I'll cut right to the chase - BPs were good at L&D after my next dose of meds. Labs looked good too. Potassium was low and they supplemented it- but that was the cause of my pounding heart.
The dr. I saw was one who saw me when I was admitted with Vincent - she was adamant I go back on bed rest... and she is a dr. who never prescribes bed rest. She wants me to get to a "safe" point to deliver before going back to work if everything is looking o.k. Her safe point is 32 weeks. She informed me how the NICU at the hospital has comparable survival rates at 28 weeks as for full-termers - but the rate of long term disability drastically decreases at 32 weeks.
So - YIPPEE!!!!
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Now to reminisce though. When I was at 21 weeks and 1 day with Vincent - was April 22nd. It was a Wednesday. I worked on-call shifts Friday, Sunday and Tuesday... and I actually got called in for all of them. They way on-call works is we do our Mon-Fri 40 hours, then the day you are on-call you are responsible for a 24 hour donor shift for any deceased donors and those work-ups take ~ 13-16 hours each.
Friday I left work at 11 pm... got paged at 12:30 am to come back. I cried when my pager went off that night. I was just so fucking tired and felt like shit. Worked until my relief came in at 8 am Saturday - actually I had to stay until 9a.m. because we had so many donors going on I wanted to finish one completely off for him so there would be one less for him to worry about. The hubby picked me up- we went to breakfast and I feasted. Then I went home and slept for 13 hours.
Sunday morning I saw I had another donor consented for some point in the day. So I slept and slept until my pager went off at 2 pm telling me a donor was coming. It didn't show up until 9 pm and I finished up around 8:30 am on Monday and went home to sleep. Since I worked all night Sunday - I had Monday off.
Someone had asked me if I could switch shifts with them and pick up Tuesdays on-call. I didn't figure I would get hit all 3 shifts. I get hit alot - but come on - 3 shifts in a row? So I got in Tuesday at the normal time - 8 am. and did not leave until Wednesday morning at 7:30 am. During the night at one point I had the idea I should go to L&D for a check up. I felt so out of it. Then I started feeling Vincent moving like crazy. I was so excited and thought he was just getting to his really active point. Little did I know he was in crisis. He was moving so much because my BP was through the roof and he wasn't get enough blood. Those last frantic movements were him trying to get help. That has always sucked to look back on.
I must have looked like shit. The senior tech who saw me int he morning commented that I was running myself ragged and he was glad I had a break for a week and a half before my next shift. I got home and one foot was like 5 inches bigger than the other - it was ridiculous. I went to sleep - and woke up craving milk at around 3 pm. I went to the store and by the time I got back my foot was swollen again. I rested it and watched the Se.x and the C.ity movie. The swelling went down. I loaded the dishwaher - the swelling was back.
Around 11 pm I know shit just hit the fan. My vision fucked up. It looked like I was looking through a gray haze. Nothing would focus and all I saw was outlines through the haze. I KNEW this was a sign of severe PE. But I was only 21 weeks and 1 day. I was scared. What did I do? I went to sleep. I even told me husband I was so scared to go to sleep in case I died. Like a normal person, he thought I was over-reacting.
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That was the 21 +1 day of my pregnancy with Vincent.
Today, is my 21+1 day with Sprout. Today I am laying around. Catching up on bad T.V. on my DVR. I did a load of dishes and no elephant foot ensued. I am about to start the new Stephen King book (thanks mom) and I am avoiding my BP machine even though I know I shouldn't be scared of it. I will take it soon... maybe....
The next week and a half I am going to be writing alot about where I was with Vincent vs now. I avoided writing much about Vincent's pregnancy because it was too depressing to think off - but that is where I am now. I am thankful Sprout is in his own situation now.
Thining of you and Vincent!!!!
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