I was going to be a "lucky one." HA.
At about 4:30, Jordan's mom left us to go to a doctor's appointment. She was going to bring back Los Cucos for dinner...my favorite. About 30 minutes after she left, all hell broke loose. I started vomiting uncontrollably and I couldn't move any of my limbs. Everything felt like dead weight. This continued until about 2 pm the next day. I really thought I was dying. On top of it all, the only thing I could think of was what it was doing to my baby. I kept be assured that he was fine and only after speaking to my brother, who is a doctor, did I believe them. The magnesium doesn't cross into the baby's bloodstream...thank God. There were, again, lots of tears and thinking about how I didn't know how I was going to get through this much longer.
My dad came to see me at noon the next day. I cried again. I was so miserable. My doctor made his rounds around 1 pm and I told him about how terrible my night was. He explained that he took the magnesium to a level 4 (highest they will go), brought it down .5g each hour, and then took it back up again in the hopes that it would wipe out those little contractions I kept having. He PROMISED me that it would not go that high again and then he even had then nurses turn the pump completely off for the next 1 1/2 hours to give my body a rest. Sweet relief. I could finally eat a popsicle without throwing up. After the time off, the pump was turned back on and left at 1.5g per hour for the next 4 days.
Over the next 4 days, I went in and out of phases of thinking I could handle all of this. It seemed as though the end was no where in sight. However, my baby was still alive...inside of me and that's when I changed my thinking to, "I have no choice. I will do whatever I have to do for Logan. It's all about Logan."
Did I mention that I got to have a catheter the whole time I was on the magnesium. Lovely. I wasn't allowed to leave my bed for 4 days straight. Literally. Except for Friday night. I had another break down that day and the sweet nurse said she would ask if I could have a shower. That's all I wanted. A shower. Clean hair. That's it. She asked the on call doctor and came in shouting, "Girl, we've got 10 minutes!!!" In those 10 minutes, I shuffled to the bathroom, sat in a chair in the tub while Jordan washed my hair, the nurse washed my back, and another nurse switched the sheets on my bed. It was quick, but it was so worth it. I felt like a new woman!
My wonderful husband then spent the next 48 hours with me. We watched movies, ate non-hospital food, and hunkered down for the weekend in the hopes that I could leave on Monday. I wish that was the case.
The magnesium was started through my IV that morning. I was warned that it might make me a little nauseous, so to take it easy on breakfast. Well, I decided I was feeling okay so Jordan ordered me pancakes and sausage. I ate it all. Lunch rolled around and same thing...I was feeling like a champ. Maybe I was going to be a "lucky one." HA.
At about 4:30, Jordan's mom left us to go to a doctor's appointment. She was going to bring back Los Cucos for dinner...my favorite. About 30 minutes after she left, all hell broke loose. I started vomiting uncontrollably and I couldn't move any of my limbs. Everything felt like dead weight. This continued until about 2 pm the next day. I really thought I was dying. On top of it all, the only thing I could think of was what it was doing to my baby. I kept be assured that he was fine and only after speaking to my brother, who is a doctor, did I believe them. The magnesium doesn't cross into the baby's bloodstream...thank God. There were, again, lots of tears and thinking about how I didn't know how I was going to get through this much longer.
My dad came to see me at noon the next day. I cried again. I was so miserable. My doctor made his rounds around 1 pm and I told him about how terrible my night was. He explained that he took the magnesium to a level 4 (highest they will go), brought it down .5g each hour, and then took it back up again in the hopes that it would wipe out those little contractions I kept having. He PROMISED me that it would not go that high again and then he even had then nurses turn the pump completely off for the next 1 1/2 hours to give my body a rest. Sweet relief. I could finally eat a popsicle without throwing up. After the time off, the pump was turned back on and left at 1.5g per hour for the next 4 days.
Over the next 4 days, I went in and out of phases of thinking I could handle all of this. It seemed as though the end was no where in sight. However, my baby was still alive...inside of me and that's when I changed my thinking to, "I have no choice. I will do whatever I have to do for Logan. It's all about Logan."
Did I mention that I got to have a catheter the whole time I was on the magnesium. Lovely. I wasn't allowed to leave my bed for 4 days straight. Literally. Except for Friday night. I had another break down that day and the sweet nurse said she would ask if I could have a shower. That's all I wanted. A shower. Clean hair. That's it. She asked the on call doctor and came in shouting, "Girl, we've got 10 minutes!!!" In those 10 minutes, I shuffled to the bathroom, sat in a chair in the tub while Jordan washed my hair, the nurse washed my back, and another nurse switched the sheets on my bed. It was quick, but it was so worth it. I felt like a new woman!
My wonderful husband then spent the next 48 hours with me. We watched movies, ate non-hospital food, and hunkered down for the weekend in the hopes that I could leave on Monday. I wish that was the case.
Nov 15th....
I had made it through the weekend with no problems. I was a good girl and glued my butt to the couch or the bed for the entire weekend. My mom took off work on Monday to go with me to have the cerclage done at the hospital. I couldn't eat or drink after midnight and my surgery wasn't until 12:30...but, of course, they were backed up so they didn't take me back until almost 3. Umm, hello. Asking a pregnant woman to go that long with no food is NOT FUN. I was starving...and I'm sure Logan was wondering where his 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th meal of the day was. Poor, baby.
They finally took me back and gave me an epidural to numb me up. Let me just say, getting an epidural without the prize of a baby at the end is torture. It HURT. Also, I'm sure it would have hurt a lot less had I been in labor already. Men really don't know what we women go through to have babies. OUCH.
The doctor did a McDonald Cerclage which consists of 2 stitches in the cervix. When I woke up, I was told things went great. I was finally given some food and was feeling pretty good. However, I could feel what felt like period cramps. They weren't stopping and I just had a feeling that something might be wrong. I told the nurse that they weren't going away and she kept saying it was from the surgery. After about an hour, I told her again that they weren't stopping. She called my doctor. He said he wanted me to be taken to labor and delivery to be monitored before being released to go home.
When I got to labor and delivery, they hooked me up to the contraction monitor and said they were going to watch things for about an hour. The nurse came back in after an hour and said, "are you comfy? Because you're staying with us overnight!" I was contracting every few minutes at that point. They started trying to get things under control by giving me a terbutaline shot. I thought I had been given crack. My pulse started going crazy, my hands were shaking, and I had a hard time catching my breath...all side effects of the medicine. They told me they could only give 3 of those shots in a 24 hr period due to the side effects listed above.
At some point in the middle of the night, I was given my 3rd shot and things were still not calm. My uterus was going crazy, but by this time I couldn't feel the contractions anymore. Basically, terbutaline and indocin were tried for the next 48 hours. My doctor had come by to check on me and said that I have an "irritable uterus" which was described to me as it is constantly shaking. All of this was a result of the cerclage. My doctor said although I was a good candidate for the cerclage, he had never performed one this late in the pregnancy. Most women get them between 10-14 weeks.
Tears were shed many times...I just wanted to be home. Little did I know, Wednesday would be the fight of my life.
They finally took me back and gave me an epidural to numb me up. Let me just say, getting an epidural without the prize of a baby at the end is torture. It HURT. Also, I'm sure it would have hurt a lot less had I been in labor already. Men really don't know what we women go through to have babies. OUCH.
The doctor did a McDonald Cerclage which consists of 2 stitches in the cervix. When I woke up, I was told things went great. I was finally given some food and was feeling pretty good. However, I could feel what felt like period cramps. They weren't stopping and I just had a feeling that something might be wrong. I told the nurse that they weren't going away and she kept saying it was from the surgery. After about an hour, I told her again that they weren't stopping. She called my doctor. He said he wanted me to be taken to labor and delivery to be monitored before being released to go home.
When I got to labor and delivery, they hooked me up to the contraction monitor and said they were going to watch things for about an hour. The nurse came back in after an hour and said, "are you comfy? Because you're staying with us overnight!" I was contracting every few minutes at that point. They started trying to get things under control by giving me a terbutaline shot. I thought I had been given crack. My pulse started going crazy, my hands were shaking, and I had a hard time catching my breath...all side effects of the medicine. They told me they could only give 3 of those shots in a 24 hr period due to the side effects listed above.
At some point in the middle of the night, I was given my 3rd shot and things were still not calm. My uterus was going crazy, but by this time I couldn't feel the contractions anymore. Basically, terbutaline and indocin were tried for the next 48 hours. My doctor had come by to check on me and said that I have an "irritable uterus" which was described to me as it is constantly shaking. All of this was a result of the cerclage. My doctor said although I was a good candidate for the cerclage, he had never performed one this late in the pregnancy. Most women get them between 10-14 weeks.
Tears were shed many times...I just wanted to be home. Little did I know, Wednesday would be the fight of my life.
November 9th...
We went back to the doctor on Nov 9th to have the spot in Logan's tummy looked at again. The doctor told us it was still there, hadn't really grown much, but he wanted to refer us to a high risk doctor to get a second opinion. At the same appointment, he said that they had measured my cervix and it seemed somewhat short...2.6cm. Anytime it gets under 3 cm, they begin monitoring it more closely. When it gets under 2 cm, they start getting worried and bed rest is usually prescribed. My doctor said he wanted me back in two weeks to remeasure it and we would take it from there.
On Nov 11th, we had an appointment with the high risk doctor in the Med Center. The doctor we met with was FANTASTIC. She was very thorough and suggested we get an MRI done to get a better picture of what we were dealing with. Like my regular doctor, she agreed that Logan was not being harmed in any way. Her guess was that it was a hamertoma, which is a benign tumor. Jordan's mom was born with the same thing. We mentioned it to her, but it has not been found to be a genetic thing. Who knows. Here's where it gets interesting...thank goodness my Husband spoke up! We were just about to leave and Jordan said, "we have an appointment with Dr. B in two weeks to remeasure her cervix. Should we do the MRI before or after that?" The look on the doctor's face immediately changed. The tech jumped in and said, "her cervix is fine. I measured it and it was 3.2 cm." That's when I said, "ummm....no. It was 2.6cm on Tuesday." The doctor immediately turned back on the ultrasound machine to measure for herself. The color drained from her face and I knew it was bad. She measured it as 2.17cm. Needless to say, that tech left the room and we never saw her again.
From there, the doctor became VERY worried. I was moved into another room and she checked me to see if I was dialated yet. Thank goodness, I wasn't. I began crying and starting to worry because everything had changed so quickly. By this time, my normal doctor's office had closed for the day. The on call doctor was reached and he told us to come into the office the next morning at 8:30am for an emergency cerclage.
Friday morning rolls around and Jordan's mom took me to the doctor. Silly us...we thought I'd be in and out of there in a couple hours. Well, turns out there was a lot of miscommunication between the high risk doctor, on call doctor, and my doctor. We were now being told the procedure was being done on Monday at noon. I lost it. I'm not gonna lie, I threatened the nurse with the fact that my brother is an attorney and my mom works for attorneys and there would be BIG PROBLEMS if something happened to my baby over the weekend. I was only 22 weeks. Long story short, we went home, I spent all weekend on strict bed rest, and weekly progesterone shots were started.
Little did I know, everything was about to change even more...
On Nov 11th, we had an appointment with the high risk doctor in the Med Center. The doctor we met with was FANTASTIC. She was very thorough and suggested we get an MRI done to get a better picture of what we were dealing with. Like my regular doctor, she agreed that Logan was not being harmed in any way. Her guess was that it was a hamertoma, which is a benign tumor. Jordan's mom was born with the same thing. We mentioned it to her, but it has not been found to be a genetic thing. Who knows. Here's where it gets interesting...thank goodness my Husband spoke up! We were just about to leave and Jordan said, "we have an appointment with Dr. B in two weeks to remeasure her cervix. Should we do the MRI before or after that?" The look on the doctor's face immediately changed. The tech jumped in and said, "her cervix is fine. I measured it and it was 3.2 cm." That's when I said, "ummm....no. It was 2.6cm on Tuesday." The doctor immediately turned back on the ultrasound machine to measure for herself. The color drained from her face and I knew it was bad. She measured it as 2.17cm. Needless to say, that tech left the room and we never saw her again.
From there, the doctor became VERY worried. I was moved into another room and she checked me to see if I was dialated yet. Thank goodness, I wasn't. I began crying and starting to worry because everything had changed so quickly. By this time, my normal doctor's office had closed for the day. The on call doctor was reached and he told us to come into the office the next morning at 8:30am for an emergency cerclage.
Friday morning rolls around and Jordan's mom took me to the doctor. Silly us...we thought I'd be in and out of there in a couple hours. Well, turns out there was a lot of miscommunication between the high risk doctor, on call doctor, and my doctor. We were now being told the procedure was being done on Monday at noon. I lost it. I'm not gonna lie, I threatened the nurse with the fact that my brother is an attorney and my mom works for attorneys and there would be BIG PROBLEMS if something happened to my baby over the weekend. I was only 22 weeks. Long story short, we went home, I spent all weekend on strict bed rest, and weekly progesterone shots were started.
Little did I know, everything was about to change even more...
Let's go back to the beginning....
Ok...I'm going to go back to the beginning. Jordan and I found out at midnight on July 2, 2010 that we were going to be parents. We had just had some friends over for dinner and to catch up. Jordan had gone to bed and I thought, "what the heck..." I wanted to take a test (even though I knew it was too early). To my surprise, the faintest of faint lines showed up almost immediately. I had always dreamed of these creative, fun ways I would tell Jordan he was going to be a daddy. That all seemed to fly out the window as soon as that line showed up. I ran into the bedroom, woke up Jordan, and kept saying, "please tell me you see what I'm seeing." Unfortunately, Jordan kept saying I was seeing things. I got frustrated and decided to point it out with a pen...yes, I was desperate. Finally, he agreed that SOMETHING was there, but he still wasn't convinced it meant what I thought it meant. Soooooo...what did we do next? We hopped in the car at midnight and made a run to Wal-Mart for a digital test. We came home and I was certain it would say NOT PREGNANT due to how early I was testing. Jordan went back into the bedroom and I decided to film that blinking hourglass for the next 2 minutes when all of a sudden, PREGNANT popped up on the screen. I screamed! I ran in to show Jordan and we both sat there staring at the screen for what seemed like forever. We couldn't believe this was happening. We were becoming parents!
Flashforward to week 5. I started spotting. Of course, this freaked me out. However, I was told by numerous people that it could be normal for me and not to worry just yet. On August 3rd, I had my 8 week appointment. Getting to 8 weeks seemed like an eternity. By that point, my all-day morning sickness had begun and I was feeling AWFUL. We had our first ultrasound that day and Jordan and I looked like deer in headlights when that little gummy bear popped up on the screen. It was surreal. My spotting continued, but the baby was perfect and everything looked great. I was given Zofran for my nausea and all was right in my world again.
On August 13th, Friday the 13th to be exact, we had the biggest scare of our lives. I had made a run through Chick-fil-a and headed up to my school to finish working on my classroom before our first week back. I walked into my room, sat my stuff down, and went to the restroom. When I got to the restroom, I noticed that I was bleeding...a lot. I panicked, grabbed my stuff, and started making phone calls. I met my mother-in-law at her house so she could drive me to the ER. My doctor had already been called and my parents and Jordan were meeting us there. After 3 scary hours, blood tests, and an ultrasound, it was confirmed that our little gummy bear was perfectly fine and seemed to be unaffected by anything that was going on. Praise God!
After our scare, my spotting continued and I had ultrasounds every 2 weeks. It was found that my placenta was not fully attached yet and there was a pool of blood hanging out between the placenta and uterus. At week 16, it finally went away!
Week 20-we had our anatomy scan and invited the grandparents. We also had it confirmed that we were having a BOY! Logan Scott Wheeler was such a wiggle worm during the scan...as he is on a daily basis. His measurements were perfect...some of them were even ahead of his gestational age. After the ultrasound, we met with our doctor to discuss the results. He was very pleased with everything, but said that the tech found a small "cyst" in his abdomen. We were told it could be a number of things, but the main thing was that it was not harming him in any way. We were told to come back in two weeks to check it out again via ultrasound. Our doctor wanted to get another look and see if it had grown before referring us to a high risk doctor.
That leads me to the next post....
Flashforward to week 5. I started spotting. Of course, this freaked me out. However, I was told by numerous people that it could be normal for me and not to worry just yet. On August 3rd, I had my 8 week appointment. Getting to 8 weeks seemed like an eternity. By that point, my all-day morning sickness had begun and I was feeling AWFUL. We had our first ultrasound that day and Jordan and I looked like deer in headlights when that little gummy bear popped up on the screen. It was surreal. My spotting continued, but the baby was perfect and everything looked great. I was given Zofran for my nausea and all was right in my world again.
On August 13th, Friday the 13th to be exact, we had the biggest scare of our lives. I had made a run through Chick-fil-a and headed up to my school to finish working on my classroom before our first week back. I walked into my room, sat my stuff down, and went to the restroom. When I got to the restroom, I noticed that I was bleeding...a lot. I panicked, grabbed my stuff, and started making phone calls. I met my mother-in-law at her house so she could drive me to the ER. My doctor had already been called and my parents and Jordan were meeting us there. After 3 scary hours, blood tests, and an ultrasound, it was confirmed that our little gummy bear was perfectly fine and seemed to be unaffected by anything that was going on. Praise God!
After our scare, my spotting continued and I had ultrasounds every 2 weeks. It was found that my placenta was not fully attached yet and there was a pool of blood hanging out between the placenta and uterus. At week 16, it finally went away!
Week 20-we had our anatomy scan and invited the grandparents. We also had it confirmed that we were having a BOY! Logan Scott Wheeler was such a wiggle worm during the scan...as he is on a daily basis. His measurements were perfect...some of them were even ahead of his gestational age. After the ultrasound, we met with our doctor to discuss the results. He was very pleased with everything, but said that the tech found a small "cyst" in his abdomen. We were told it could be a number of things, but the main thing was that it was not harming him in any way. We were told to come back in two weeks to check it out again via ultrasound. Our doctor wanted to get another look and see if it had grown before referring us to a high risk doctor.
That leads me to the next post....
Welcome!
Welcome to our family blog! I, Taylor, will be posting frequently with updates on our life leading up to meeting our little Logan. I plan on updating about my days spent on bed rest, doctor's appointments, baby showers, the nursery, and all things baby related. He is not even here yet and is already keeping everyone on their toes. I'm sure he is sitting back, loving the attention. That's okay...we all knew he'd be one spoiled baby. Thank you for the continued thoughts and prayers we receive every day! Jordan and I are truly blessed to be surrounded by so many people who love and care about not only us, but our sweet little boy.
-Taylor
-Taylor
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