Aug 31, 2007
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Aug 23, 2007
As my mom said, they decided (or rather I decided) not to do the CVS yesterday. Dr. Hobbins said that he could have gotten in there but that the chances of something happening are about 1 in 75. He asked me if the results of the tests would have bearing on what I would do with the pregnancy and I said I would absolutely not terminate the pregnancy. He didn't see any reason then to risk the twins now if the results wouldn't change anything and we decided together to wait three more weeks to do an amnio.
I could see my babies moving around in there. Baby A (big baby who they suspect has the chromosome issue) was moving around like crazy in there. I could swear he/she waved at me once. He (I say he usually in reference to this baby for some reason) was just chillin' out in there; looked like he was just resting on a hammock soaking up some rays. I could see all five fingers and toes. It was hard for me to fathom, as I sat there watching him, that there could be something wrong.
Baby B is still alive and kickin' as well. They didn't even think B would be alive by the time yesterday came around. He/she proved them wrong. As much of a big-wig as Dr. Hobbins is, my babies have the great physician in their corner.
I am back at work today after being out for 1.5 days. I ended up in the hospital on Tuesday night after spending the prior two days more miserable than I can ever remember being. My stomach wouldn't even tolerate Sprite or Mylanta. So I was in the hospital all day yesterday being re-hydrated and having anti-nausea/vomiting medication pumped into me. I slept a lot. Except when the phone kept ringing or nurses kept coming in to harrass me for one reason or another. I'll tell you one thing; when I'm in the hospital giving birth to these babies, I'm going to really limit the amount of visitors I get because when Feisty was born, I don't think there was more than 5 or 10 minutes in-between visitors. I felt more tired after leaving the hospital than I did coming in.
I appreciate you all so much. Your comments and your prayers are keeping me going! You will never in a million years know how much it all means to me!
Aug 22, 2007
Mike and Kristen didn’t get out of the doctor’s office until 5:00 (3 hours). She was on the ultrasound machine for a long time, as they tried to determine if it was safe to do the test on the babies. They determined they couldn’t yet do it safely. In the meantime, they did assure them that the babies were developing, both kicking, and the mass they were looking at last week seemed smaller. That’s the really good news. They asked her if she was planning to terminate the pregnancy if they did the risky test anyway and the news was really bad. She said they were not planning to terminate the pregnancy at all. So the doc said they might as well wait a couple more weeks to do an amniocentesis.
She has been so sick, as you know. Neither doctor, her own or the specialist, seemed to have any advice except that "it should get better as time goes on." It was getting worse. She's tried 3 different meds and none have helped. She couldn't even keep Mylanta down, and was suffering from acid last night.
By 10:30, she was so sick that they finally went to the emergency room. She called at 5:00 this morning from the hospital here in the town where she works instead of where she lives, because that’s where her ob gyn is. Sheis terribly dehydrated, and also has a UTI, which was a total surprise.
Blogger has been down all morning, so I am sorry it has taken so long to get this posted. Of all days for them to be down!
Aug 21, 2007
I have been so sick through the last three months that I don't know how I am going to "stomach" seeing a needle enter my abdomen. I might ask them if they can put me out. When I was little I begged my mom to ask our dentist if he could put me out for a routine check-up and cleaning....not even because they were filling a cavity.
The last 36 hours or so I have been so beyond sick that I can't even stomach Sprite. My mom took the kids for me last night so I could have some peace and quiet because their "kid-ness" was just too much last night. They weren't being bad; just being kids, but I was too sick for it. I couldn't even open my eyes without feeling like I was going to throw-up. The docs have prescribed three different anti-nausea/vomiting medications; none of which are working. I plan to talk to the "big doc" today to see what he suggests for this problem.
Thank you so much for all the prayers and support. You will never know how much it has meant to me. I will update as soon as I find out the results from the tests today.
Aug 17, 2007
Kick away kid...kick away!
Several Hours Later.....
So I felt it again. I'm pretty sure he/she/they are really kicking in there and it's not my imagination. They are telling me that they are just fine. I know that's what they're saying. For sure.
Aug 13, 2007
I also wanted to clarify that I am not so concerned with the baby(s) having Downs-Syndrome as I am the Trisomy 13 or 18. I am most concerned with carrying this pregnancy nine months to only lose my child shortly after birth; having my children anticipate and wait for their baby brother and/or sister only to lose it. And concerned about the small twin for whom the doctor does not hold out much hope. If I go to the doctor on Tuesday and am told that neither one of these babies is carrying an extra 13 or 18 chromosome, I will feel like I can breathe again and continue on with this pregnancy happily and with anticipation.
We had a visiting missionary to our church yesterday. At the end of his sermon he made a very strong point to tell us that God can do anything; raise people from the dead, heal the blind, cure the sick, turn water into wine etc.....all things that I know and have heard my whole life, but never have I counted on that truth more than now. If He can do all those things, he can certainly perform a miracle on my little ones.
Again I have no way to say thanks. I don't even know how. I definitely need to thank Janice and Susan from Five Minutes for Mom for passing this word along and adding so many people to the prayer chain for my little ones.
My next appointment is a week from tomorrow. Seems like an eternity from now. I have found that my emotions seem to be going in waves. One day I'll be OK and almost forget this is even happening and the next, I'm a complete basket case. Yesterday at church, I was OK until I saw my friend's adorable little baby girl (who is seriously about the cutest thing I have ever seen...next to my own, of course) and that was it. I lost it for the rest of the service.
Right now, I would like to share some cute, funny and positive things that went on with my sweet girls this weekend.
#1). Care Bear is a really well-rounded little girl. She is athletic, artistic, and very, very smart......(I just really need to brag on my kids right now, ai-ight??). This weekend, she learned how to do multiple somersaults in a row. The kid made me dizzy and nauseous just watching her. She really loves to color, draw, paint, etc. etc. etc......I'm planning on opening up a gallery very soon. At least then all of her art-work doesn't have to sit in 4 or 5 moving sized boxes throughout my house.
She wrote a book this weekend. She painted the cover, illustrated the book, and told me the story to dictate.....word for word. I did not write a single word of this book. I'm contacting publishers today. She'll make me rich......
Move over Jamie Lee and Madonna and whatever other stars have decided to start writing children's books. How about a children's author that is actually a child?! I mean, who better knows what children like better than a child? I think I'm going to bronze that book. Or something.
The other night, Care Bear and I were working on a puzzle together. Feisty was trying to be interested, but wasn't so much. So she made her way over to me and asked me if she could talk to the baby. Of course, I told her she could and she started talking to the baby in her cute little "big sister" voice. Then she asked me if it would be OK if she could sing to the baby. Her beautiful big eyes with her gorgeous long eyeleashes looking up at me asking me if she could sing to her baby. I wanted to squeeze every inch of love into her I could at that very moment. Of course I told her she could sing to the baby and so she did. "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" in perfect pitch. Could I love that kid more?!?!
That same night, Care Bear, Feisty and I were cuddling on the couch before bed. I told Care Bear that I want to cuddle with her as much as possible before the baby (they still don't know it's twins yet) is born. She pouted a little because she didn't think she would get to be cuddled anymore after the baby is born. I quickly told her that of course she would still be cuddled after the baby, and that she could cuddle the baby when it is born.
Care Bear: "No, I can't! It will be too small!"
Me: "Well, you like to cuddle Emery (cute baby referred to above).
How come you can't cuddle
Care Bear: "Because Emery is bigger than our baby! (Pointing at my
tummy which is by no means huge yet) Look how small
our baby is!!"
Anakin was with his mom most of the weekend so I have no anecdotes from him today.
Again, thank you so much. Continue with your prayers because the next week is going to go SOOOO slow.
Aug 10, 2007
John C. Hobbins, MD
Dr. Hobbins received his BS from Hamilton College in New York in 1958 and his MD from New York Medical College. He completed a rotating internship at Greenwich Hospital in Connecticut in 1964, and served as a resident and instructor in obstetrics and gynecology at Yale-New Haven Medical Center, also in Connecticut. Dr. Hobbins has served in professional appointments in the field of obstetrics and gynecology as both physician and professor. In 1980, he became professor of obstetrics and
gynecology and professor of diagnostic radiology at the Yale University School
of Medicine. He was also assistant chair of Yale's Department of Obstetrics and
Gynecology. After spending 22 years at Yale, the last several as director of
obstetrics, he moved to the University of Colorado in 1992. Dr. Hobbins is an
active member of more than a dozen professional obstetrics and gynecology and
ultrasound societies. He received an honorary master's degree from Yale
University in 1980 and was named an honorary member of the Societa Italiana di
Ecografia Ostetrico-Ginecologica. For his numerous contributions to the field of
ultrasound, he received the Ian Donald Gold Medal Award in Japan in 1996. Dr.
Hobbins is the author of more than 500 publications, including 10 books and 27
Yeah. He's big stuff. They didn't even have me see one of his "underlings" whom even as underlings would be a pretty impressive doctor to have. The soonest they could get me into see him was yesterday (which by my standards is pretty soon, but I think they really wanted to get me in that same day). The next 24 hours were hell with lots of tears, fears, and trying to maintain some sort of "Okay-ness" for the kids who wanted nothing more than to see the picture of their baby brother or sister.
Baby A is the bigger of the two, which leads them to believe they are not identical. Baby A is who was originally thought to have the problem. When he initially looked at Baby B he thought there was probably a problem with that one as well but upon further looking he doesn't believe that Baby B has the same problem, or may have a problem just not to quite the degree Baby A does. The kicker? Baby B is quite a bit smaller than Baby A and its placenta is not providing a good home right now.
There is a slight possibility that there could be a "twin-to-twin transfusion" going on, which does only occur with identical twins where one twin un-wittingly transfuses blood through the placenta to the other twin, thereby depriving itself of blood and nutrients; making the other baby significantly larger and causing problems for itself. He doesn't think that's what is going on, however it is a possibility.
The membrane that my doctor here saw that I was hoping was just a figment of her imagination is, in fact, there on Baby A. There is a slight one as well on Baby B, but he said that the one on Baby B could go away and he/she could be perfectly fine. If size weren't an issue.
He wants to do a CVS (Chorionic Villus Sampling) because he believes there is a chromosome issue going on. He believes this child has an extra chromosome which ultimately results in either Trisomy 13, 18 or 21. 21 is better known as Downs-Syndrome. 13 and 18 result in serious mental retardation and deformities. The baby rarely lives long after birth.
He wanted to do the CVS yesterday, but due to Baby B's small placenta, he didn't want to risk putting a needle into it yesterday and further risking the baby(s). I have an appointment a week from Tuesday to have the CVS done at which time he believes that the placentas will be able to handle it. However, he says due to Baby B's size, there is a good chance that he/she may not even make it that much longer.
Wednesday after my appointment, I cried....a lot. Yesterday I was numb after our appointment. There was little to no emotion. Everything felt so clinical and matter-of-fact. My MIL still had my kids and I sat in my house and watched my taped Soap Opera and two or three hours of Friends re-runs on TBS. It's all I could handle doing.
Today I got up to go to work. I only got four hours of sleep because MIL stayed at our house until 1:30 a.m. before heading back home to N.Dak. Today she is gone. I'm back at work. I'm facing "normal life" which to me will never feel normal again. The reality of it is all setting in and I am having a very difficult time sitting here at my desk trying to deal with other people's problems which to me feel so trivial right now. I want to be at home hugging and kissing and loving on my kids that I already have. I need that sense of "okay-ness" right now. But nothing feels OK. And I have a week and a half to wait to find out my babies' fate and the decisions I must make as a result.
If you made it through that whole post, I will be surprised. I had to write this out for myself to sort through it all in my head and for those who have asked for an update as to what's going on. I will continue to keep you updated as I know things, or as I feel the need to verbally vomit on my blog everything that I am feeling through this.
Thanks is not a big enough word to thank you for your prayers, support and concern. It means more to me than I can ever convey.
Aug 7, 2007
I kept my good ole blogger blog around, though, because I just could not delete my "original" blog; especially with the cute design that Susie made me. So I just changed the URL and put the blog "in hiding". But now the blog and I have decided to come out of hiding for awhile. I don't know how regularly I'll post....I'm not going to put pressure on myself, but you are welcome to put this new address in your bloglines if you want to. Put it on your blogroll if you want; don't if you don't want to. I don't really care anymore. No rules here.
The "return" has come at this particular time for a particular reason. See, I thought people should know that I've not been feeling so well lately. A lot of throwing up, headaches, extreme exhaustion, and for some strange reason my pants just don't fit that well anymore. I'm crossing my fingers because the last couple of days my stomach seems to be a little more settled. Maybe it's because I'm heading into my:
Estimated due date: February 22, 2008.
And that's my news. Never a dull moment in my world.