Posted by auntiem10 on June 4, 2011
Today we celebrate 23 weeks of pregnancy! Especially in light of recent clumsy events in my life, I am so thankful to be marking this milestone.
I was released from the hospital on Thursday evening after nine days. I’m now at home, on a hospital bed in our living room. All of our bedrooms are on the second floor of our home, and there is no way I can access them, so I’m living in the living room for the immediate future. Currently I cannot put weight on either leg and am totally dependent on my husband (or mom for the next few weeks) to help care for me. It really, really stinks. I have to slide across a board to a bedside commode to use the toilet–yuck. Tomorrow marks the beginning of physical therapy when a therapist is scheduled to visit our home for the first time, so I can only hope that I’ll be able to make progress quickly and regain some of my independence. I am ready to work hard so I can recover before these babies arrive in the world. I obviously feel bad about burdening my hubby with having to do so much for me (this is definitely the “for worse” part of the “for better or for worse” wedding vow), and I can’t wait until I can care for myself again. I’m also unable to work right now, so my main job is to heal and work hard at therapy so I can get my life back.
About my freak accident… I did inherit a bone disease at birth that causes my bones to be fragile. I broke many bones from birth through about age 5, and then my bones strengthened. I have broken a bone here or there through the years (most recently in 2004), but nothing on the scale of this accident. In recent years, my biggest problem has been a dislocating kneecap, with loose joints being a side effect of this disease. My peri believes that my belly threw off my center of balance, causing my fall. I’m inclined to believe that despite taking prenatals and calcium supplements daily, the babies must be taking quite a bit of my small store of calcium and collagen, weakening my bones. How else can I explain falling in the shower and fracturing three bones, including my femur (which is hard to break). “Careful” will probably be the main theme in our house until those babies are here and I can strengthen my bones again. And unfortunately, our babies each have a 50% chance of inheriting this same disease, which is why we headed straight to a high-risk doctor once released from CCRM.
In the hospital our babies’ heartbeats were checked every single morning, and that was very reassuring. The past few days, I haven’t felt much of the thumps that I was feeling last week. This has brought on some paranoia, and I can’t wait for our next appointment at the perinatologist next Wednesday to be reassured that everything is still going okay.
Today we received the invitation to the baby shower my sister is hosting for us! I never quite imagined having to attend my baby shower in a wheelchair, but I’m just thankful that my sister is doing this for us and that I’ll get to catch up with family and friends. The shower is two weeks from today! I imagine that I’ll cry tears of happiness throughout the shower, because I never thought I would be here. It’s still amazing and too good to be true.