05 January, 2009
What am I going to tell my husband? Oh, my mom will be thrilled. Wholey Cow, how am I going to do this? At this time my kids were 9 and 6. They can help! It won't be so bad. I can do this... gulp!! I didn't think I would go from 2 to 4 in the blink of eye! Since I was listed as high risk, I had to get ultrasounds frequently. The next one was in two more weeks!
In the meantime, we had called a family meeting to tell the kids about the baby/potential babies. My princess was beyond excited. My son... started to cry, got up, yelled "this meeting is over" and stormed out of the room. Imagine my mouth dropping. Then imagine his reaction when I said it may be 2 babies. WOW... My boy has panic/anxiety problems to begin with. He doesn't like change. It takes him a while. That is another wonderful reason the Lord gives us 9months.
That next ultrasound shook me to the core. Baby A was doing great and right on target. Baby B wasn't developing at the same pace. We needed another ultrasound in another week. That week's ultrasound set the pace for the next 9 months. Baby B had no heartbeat and was developed 3 weeks behind baby A. So we were now back to one Baby. I was okay with this. I had a indescribable peace. Now I was just focused on the best way to get Baby A here safely. So what will become of Baby B? Here is the next devastating thing. Both babies were sharing the same placenta. If Baby B doesn't just absorb into the body, it will attempt to abort. That process will take the placenta with it,Thus taking my precious baby A with it. We would need another ultrasound in another week to determine the fate of both babies. That week was terror, torture, and nauseating. I came home with the ultrasound picture in hand and met my friend at Starbucks for a good cry! What was the Lord doing to me?
My final ultrasound- until week 22 -was a breath of fresh air. Baby B had absorbed. Baby A is right on target and the hearbeat is strong. What a fighter!! (I look at "monkey" today and thank her for fighting so hard!!) I ran home to tell everyone that we were having a baby. My son was so happy to hear that it was ONE baby! Now just to get over the sex hurdle!! We found out that "monkey" was a girl. We were all there for the ultrasound. My princess again was exstatic! My boy didn't have an emotion. I think he secretly was happy for the girl. He wouldn't have to share his room. :o)
Things were going well. Then I had the sugar test. I failed... another hurdle! I had gestational diabetis. I didn't have it with my other two. I had to go to the hospital to take a class and meet with a nutrionist. I was not happy. I hate diets. This was also right around thanksgiving and christmas! Hello... I sat in my car after my class completely overwhelmed and in tears. I knew I had to do this to make my baby healthy. So , I picked myself up, sucked it up, started reading labels ,and followed the diet. I had to test 4 times a day everyday. My numbers were good so the doctor kept weaning me off of test times. I kept my #'s down and was feeling pretty good. UGH, what a ride. For two previous term pregnancies that were problem free and a breeze, this was crazy!
I know the Lord had His hand in every detail. He formed "monkey" the very best way. He was teaching me things throughout the journey. One big thing I learned... I can't control everything. That was really hard to hear for this control freak! I also actually learned how to eat better for myself. I planned on keeping up the diet to a degree after the birth.
Almost there!! Next post will be of my baby shower!! Oh, I love baby showers!!
Love ya!
Hugs to you.
Kim
What a blessing indeed... the journey of life can be so stressful at times but look at the rewards that we are given in the end!!!
Great post :)
What a miracle!!!
I am loving learning how God made "Monkey".
Happy Monday, my sweet friend.
(I'm really enjoying this trip down memory lane. I've had all these posts "starred" for a while but I do read them all as they come out. I guess that could be looked at as the down fall of google reader. I'm not forced to respond right away)