35 weeks, 2 days down.
4 weeks, 5 days to go.
I look like this:
And I feel like this:
And I've spent the last three days in the hospital.
I'll try to keep a long story short...I went into the hospital on Sunday for a CTG scan – they hook you up to a fetal monitor that traces the babies’ heartbeats and also checks for contractions. They became concerned because some contractions were showing up on the trace – I knew I was having them, but I hadn’t worried since they were so mild and so irregular (especially since these can last for weeks without meaning anything as long as they don't get worse).
They put me on nifedipine to stop the contractions and I spent the next couple of hours periodically hooked up to the CTG – things didn't settle down all the way, so they kept me in for observation and further monitoring and treatment for the next 2 nights, which was about as thrilling as you might imagine (mmm...hospital food...). By yesterday afternoon everything had smoothed out, and they released me with a prescription for more meds and instructions to do even less than I had been before, which basically means I can do...well, nothing, really. I don’t have to stay in bed, but I’m not allowed to do much else.
The part of all of this that has me upset is that they’ve also adjusted my due date. For some reason, the hospital has taken the original date – May 3 – and added five days to it. I asked three nurses and two doctors why this happened, and none of them could give me an answer beyond, “Well, that’s the date that it says here. Besides, five days isn’t that long.” Well maybe it’s not that long to THEM, but it is to me. My local hospital will only take births from 36 weeks onward – anything before that and I will be transferred to a different hospital that is a 45 minute drive away (and if they didn’t have space, I’d have to go to Sydney). So changing my due date means that in order to stay here, I have to hold on for another TWO weeks instead of one from this point...and frankly, at the moment that extra week looks stunningly difficult.
I’ve been steadily focused on April 5 (the day I hit 36 weeks, which is considered term for twins) for months; I haven't talked about things much here, but between carrying twins, getting gestational diabetes and having an insanely itchy PUPPP rash that covers half my body, this pregnancy has been very rough going. Having that date to count down to has meant a lot to me, so for someone to suddenly switch the goalposts is just...well, it’s very hard to deal with, even if it is only a week. I've cried over this more times than I want to admit - I just feel so disheartened at the moment.
Of course, the twins don't care about anyone's calendar and will show up whenever they feel like it - and since I don’t know if holding on for another two weeks is realistic at this stage, if we have to go to a different hospital, then that’s how it will have to be.
Wish us luck...
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