My Dog and I Both Have 'Roid Rage

All I can say right now is "what a freakin' week it's been". It feels like for.ever. since I've posted (technically it's been almost a week since I did!). I know my sweet hubby did a quicky post update for me on Tuesday night but I might as well do a better re-cap of all that's gone down.

I went into my specialist appointment on Tuesday morining all sunshine and roses expecting to have great cervical results! I had been feeling awesome "down there" since my last appointment. I had no pain, no pressure, and most importantly no sense of fullness. The previous appointment 2 weeks before that I had pretty much all of the above symptoms but had great cervical measurements! I just knew that my lady bits were going to be getting an A+! How wrong wrong wrong I was. They always start my sonograms with the interuterine cervical check first. The first measurement was great at 3.5. The next went down to like a 2.8 and just kept on going.... down. The tech and I were basically sitting there watching my cervix change while I was laying flat on my stinkin' back. The last measurement she took was 2.2. Overall the lowest being at 2.2 is not really all that bad. They said than anything below a 2.5  was defiantly short though. Great news was that the baby looked awesome. ( I promise to post songram pictures maybe tomorrow).  He was in the 74th percentile for size and weighed in at 1 pound 15 ounces (although when they gave me paperwork later about the visit the data had changed to 1 pound 13 ounces and 69 percentile. How the heck does that change from what an ultrasound machine says to what their computer system says??? I must ask next time...). My doctor was actually on vacation while I was there for my appointment so her nurse came in to speak to me. She was really positive about everything and basically explained that the "final piece to our puzzle was steroid shots" for the baby's lungs. Cerclage - Check!, Bedrest - Check!, Progesterone - Check!, and now Steroid Shots - Check! The nurse made it sound like all I had to do was run on over to Labor and Delivery to get the first shot then come back the next day for the next one. No biggie right?? I got there and they said that my regular OB who had been already notified of what had happened wanted me admitted for observation. Ugh.

The portion of my story about being at the hospital is not nearly as exciting as the doctors office. I layed there. Alot. They barely even checked on me except to move me 3 times to 3 different rooms during the middle of the night. They had better not charge me for the sleeping pill that they gave me that I didn't get to even enjoy. :) After my 2 shots and 2 days it was concluded that I was having almost no contractions and the baby's heartbeat (when they checked it) looked great.



Here is lumpalicious me. I swear to God that I can now thank the steroids for enabling me to now see my own cheeks out of my own periferial vision!!



I went in on this past Thursday for my regularly scheduled OB appointment. My doctor is still so sweet to me despite my bitter complaining about having to stay in the hospital. She just kept telling me that she wanted to be sure that I was ok after "our pervious loss". I realized then that I was just being stupid. The whole time with Caroline all I ever prayed for was more time or another chance. Now I have both and I'm being a stink about my care?? I need to shut up and stop complaining. But, while I'm at it .... :) The steriod shots make me feel like crap. I woke up with all of my joints aching and feeling a little flu like. I feel hung-ver and dehydrated but with out the fun party from the night before. I got my first shot on Tuesday morning and here it is Sunday and I still feel like I've been run over....

My awesome doctor also told me that while it was great that we reached my first milestone of 24/25 weeks gestation she would love love love it if I were to make it to 28 weeks. She said that while I may have already achieved viability the chances of having a baby with blindness, deafness, neurological problems etc. goes down tremendously at 28 weeks. She was practically doing a cheer for "3 MORE WEEKS, 3 MORE WEEKS!". I adore her and her tiny goals she sets for me.

Later on that evening I took a step out onto our back patio area and promptly tripped and fell to the ground. I managed to fall only onto one knee and then flop crazily onto my side. I was totally stunned for a second (and shed some hormonal tears) but picked myself up and went to lie down. That night I woke up around 1 am to use the bathroom and realized that I was spotting. CRAP. Really?! I thought to myself! All that I had just been through the past week and one stupid trip and fall is going to be the end of it all? (I was super tired and thinking only catastrophically at the time). I went back to bed, on my left side, perfectly still only to get up once an hour to check for more spotting, for the rest of the night. Thankfully there was no more. I called my doctor first thing in the morning dreading what she was going to say. She only wanted me to go back on strict bed rest for the rest of the weekend again thank goodness.

One would think that the drama would end right there huh? Not a chance. While all of this was going on our little dachshund Crash started to act funny. He wouldn't hardly move at all. Bobby and I have had a dachshund before that we had to put down because of a slipped disc in his back (it tends to go right through their spinal cords and its horrible) and Crash was acting a lot like him. Crash finally made it to the Vet on Thursday when I got out of the hospital and sure enough, he has a slipped disc. The doctor hopes that if we can get the swelling to go down then the disc might slip back into place and stay there for a number of years. Guess what Crash is on now?? STEROIDS AND BEDREST. We are both bitter Betty's right now...

***Also, I swear I just hit spell check and nothing came up as misspelled. I can not believe that with how long this post is so no comments about my horrible spelling ok? ****