Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Testing, testing (34 week update)

Well, I'm not officially 34 weeks, but this is the only time I have this week to update the blog, so I jumped the gun by a couple days. Forgive me. :)

Last week we began the gauntlet of testing that will continue until the baby is born. Because of my history along with my pre-existing Polymyositis, they are keeping a really close eye on things, for which I am very grateful. I now go into the hospital every Tuesday morning for what's called a "Non-stress test", in which I am hooked up to a monitor and they measure baby's movement, heart rate, and my contractions for about 30 minutes. I then go down the hall for an ultrasound where they check fluid levels, position of the baby, and generally how things seem to be going in there. Ever Friday, I go to the hospital again, but only for the non-stress test. I am now down to weekly appointments with my OB, and those are usually on Wednesdays, and then once a month I still go in for a special ultrasound to measure baby's size and a few other factors. Whew! Makes for very busy weeks!

Physically, I feel great. I hurt my back last week which has been somewhat annoying, and on some days a bit more than annoying, but I'm not even entirely sure its pregnancy related, so hopefully a visit to the chiropractor will fix me right up. I am definitely growing...a lot! But I've been told this baby is quite the chunky monkey and may just close in on nine pounds or more, so a big me is to be expected! Let's remember the days when I was lugging around more than 14 pounds of baby, shall we?

38 weeks pregnant with  Jake and Eisley

Ahh. Memories. I have had a few comments to the effect of "Oh my! It must be getting harder and harder to walk around now!" To which I fight the urge to whip the above picture out and say, "Not as hard as it was back then!!" ;)

Currently, I am pretty comfortable (but probably only because I compare everything to the twin pregnancy, and that pregnancy was as far from comfortable as one can possibly get), and enjoying this baby and all that comes with it, even if it means lots of tests and hospital visits. I don't mind one bit, and I love the reassurance of seeing the baby alive and well so often.

I will say, it hasn't been without its struggles. My testing is done in the same place where I had to go after I found out Lily had passed away to get an amnio. I remember vividly sitting in that same waiting room with Josh, feeling completely empty and like I might never feel happy again. That's not a feeling you forget easily, and this place tends to trigger those emotions for me. My ultrasounds are in the same room as I had that amnio with Lily, where I laid in the dark and watched her still body on the screen. I remember how the nurses cried with Josh and me as the doctor did that test. I remember chanting "My poor baby" over and over again as I watched her on the screen, not wiggling, not doing anything, and how I was still concerned the doctor might accidentally poke her with the needle. It is one of my worst memories in my entire life, and it wasn't easy going into that room again, even under happy circumstances.

Jake and Eisley got to come with me for the first ultrasound in "that" room, and honestly that made it a lot easier for me to be brave and face those awful memories head on. They had no clue what had happened in that room just two years before, how they were sitting in the same chair their daddy sat in while he sobbed and held my hand. They just bounced up and down, anxious to see "their" baby on the ultrasound screen. One of the coolest things was when Eisley said, "Look mommy! A lily!" Sure enough, I looked behind me to see a framed picture of a lily on the wall. And the ultrasound began, and there was our baby, looking perfect and healthy, and things couldn't have been more different than that awful day two years ago.

This morning's tests went perfectly. The baby was active and behaving nicely. I went in for my ultrasound, in that same room, and of course I just couldn't help but feel that twinge of dread and sadness I felt on a much larger scale back then. I have been blessed to have very few moments of panic the last few weeks, but when the tech started to look at the baby, there were these five seconds or so when I could not spot the heartbeat at all. She was looking right at the baby's chest, but I saw no familiar flicker. I kid you not, I almost lost it right there. I knew that the baby had a heartbeat only one minute prior to this, one minute! But there I was, positive that the baby had just died and I was experiencing some horrible Twilight Zone episode where the same awful things keep happening in the same awful room. This room must be cursed!!! I was thinking. I literally told God "I cannot do this again, I will not." And just then, there was the heartbeat. Who knows why I hadn't seen it before, the ultrasound tech certainly wasn't one bit concerned, so I then reasoned that I had probably been looking at the baby's head. But those five seconds...ugh. They were hard.

Pregnancy after so many losses, it is filled with moments like that. You are no longer able to believe the best, you can't. Your mind goes to the worst possible scenario at the slightest sign of trouble. It's just hard, it just is. But, on the flip side, I appreciate every single moment with this baby so very much more than I ever would have if my history was different. Every kick I feel is a rush of joy and thankfulness. Every single one. I have times where the baby has been napping for a half hour or so, and I start prodding at it, trying to get it to move and tell me it's okay in there. The moment it does, I have to hold back my tears. I let out a breath and just say, "Thank God, thank you God, thank you so much." It borders on the ridiculous really. But I don't care, and if you have been where I've been, you understand completely.

And now to the good stuff! In case you are wondering, no, we haven't officially decided on names yet. We have a "short list", and each of us has our favorites, but they are subject to change until that birth certificate is signed! Hopefully this baby will have a name by the time they arrive, but I'm not making any promises.

Here is the most recent picture of mommy and baby, each of us growing steadily! ;)

And here is the most recent picture of our little peanut! Though he or she is so NOT a little peanut anymore, and was fondly referred to as "quite the chunker" by the ultrasound tech this morning. ;)

Well...who do you think this baby looks like? Because I am of the opinion that this baby has Jake and Lily's exact pouty lips! Just look at the comparison!


But, the upper portion of the face...that's all Eisley! This baby has her nose, for sure. :)


We do make cute babies, there is no doubt about that. :) 

Thanks so much for continuing to pray for us and this baby. We are getting so close to holding this little one in our arms, and while we are trying to enjoy these last few weeks as they are, that day just can't come soon enough!!


  1. I'm thankful God has given you a sense of peace--you sound so much "better" and relaxed than you did a few months ago. Psalm 127:3 "Lo, children are a heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward." Praying continued blessings, Marilyn

  2. You make adorable babies and I'm so excited you look great baby looks great. Praise the Lord all around. Big higs to you my sweet girl!!! Love you bunches, praying always. Love, Hugs and Prayers, Tammi

  3. My sister says that her kids make her much braver than she would be otherwise. Love the pouty lips on all three babes. Praying for all of you during this final stretch!