This weeks appointments could not have gone any better. For the first time in this entire pregnancy, I feel like I can breath!! God, it feels so damn good. Monday I measured in at a whopping 3.68!!! That’s up from 2.99. Our doctor was joking with us that I should leave teaching and just grow cervix!! I feel amazing. I can’t help but give a big shout out to my co-teacher Kate for picking up some serious slack (and I promised her I would put her in the blog). Not having to walk my kids to and from special, among other awesomeness, provides me with a strange sense of relief. Thank you Katherine, I love you.
Today we had our MFM appointment. It lasted over two hours, which is unreal, but this man was so thorough and answered all our questions. Leaving that appointment, I told Dan I finally feel comfortable telling Madigan that she’s going to be a big sister.
Hour one, we measured my cervix and checked out all the baby’s parts, even the sex organs <3. My cervix continued to measure well, which he was super impressed about. Although there were some spots on the heart, which will require further testing, he didn’t seem too concerned, which put both Dan and I at ease.
Hour two was spent poking and prodding me to get the best look of my vasa previa. To all of our amazement, my blood vessels shifted to the right and are no longer blocking the exit door ☺ Although they could move back, he seemed quite confident they wouldn’t. So, what does this mean?!?! As of right now looks like no bed rest!! See there is enough space between them and the exit that I would have plenty of time to get to the hospital. Unfortunately, they are not far enough away, that I still have to have a section. But honestly, cesarean sections are birth, so I couldn’t care less. Cut me open and pull that kid out, as long as it’s breathing, I don’t care how it enters this world. Birth is Birth!!!
I can’t believe how difficult it is to write an uplifting blog. It’s so much easier to spit your words onto paper when you’re depressed. But I’m not, and I have so much more to say. I don’t even know where to begin. The thank you’s I owe people this week. Thanks to my girls for getting me out of the house Saturday. I needed it. I wasn’t in a good place and you brought relief to my broken heart. Thank you to each and every one of you for taking the time out of your day to pray for my baby and me. I truly believe in the power of prayer and I see a miracle unfolding right before our very eyes. I will forever be indebted to you. Lastly, thank you to my sister. Even from California, she has been a constant in my life. I love you Kit.
Please, please, please keep the prayers coming. Games change all the time. Cervixes shrink and grow. We are not out of the woods yet, but a huge weight has been lifted, a weight I have apparently added to my bosoms and butt. 20 more weeks of making this miracle. We got this.