[special guest blog by Desperately's husband]
…we went to a routine ultrasound today. The babies look good. Uber he’s est.
4lbs 10oz, ranking in at the 97%. Unter, she’s smaller, estimated about 3 lbs
15 oz, ranking in the 63%. They look normal, their heart rates are normal, and
they are breathing the amniotic fluid (I hear that’s good). We saw our daughter
(Unter) rubbing her little bottom on Heather’s cervix. While her brother (Uber)
was kicking my wife’s ribs.
Did I mention they are big?
My wife's cervix had gotten a lot thinner, the ultra-sound doctor dude sent us
right away to our OB. And she, sent us right away to the hospital. Desperately
even got a wheel chair ride. They didn’t let me drive / push the wheel chair,
but said I was very helpful by opening the door and pushing the elevator button.
Woo-hoo I helped!
Well, she is confined to the hospital for the next 4 weeks.
They think her cervix is shrinking because the babies are pushing on it. They
have her are watching her closely, and are treating the threat of pre-mature delivery very aggressively. Yup, aggressively telling her body to slow down.
It’s kinda surreal right now. I’m thinking “wow, this will make a great story on
prom night” or “hmm…I wonder how this will get worse.”
Please remember us in your thoughts and/or prayers.
Did I mention she was having contractions last night? They had her hooked up for awhile, monitoring her, and each baby. The babies still seem to be doing fine. She said she eventually fell asleep around 2am. (Is it just me or is Letterman not as funny as he used to be?)
The nurse woke her up this morning around 6am, because she was having more contractions, brought on by a full bladder. Those subsided after the bladder was emptied.
[thus ends the husband's report]