I decided to start a blog because of all that's going on with Molly and I (mostly so I can stop irritating my facebook friends that don't care :P). Oh and I guess I won't be doing much of anything else since I'm on bedrest now :D.
So lets start with last week when all the "drama" began.
I went to my normal 24 week appointment (at 10am) knowing that we were going to repeat an ultrasound, because they couldn't get a good shot of her heart, brain, or kidneys at our 20 week appointment. I noticed the u/s tech didn't say "everything looks great!" or anything positive, just that we got the shots and she'll pass on that we were done. Weird. They normally say that everything is good...
So I get back in the room to wait for my doctor. She walks in and says "you're fluid is looking kinda low...they didn't put a number just "low" so let's get you rescanned." After waiting about 20 minutes, I get to see Miss Molly on the big screen again.
I go back out to the waiting room while they try to find my doctor. Well go figure, my doctor got called for a delivery while I was being scanned! How dare her! :) The nurses there decided to have another doctor take a look at the numbers and her recommendation was that I needed to see MFM (high risk doc). The nurses came out to tell me all of this and said "We'll call you later today or tomorrow with info for that appointment, you're free to go."
WHAT? Free to go? No-I want to talk to my doctor. You can't just tell me that something is "off" and expect me to walk away carefree. I told them this; they said "well I guess you will just have to wait for her. It might be awhile so go get some food and come back." This was around 12:30.
Finally around 1:30 I saw my dr again. She said she'd recommend me seeing the high risk doctor for another scan because their machine is more accurate. At this time she also told me that Molly is measuring a little small as well as my fluid being low. She called MFM herself and sent me right up.
They scanned me and got an AFI (amniotic fluid index) of 6.1. Anything under 8 is "oligo." The MFM doc said she would like to admit me to the hospital, give me steroid shots to mature her lungs in case she has heart decels on the monitor and they need to deliver me. AT 24 WEEKS. Needless to say, I was a wreck and said I wanted to see my doc again.
So back to my dr office. I cried when she came in, told her I was worried. She said she thinks its going to be ok, but wants to be conservative about this to make sure nothing bad happens. Ok-can't argue with that.
At 3:40, 5 hours after I arrived for my appointment, I'm an "obs" on the unit (which makes me feel much better than being full on "admitted"). They get me hooked up to the monitors, give me my first steroid shot, draw my labs, check my b/p (which of course was a little high-it had been a stressful day!), and start a 24 hour urine collection (to check for protein...preeclapmsia).
Molly looks great on the monitor so we get to take that off after awhile. My labs look fine, b/p is normal. My dr says as long as my urine comes back ok, I'll be homebound Saturday.
The next day around 2pm when I get put on the monitor, she has a little decel that got my b/p up and my heart pumping! Damn it, Molly-we're supposed to be going home! Don't do this stuff! My doctor decides to leave the monitors on and get another ultrasound with a bpp (biophysical profile).
After looking very cute on the ultrasound and making faces at us (me, Kera, Jessica) she scores 8/8 on her bpp and my AFI is now 6.8! WHOO HOO!
My urine collection is up at 4:30ish. It comes back about an hour later and has some protein (240ish) but isn't enough to mean anything at this point. I get to go home that night! YAY!
Another ultrasound at MFM Monday showed my AFI is now 7.5 (remember, 8 is "normal!!!!") MFM recommends a follow up in a week to check it again. Yes! I get to stay home another week!
Tuesday my dr office calls me with their plan: NSTs (non-stress tests) twice a week on my unit in triage: every Monday and Thursday, weekly appointments with my dr on Thursdays, and weekly 24 hour urine protein collection. Ugh. Ok. I can do that...
So now you guys know everything I do! :D I'm praying I'm not getting preeclampsia. Praying I get to stay home. Praying Molly stays in until spring. Praying she gets big. Praying my fluid gets back to normal. That's a lot of praying...sorry to be bothering you so much, God! :)