Since my last post, I’ve had two more non-stress tests (NSTs), and both have gone very well! On Friday I was having uterine irritability similar to what was recorded at my first NST, but my uterus was calmer yesterday. Still no contractions recorded by the monitoring machine. On Friday, the babies were called overachievers again, and yesterday the technician labeled them “beautiful.” They bounce all around during the monitoring session, making it difficult to record their heart rates because they somersault away from the monitors and require the tech to hunt for them.
Yesterday when I arrived at the doctor’s office, my blood pressure was a little elevated (139/97). I felt that I was just wound up from my second day back at my job and walking into the hospital with my walker (I’m still building up to walking longer distances). However, the doctor (in my opinion) overreacted and made me give a urine sample and bloodwork. She was also worried about the heartburn/acid reflux I’ve been experiencing and thought my liver and kidneys may not be functioning properly, so I had more blood drawn for those tests. I’m sure everything is fine and my abdomen is just being compressed by 9+ lbs of baby! My blood pressure was taken again later during the NST, and of course it was down to 126/79. Much better.
We are now officially on the O.R. C-section schedule for Tuesday, September 13th! By that point we will be at 37w3d, so I think there is a decent chance that the babies may come earlier. The nurse practitioner thought we would make it no later than Friday, September 9th, so we will just cross our fingers to make it all the way to our scheduled date. I’m now stressed that my water will break unexpectedly and am trying to arrange for the possibility of emergency petsitting services for my two dogs (who are my babies). I had always imagined having a little more control over the situation with a c-section, thinking they would schedule it before there would be a serious risk of going into labor on my own, and allowing us to make arrangements for our pets. That bubble has definitely popped, as the nurse explained yesterday that their practice does not deliver before 37 weeks unless the body goes into labor on its own. I’m an overbearing pet parent and refuse to board my pets because of the negative effect it has on them, and I refuse to leave them alone overnight as well. Hopefully I can receive some reassurance that they’ll be taken care of in the event of a rushed trip to the hospital!
Last night we attended an infant CPR class. I found it to be very beneficial and would recommend it to anyone. I fear the babies choking on food as they transition to solids or having some type of respiratory distress that requires CPR, and now we know what to do in that scenario. Last week we attended a Newborn Care class, during which we learned skills like bathing and swaddling a newborn. We also learned what happens right after the babies are born, like the medications they are given and the tests that are run. These are the only classes we will be taking, but I’m really glad we took the time to go to both. We feel a little more prepared now!
I returned to work part-time on Monday. On one hand, it is nice to get back into a routine and have responsibility again. Sitting around my house, reading, and watching TV really was getting very boring and every day lasted an eternity. But on the other hand, I have to roll around in a wheelchair at work for the remainder of my pregnancy and despise the unwanted attention at this young, active company. Every day feels like a struggle during which I can’t open heavy doors to the bathroom or the building’s entrance and exit, I shuffle at a turtle’s pace out to my car before and after work, and I have to ask for help for the simplest tasks. And after work every day, I have either an NST, physical therapy, or both. By the time I shuffle my way into my house after work and appointments, my shoulder and legs ache, and I feel exhausted. My mom keeps reminding me that everything has seemed like a struggle at first as I have recovered from my injuries, and each task has gradually become easier, as will making it through my daily work and appointment schedule. I guess she is right, but some days I feel resentful of my slow-as-molasses recovery.
I am also struggling to accept the fact that I won’t be back to my normal state of mobility when these babies are born, even if they make it all the way to September 13th. I am hopeful that I’ll be walking short distances without a walker by then if my leg continues to heal, but I’m quite sure at this point that I won’t be walking into the children’s hospital under my own power for Baby A’s clubbed feet appointments or toting our babies up and down our stairs. It stinks for my husband that he’ll be shouldered with more than his fair share of responsibility, but I know he realizes that I can’t force my body to heal itself. Maybe after the babies are on the outside, my body can devote its full resources to healing, and I’ll see more rapid improvement. The thought of my mom or mother-in-law mothering our babies after their birth because my injuries prevent me from doing so makes me incredibly upset, so their impending birth is my biggest motivator to work my rear off in PT.
I am starting to feel VERY overemotional about everything. I think I have bawled at least once a day for a week straight now, over what most people would probably consider silly things. This is NOT normal for me. Blame some of it on hormones, but honestly I just feel overwhelmed by everything going on right now–finishing the nursery, packing a diaper bag, installing car seats, assembling the various gadgets the babies will need, organizing their clothing, working, three-times-per-week physical therapy, twice-weekly doctor’s appointments, working on my recovery at home, and on and on. All of these things are 10 times more difficult since I’m not very mobile and lack stamina/endurance, and I feel like my back is up against the wall with regard to my recovery since the babies’ arrival is rapidly approaching. My husband is doing more than the lion’s share of the baby preparation, which breaks my heart because I really wanted to do some of this stuff all by myself. I easily get very frustrated and very worn out, which is not a good combination for my tear ducts. I will stop whining, but it felt good to get these emotions out! : )